A Father Begging While His Son Bleeds

Wesley's POV

I had just arrived at the hospital gates when, suddenly, a dark figure plummeted to the ground right in front of me. My mind went blank, and a shrill ringing filled my ears.

Miles Glover, my son, was lying there, his body covered in blood.

"Miles! Wake up, Miles! Don't scare me!"

I cradled his broken body as a wave of endless terror and despair crashed over me. As if hearing my voice, Miles used every ounce of his remaining strength to open his eyes.

"Dad, don't save me… I hate this… this body! It's not even mine anymore!"

I looked into his dead, despair-filled eyes, and my fear reached its absolute peak.

"This is all my fault. I failed to protect you. Miles, please don't leave me, okay?"

Just then, a group of strangers rushed over. Before I realized what was happening, they grabbed both of us and roughly shoved us into a van.

Bewildered, I desperately begged them, "Please, save my son!"

No one answered. As I watched the van pull further and further away from the hospital, I lunged forward to grab the steering wheel, but a hard kick sent me crashing to the back of the van. Then, I found myself pinned to the floor under someone's shoe.

"Please take my son back to the hospital! I'm begging you! I'll give you whatever you want!"

After a long, bumpy ride, the van finally stopped. They dragged us out and dumped us in a deserted area in the middle of nowhere.

The man in the passenger seat sneered.

"You want to go to the hospital? Dream on. You can just stay here and wait for death to take you!"

Miles' blood had already soaked through my clothes. Despair swallowed me like a tidal wave.

"Please, if you want my life, just take it. But please save my son!"

The men threw me into a freshly dug pit before they turned around and left without another glance back. Looking around at the empty wilderness, I completely broke down.

Suddenly, my phone rang. It was my wife, Teyana Packard.

"Well? Are you willing to admit your mistake now?" she asked.

I swallowed every ounce of pride I had left. "Yes, yes, I was wrong. As long as you save our son, you two can do whatever you want. I don't want anything else anymore! I just want Miles to live!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" she huffed, sounding exasperated. "It's just a minor surgery. Why are you acting like it's life or death?"

I cradled Miles' body as it slowly grew colder, unable to understand how she could possibly call this a minor surgery.

Then, I heard the voices of Hunter Leach and his daughter, Cassadee Leach, in the background.

"Mom, I'm scared… They're all calling me the illegitimate daughter…"