His Purple Eyes

Chapter 15

I shrieked in surprise. The figure held my waist, not to hurt, but to protect. There was no danger. It was just my nerves jumping around that caused me to be on edge. Familiar orange-red eyes gleamed at me.

"Sorry to startle you. I was just visiting the other guys' rooms." Eaton said softly. "What do you mean?" I asked, a bit puzzled. "Well, they found Atticus and that succubus bitch. She was claiming his soul right when they found her. They rescued Atticus but she managed to claw up Alex." Eaton sounded very displeased even at the mention of Hope. Not that I would blame him or anything. "Will they both be ok?" Worry filled my voice. I didn't want to bare the thought of either of them hurt.

"Let's go see them. I can guarantee you that Alex will be. He'll be left with brutal scars but he'll be ok. Atticus though? He might not be so lucky." He spoke sadly as I crutched down the hall with Eaton slowly walking beside me. I was scared of what I would see.

No part of me wanted to see my new family hurt. But I had to be there for them, even if they weren't always there for me. Thats what family is about, right?

We got to a room slightly bigger then mine. There was two beds inside; one with Atticus and the other with Alex. Marcus had fallen asleep on a chair and Alex was sound asleep on his bed. Zaine was no were in sight and Vivian of course 'could not' make it. Daniel was falling in and out of consciousness.

Taking a closer look at Alex he had three long scratches dragging across his face. Most of his head was bandaged up. Other than that, he was ok. I was glad that he was fine, even though calling that fine was an overstatement. Atticus however, he was completely pale. Even in his sleep, he was shaking uncontrollably. He was actually tied to the bed by restraints. A bunch of needles were stuck into his arm. The mere sight made me turn away. Eaton awkwardly patted my shoulder, trying to comfort me.

"Eaton..?" I asked quietly. "Yes?" He responded softly. I wanted to see if I could use any of my energy to heal Atticus. He's sitting on death row right now. I need to save my family even if I couldn't save myself. "Can you get me a glass of water?" I asked. He paused, then nodded. He left the room silently. I crutched over to the far side of the room. I had to stay silent. I did not want anyone to know my intentions even though they were not bad.

I looked around at the sleeping faces of the men. They wouldn't wake up. I went beside Atticus and sat down. I placed the crutches beside me. I placed my hands on his chest. I was trying to find out how and where I could heal him. I felt a tug in my mind. It was alerting me about his mental, physical and emotional state. I instantly had information that I needed on how to help Atticus.

I placed a hand on his stomach and one hand over his heart. I did not know what I was doing. My body just told me what to do. I closed my eyes and I pushed with my mind. My fingers tingled. I do not know how I could do it, but I felt Atticus' body reacting to my efforts. He had now started his healing process. I could not really heal him fully myself, I could only force his body to heal.

I removed my hands and I felt weak. Weak kind of like when I had to walk through the forrest last day. But my weakness was only somewhat physical and very much mental. I got up on shaky leg and crutched my way to the door. Soon after I did so, Eaton was there with a cup of water.

He saw the way I looked at him. I felt so tired, I just closed my eyes.

. . . .

I woke up from a heavy sleep. I felt amazing when I woke up. Nothing hurt. I had gained all of my energy back. But I wondered what day it was.

I was back in my bright room and it felt around mid day. I got up and used my crutches to get to the door. I didn't have a bathroom in my room and I really had to go.