lost in time

The Message

"Seth" Trey said and rushed upstairs.

I moved to follow him but Adrian next to me suddenly slipped on the floor. He started coughing wildly again like the time he did at Zeke's.

He kneeled down and put up his had to cover his mouth and another on his stomach as he coughed, barely able to breathe.

Instinctively I crouched next to him. Placed my hand on his back and rubbed it gently.

"Adrian?" I inquired.

He moved his hand away from his mouth to respond, it came away red. The palm of his hand was smudged with blood.

"ADRIAN!" I called louder.

But my training won't allow me to panic. I was made for such situations.

I looked at him, his eyelids were fluttering close. He can't lose consciousness now. There is always a risk of never coming back.

"Adrian. Stay with me" I patted his cheek.

"My..r..room...med...medicine" He whispered. If I didn't have Joan I probably wouldn't have heard him.

I quickly helped him up, put his arm around my shoulder, supporting his body weight. I looked around and realized that I still didn't know my way around the Hamilton Residence. Walking through the Hamilton hallways was like navigating uncharted waters.

Joan

I called her

Tell me my way through.

She instantly replied.

( J ) The Hamilton Residence

Yes. Now show me the way to Adrian's room. Quick.

Her voice echoed in my head again.

( J ) The Hamilton Residence

Adrian's room.

I hissed at her.

( J ) The Hamilton Residence

Was her reply again.

Okay this is strange. I remembered this happening before, and made a quick mental note to tell Violet about this. But for now I guess, I'm on my own.

Adrian was leaning completely on my side. His whole body weight on me, but it was like he weighed nothing at all. His tender skin brushed against my bare arm, giving me goosebumps. I could feel his faint pulse hammering through his fragile skin.

I quickly made my way upstairs, the way Trey went and took a left. Luckily we entered the familiar hallway where I had seen Adrian play his violin. I moved to open the last door on the right and flicked on the lights.

Whoa

I expected his room to be a like any other male room. You know like the aftermath of a hurricane, but it clearly wasn't. It was so clean that I was suddenly conscious of my dirt smeared boots disrupting the tranquility of this place. Moreover, his room was a host of pastel colors. I'd never seen so much color in one place before.

I gently pulled Adrian and helped him on his bed.

"Adrian is there-" I started but he violently pulled open a brown drawer next to his green bed and rummaged through its contents.

He used some cotton to wipe off the blood from his hands and cheek and took out a bottle.

I tapped my feet anxiously not knowing what to do, when I was about to offer my help again-