He Followed Me Home

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Five

Madam Zinga made her way through the hospital hallways and down the stairwell to the basement where the morgue was kept. She had altered her appearance so she looked like an average nurse just going about her duties and no one bothered to stop her. The door to the morgue was locked but of course that was not enough to stop someone like her. She said a small incantation and the door opened. She stepped in and closed and locked the door behind her.

Immediately she dropped the false identity she had concealed herself with and limped over on her cane to the wall of closed shelves. She closed her eyes and focused on Wyatt's energy. Even dead, a person put off enough energy that she could pick up on them.

She found the door she knew he was behind and pulled it open. She pulled out the shelf he was lying on and stared at his lifeless face. Wyatt really was a handsome man. It was that handsome face that had first gotten Madam Zinga's attention all those hundreds of years ago. He and Francine had won her favor because of how they had been determined to be together despite the fact that he was a mighty war lord's son and she was a poor, peace loving, baker's daughter.

It had been a tale of blood, death, true love and heart ache and it had been the most excitement that Madam Zinga had seen in a long time. Somewhere along the way Madam Zinga had forgotten about how much she liked these two people. She had been caught up in her own anger and pride. The bones had showed her that much. The cruelty she had shown to Wyatt was not the norm for her.

She laid her hands on Wyatt's chest and closed her eyes. She began to recite the ancient incantation and she felt the heat growing in her hands as it flowed from her body and into him. If she opened her eyes she knew she would see a bright yellow light flowing between her and Wyatt. She didn't open her eyes though. She found casting spells to seem more mysterious when she kept her eyes closed.

She felt his heart begin to beat beneath her palm and she opened her eyes and looked at him. His skin had regained it's color and his chest was rising and falling steadily.

"Wake up, Wyatt. You sleep for long enough," she said as she poked him hard in the shoulder with her cane.

Wyatt's eyes opened and the first thing he noticed was that he was damn cold. The next thing he notice was that he was lying on a hard metal bed and he was buck naked and the third thing he noticed was that Madam Zinga was standing over him with a smile on her deeply wrinkled and heavily painted face.

"Francine!" he exclaimed as he sat up quickly. "Dammit if you killed her again after you promised....."

Madam Zinga cut him off by whacking him in the arm with her cane. Wyatt glared at her and rubbed at his throbbing the best he could with his arm that was still in a cast.

"She is fine. She is healthy and unharmed just as I promised!" Madam Zinga snapped impatiently, her accent very pronounced in her irritated state. Wyatt scratched at his head and pulled the hospital sheet tighter around himself to try to stay warm in the ice cold room, "Then why am I suddenly here with you? The place I was in was a heck of a lot different than here. It was like a paradise."

"Yes, that was the hereafter. It is a wonderful place. Perhaps I should just send you back, yes?"

Wyatt shook his head roughly, "No. But I do want to know why you brought me back? You didn't seem too keen on letting me live and letting Franny and I be together just a little while ago."

"I had a change of heart after you nearly cut mine out," Madam Zinga replied with a shrug. "You and Franny deserve a long and happy life together and it is not my place to rip you apart."