When those words came out of her mouth, I almost dropped my pendant. I knew that he could know what Joziah had said. I knew it could be fishy. But all I wanted was for him to be there for me again. He used to be my best friend. I felt like a little girl again, waiting for his approval. For someone's approval. So like an idiot, I followed her out the door.
She lead me down the long corridors, until we arrived at a set of heavy, frosted glass double doors. The nurse whose name, I learned, was Maressa, opened them for me, because of my pod.
Now let me tell you something. Since I lived in the 2000's, I know what IVs usually are. It's usually a needle they stick into a vein on your arm, and it's hooked up to a tube that runs medicine, blood or saline into your bloodstream. If you need to move around, or are on a drip, they have a bag of the stuff hung on a tall rack with wheels. But high tech ones are totally different. They are almost like the insulin pumps that people with diabetes have. Except they are about five times bigger. These things run from about the top of your arm, and go almost down to your elbow. You can barely move your arm. It always feels like it is going to fall off. Inside, they have a mini drip system, with a little tuube that runs into your bloodstream. It is a lot more complicated than my explanation, but I totally zoned out (only because I hate needles) when Joziah explained it to me. So now you are informed about the horrors of pods. I bid you good luck if you ever need one.
As I walked in, the warm, steamy air felt amazing on my face. Compared to the cold, sterilized, bleachy air of the hospital made me sick sometimes, the garden's atomsphere was like the actual outside world of where I (used to?) live, so the garden was one of my favorite places to be. After I got over my enjoyment, I saw that familiar smile and dark hair. Dean. His eyes looked like they were somewhere else, in a world of worry, but everything else seemed like him. When we were normal. Before this mess happened.
He beckoned for me to sit on the stone bench he was on, and I obliged. I don't know what happened, but it was like all cognitive function was cut off, and I was just running on feelings and rainbows. I really hate feelings sometimes.
So anyway, we were talking and laughing and hugging when, all of a sudden, the cognitive functions turned on. And I got that cold, sinking feeling where you are sick to your stomach and the hairs on your neck stand on edge. And then all heck broke loose from there. I whipped my head around to look at the surroundings. There were four of those big, heavy glass doors. Glass was good. Then, from behind the shubbery and foliage, I saw black clothes. Then I focused and saw black ski masks as well. I started to look everywhere and saw them hiding. Dean must have started to notice my reactions. These feelings, reactions and stimuli all felt so familiar, but I just couldn't place it. Then I remebered what Joziah said. How his grandfather loved the change I was making. How some people couldn't see it. When, at the very beginning he said to keep the pendant with me at all times. I was discreetly making sure it was there when my brother finally decided to break the ice that was slowly forming.
"I'm really sorry. I didn't want it to come this far--" I was just starting to see the pained expression on his face when a large, stentorian voice boomed across the room. (Which is quite hard to do in such humid conditions.)
"Brother and sister. Blood united at last," the unknown person thundered. "Nice work 'me boy. Nice work." Dean winced. Visibly. The man in question was a rather large male specimen, who seemed to have some kind of relationship with my brother. He also was dressed nicely. And from just plain intuition, I guessed that he was in charge of these mysterious black-clad ninjas that were hiding from me. The man turned to me.
"Hello my dear," he started, with no warmth in his voice whatsoever. "I am Senator Kael. You are very special, you know. And I have waited to see you for a very long time."
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Titan's Heart
Fiksi IlmiahWhat if we could escape death? But what are the consequences? These are the questions that confused, fifteen-year-old Kay Chamlin has to answer when she wakes up, only to find it was a much longer nap than she had planned. When her new doctor rem...
