The Last Hour

Epilouge: A New Beginning

Roan's POV: 2 years later

I prop myself onto the couch, wincing slightly at the pain that shot through my body and I look at the time; it was only noon. I rub my face in exhaustion, my hands shaking due to my illness and I bit my cheek to keep myself from coughing. I could hear Dorian purring in his sleep, causing me to feel sorta jealous that somebody could sleep in peace.

It's been two years since the incident, Bram has been submitted as terminally ill, but they are allowing him to come home every Saturday and Wednesday. Today though, was Tuesday and I am afraid what condition Bram will be in tomorrow.

Last time, he was antisocial towards me and he didn't want to leave his room to have dinner with me; which made me upset.

After a while of not being able to fall asleep, I decided to take a quick breather, I put on my jacket with a groan and I grab my keys. I open the front door to the apartment, a cool breeze entering new from the hallway.

Bram's POV:

I sat on my bed, staring at the white ceiling in utter boredom and I give out a small huff. I was put on room arrest after my little suicide attempt that I tried to do yesterday afternoon because the voices were too talkative, and today they are silent. I don't know what has happened, but someone made me like this and it is frustrating me that I don't remember... I don't even remember the last time I socialized with Roan, and I doubt it was recent.

A knock interrupted my train of thought, the door opens revealing my nurse and she says, "How you feeling today, Bram??"

I glance at her, putting on a small smile and roll up my sleeve for her. "I'm right as rain, Jackie." I reply, smiling more at my nurse and let her inject me with my medicine.

To be continued..... In the second book...