Fated Series. Book #2
"Be possessive of me, own me, keep me, because if you do then nothing and no one else can." - Maddox.
My name is Maddox Vallero, and I'm dead.
Well, that's not quite true. I'm alive in the breathing, walking, talking sense-but...
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Maddox.
The knock on the door pulled us apart. I expected to see the doctor coming in, but instead was greeted with Kirsan strolling through the doorway, hands stuffed into his jean pockets. "These doors aren't soundproof, you are aware, right?" He dwelled.
I frowned, not in any mood for his observations right now. "Aware now." I muttered.
"You've given the nurses station something to talk about for the rest of the night, and I think even the dead corpses are aware of how much you love Sophia. But now that you two are over that, let me share the information I've gathered on what seems to be the cause of the kid's conditions. Granted, this is based on the nurse's information, and I'm not sure on her qualifications, but I snuck a glance at the chart also." He explained, coming further into the room without permission. Behind him, Mateo followed, giving me a slanted look of annoyance. "I kept him out as long as I could, but he won't listen."
Kirsan looked over his shoulder. "You told me they needed to talk it out. They've talked."
Mateo zipped up his red jacket, hair a bit messy like he's just hopped out of bed. "How's are you sure they were done?" He replied.
"Didn't know and didn't care to know. A hospital, of all places, is not a place you should pronounce your undying love."
I scoffed. This place was as good as any. It got me results and that's all that mattered. "What would you know about it?" I clipped back at him, purely annoyed by the fact that Sophia was moving away from me.
"Nothing." Kirsan shrugged, "But you won't catch me shouting about it in a hospital either."
Wrinkling his nose, he glanced around the small room, the realization of how small it was coming to me too. But the disgust in our minds was heavily influenced by different reasons. And still connected. Kirsan hated hospitals because of the sterilization process, always saying 'if they have to bleach it to kill it, I want nothing to do with it'. But me, I can smell chemicals like someone's stuck bath salts up my nose for life. Low in my spine, I felt the shiver that rode up, bringing the memories to the surface. I was once in a hospital, barely able to keep my eyes open long enough to see people rushing around me, trying to fix something that's unfixable. Mateo was once in a hospital, heart torn, and begging the hospital to help Lina. Lifeless, Lina was here too, given a low chance of recovering fully. She did, of course, but it doesn't stop the memory from triggering dark thoughts.
"That's you." Mateo responded, pulling me out of my sinking mind, "And their relationship has nothing to do with you. Next time, keep that in mind."
"My mind is too occupied by actual information, important things, not whether I need permission to speak to Maddox."
I don't remember the last time Kirsan asked for permission to do anything; that's far too illogical for his way of thinking. He made a decision, a calculated one, and then followed through with it regardless of anyone's say so. His father's option was the only one that mattered to him. And that's how he's worked from day one. Everything he does, it's based on some logical plan. Seriously, his mind must be a scary place to be in. Impulsive? No. Fuck it attitude? Hell no. Don't worry about it? Hell would freeze first before that happens. But despite that, I can't find the energy to care about him barging in. Sophia on the other hand stiffened, pushing herself out of my arms and once again turned back into the frosty queen with diamonds at the center of her eyes, presenting that cold and beautiful front, like thick snow. My ice queen, and I love her.
