𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚊 & 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚞𝚖 (𝚋𝚡𝚋)

24:Ba...Bambi??

Okay so, I don't know how mediums works or psychic at that matter. So when you read this chapter and be like 'the duck is this??' just think that - this is a fiction. And fictions are dramatic.

                                                             Ba.... Bambi??

It wasn't his time first waking up from his seizure with a wailing Sylvia beside him, while Jaemin sat near him clutching his cold hands like they were his life line as Esa curled around him. And Miles, hovering over him with his bloody lips tipped down and pale blue eyes thick with concern. A groan left him, his muscles feeling like someone nailed them down to the mattress. God, kill me now!!

The moment Sylvia saw him opening his eyes, she was all over him, checking his arms, legs, stomach even his mouth. Blinking his eyes he glanced around him, everything was a daze, like a fog stretching over his conscious. The where's, whys and what's a blur.

Then he remembered.

He remembered his walking; the dark forest and chilling silence. The great oak tree and a hooded figure with a bloody hand. And a de- he took a shuddering breath- dead wolf and a beating heart.

Elrid couldn't help but retch at the memory. he can still feel the dried blood and warm feeling of it when the hand touched him. bile rose, burning his throat. Just as the moment another nausea struck him, Jaemin was there; shoving a trash can on his face. He heaved, throat burning, eyes tearing up. He hated it. He hated vomiting. It always made him feel like he was a kid.

"You okay now??" brushing the sweaty white locks away from his forehead, Jaemin questioned, one hand still holding the trash can. Quivering, he nodded, words clogging up his throat.

"Here, Eli" Esa stood in front of him, clad in a tom and jerry pajamas set as she held an orange juice bottle for him. Taking the bottle from her he gave a trembling smile. Sylvia must've sensed his ambiances. Because soon she was steering his sister into her room. Only allowing the nine-year-old to place a goodnight kiss on his cheek when she whined about it. Giving a chuckle- which came as a croaky sound- he washed his mouth. Spitting it on the trash can he gulped down the entire bottle. All the while Jaemin stood beside him with a comforting hand on his shoulder.

The boy can practically feel the enquiring eyes of his father. But Jaemin didn't vocalize them, probably waiting for his wife.

"What happened??" before the door can even close Sylvia questioned. From there it was an interrogation. From what to when to why to where. He even had to have a video section with Harrison; alone, after having an appalling bargaining with Sylvia.

Just as he thought his unstable emotions and exhausted -or more like beaten up body- led to the accidental projection. And even though Harrison doesn't have a clue about the hooded figure, he didn't downright reject the idea of the killer being a medium. Or other supernatural things that can see a ghost.

"Maybe it's a witch" Elrid had joked, which earned a quizzical look from his mentor and an abrupt dismissal from him saying that he'll look into it. Huh, weird.

And that was four days ago.

Now here he sat at the old grandpa recliner, watching over the sparrows who tittered around his backyard as they drank water from small cups- courtesy of his sister Esa and ate worms and bugs. The bruises on him were healed. Not fully, but some were. And the crack on his pinkie was not as painful as before. Even though the pain was painful, he didn't break any bones. Well except the crack and several bruises on his stomach, rib and face he was fine and dandy. Sylvia was a walking nightmare when she noticed his face the first- well every time. Thank God Jaemin was there- even though he was as furious as his wife was- he still calmed her.