I didn’t struggle with Ivan as he took my hand to have a look at it. I sat currently in bed exhausted, with no more strength left in me and a pounding head. I had spent half an hour after Aaron left with Zion, crying my eyes out in pain. I didn’t even know when Damor left the room and I didn’t care. My heart had been broken into a million pieces and was bleeding beyond repair. I wanted to wallow and being left alone help me do that.
Aaron was taking away my son. He was doing it before my very eyes. He had denied me my son only to bring him back at the time I had had enough of his games and snapped. Now Zion believes something was wrong with me. He probably believes I was crazy and was even going to hurt him.
You were crazy and you might not have had intentions of harming him, but you were harming yourself, and he saw that, too. Aaron might have laid out the cards, but you played right into it as he wanted.