The Cursed One

Forgiveness

Nikolina's POV (Before the phone call)//

Lysander moved from his position on the bed, and sat up. I went to push him down, but it was as if he hadn't even noticed me. He moved away from me, but never once looked up to see me. He placed one foot on the floor, ignoring any hints of pain, then the other and stood up. He staggered a bit as he gained his balance before walking off, and moving towards the door.

"Lysander?" I murmured, but it didn't faze him. His words fazed me.

"Lazarus. Where is Lazarus? Bring him to me. I want my brother," he said, and I moved towards him.

"Lysander, he's on his way. Please get back into bed."

"I want Lazarus. I'll go to back to the bed after I see Lazarus."

He's not answering. Or well he is, but he's out of it. I guess that makes sense, he's been out for weeks now. Once again, I moved towards him, and grabbed his arm. He froze where he stood, and looked back at me for the first time.

"Let me go!" He half-yelled, and jerked his arm free. "Lazarus! Lazarus, where are you?"

Lysander moved out of the room, and I followed. Shit. Lazarus, hurry up. Lysander won't go back to bed. I grabbed my phone out, and dialed Lazarus once again, still following Lysander. It rang twice before he picked up.

"Yes, hello?" He said, and I could hear the worry in his voice.

"Lazarus, it's Lysander. He's awake. And he's asking for you." I stated quickly, and looked back up at Lysander who was still waltzing away. "Ah, Lysander! Get back here!"

"Get back here?" I heard Lazarus say, as I also heard shuffling on the other side of the phone, "Dammit, is he out of bed? What's he doing?"

"He's actually looking for you, Lazarus." I answered, and bit my lip.

"I'm on my way. Get him back in bed."

"Alright. I'll try. See you soon." I replied, and hung up. "Lysander." I called, and he stopped, "Lazarus is on his way here. Come back to bed now."

Lysander shook his head, and proceeded to round a corner. I ran after him and grabbed his arm, only to hear a nurse. "My. Grey, you shouldn't be out of bed. Come let's go back." She said, and Lysander growled. This was going to be harder than I thought. Lazarus, please hurry.

Lazarus's POV//

Leaving my food on the table I rushed to get redressed, and threw my shoes on. Jesus, of course he'd do something reckless like getting out of bed before he's even supposed to. Stubborn ass. Once dressed, and my hair was somewhat brushed, I rushed out of the room, and headed down to the hospital. Now I'm grateful we decided to get a room at this hotel.

Once at the hotel I made my way to the reception desk asking to see Lysander, but instead of an answer I heard yelling.

"Mr. Grey! Get back in bed!" Must be a nurse.

"Lysander, please! Lazarus is on his way." That was Nikolina.

I looked at the receptionist lady, and she nodded allowing me to go on ahead. I walked towards where I heard the yelling, and rounded a corner, only come face to face with doubled-over Lysander, and Nikolina holding him up. Nikolina looked over at me, and breathed a breath of relief. "You sure take your time, Lazarus." She said, and almost right as she said my name, Lysander snapped his head up and looked at me.

Surprisingly, as he looked at me, I saw him start tearing up. Nikolina let him go, and he ran at me full-force and knocked me down onto the ground. At first I was hesitant to wrap my arms around him, but I looked at Nikolina, and she nodded.