Blue Blood ~ Young Royals

Deal

I'm waking up again, feeling groggy and weak. My vision is slightly blurry when I open my eyes and I see the painfully white ceiling above me. The ache in my neck is uncomfortable, and my entire body still feels heavy like lead, like I don't want to move.

I had a panic attack, or that's what it felt like. My heart was pounding, my breathing quick, and I was trembling slightly. The nurse was trying to calm me but all I could think, all I could feel, was fear and desperation. Imagining Simon locked up, being mistreated, being alone and afraid, and I was unable to do anything. Then a stab in my arm and my eyelids became heavy as bricks, and everything was black again. 

Now, as I slowly attempt to shake off the sleep, a rush of anger fills me. The nurse who was sitting in a chair near the bed stands up and walks out the door when she sees I'm awake. It's the same nurse from this morning. I want to scream at her to come back, demand she let Simon go. I want to strangle everyone who thinks he's a monster. But I don't have the strength, I'm just lying here useless in a hospital bed, and it's the worst feeling in the world. I open my mouth, just to see how my voice sounds and how hard it is to speak. "Si..mon..." I whisper hoarsely. It's not easy, but I'm desperate. I don't care how hard it is, I need to talk, I need to tell them Simon isn't a monster, scream until they free him.

The nurse walks back into the room followed by my parents. Both look tired and slightly frustrated. I glare at them, attempting to silently communicate my fury about Simon's situation. My mother takes the chair and my father stands beside her. The nurse leaves the room, and immediately, before either of my parents have a chance, I speak in a weak, hoarse voice. "Let... Simon... go..."

My mother holds up a finger to shush me. "He's made a mess, Wilhelm. We've had to tell the entire country you had a biking accident because of that... vampire... He's attacked you and hospitalized you, and it's shown us the true monster he is. It's only right for him to be locked up. You'll be a lot safer with him out of the way."

Tears of fury fill my eyes, and I give a small shake of my head. I want to scream at them, but all I can manage is this damned little mutter. "He... he didn't... mean... to... he's... an angel..." My parents just stare at me, so I keep talking, trying to make them understand. "He's not... dangerous... He... won't... hurt... anyone... Please..."

My mother sighs. "Wilhelm, you're in no state to discuss what should and should not be happening to Simon. We can talk about this when you're better. Just take your rest and you'll be out of the hospital in a few days."

My eyes widen slightly. A few days? With the way my body feels, I was expecting it to be much longer. But the fury still burns hot, waiting until I'm better isn't good enough. I need Simon freed. "Bring... Simon... back to... his family..." I try to sound demanding, but my voice just continues to be pathetically weak. "Or I'll..." My eyes search the room, trying to think of a threat bad enough that they'll agree. My gaze lands on the bedframe. If I shift my body a little bit, get a little closer to the edge, my face could reach the frame. I know they wouldn't want me injured further, it would only cause them more trouble. "I'll... hit... my head... on the bedframe..." As I say it, I already begin inching myself slowly closer to the frame, ready to collide my face with it if I need to.

"Wilhelm-" My father begins, but my mother interrupts him, looking slightly alarmed.

"You can't do that." She says simply, as if that's all there is to say. As if that will keep me from hurting myself in the sheer desperation to get Simon free. I continue trying to move my body slowly closer, even though it's making me tired. She grows more alarmed when she sees my determination, and speaks again. "Wilhelm, don't."

I glare at her, trying to put all my emotions in the intense stare. "I'll do it... Unless... you free... Simon... and... bring him... back... to his... family." I'm growing tired, losing breath. I'm talking too much, but I don't care. I need to get my point through to my parents. I feel my cheek pressing against the cold metal of the bedframe, and my mother nearly gasps.

My father looks at her expectantly, waiting for her to tell me off. I wait for a moment, allowing one of them the opportunity to speak up, but neither of them do. So I begin slowly pulling my head back, gathering all my strength to slam my head into the hard metal bedframe. My mother speaks loudly, suddenly. "Okay! We'll bring him back to his family. But don't hurt yourself!" 

Relief floods my system, but I don't move, ready to strike if she changes her mind. I stare at her, and she stares right back. She sighs, as if she's thinking what has he gotten himself into. She opens her mouth to speak when the nurse from last night walks in with a food tray. She sets it down on my nightstand and turns to my parents. "The time for visiting is over now, Wilhelm needs a meal and some rest. You can see him again tomorrow."

My father rises first, already walking to the door as if eager to get out. My mother nods politely at the nurse and walks to me before she leaves. She speaks in a quiet, threatening tone. "We'll bring Simon back to his family for now, but one mistake you make and we'll send him right back to his cell."

It sends a terrified shiver down my spine, but I hide it with a harsh glare. She walks away and joins my father at the door, keeping her eyes on me for a moment longer before leaving. I can hear the scrape of the chair being dragged by the nurse over the floor to my bed side, undoubtedly wanting to sit beside me to help me eat. A mixture of emotions fill me, and my finger finds my ring again, thinking of Simon. He's going home, he'll be okay. But she said for now. How long until that's over, until she decides him too much a threat and puts him back in a cage?