Blood Truth...

Chapter 14

(Callum in the picture)

When the fire started burning, a small part of me wondered whether or not the fire would burn Sammy. She may have been immune to fire while alive, and she was currently not, but fire could burn everything, even wayward spirits.

But when I saw her stand tall in the centre of the white spirit drawing, her short red and purple hair curling around her face as she stood facing the front window of the house, I knew that she would be fine. The curtains twitched and Myrnins face appeared, going as pale as Sammy's body when he saw what had been written.

A moment later he was stood beside me, his curling black hair glowing in the light of the flames. "I guess you are able to see her?" He whispered quietly.

"Dude, just hurry up and bring me back to life!" Sammy shouted, her siloutte coming out of the flames and towards us. "Aria, would you mind...?"

I held out my hand in answer and she took it. As I doubled over in pain, she became real and Myrnin gaped in shock. Liam took Sams hand and became real beside her, increasing the pain.

"Just her Myrnin. You've known I was here for a long time and left me, now you need to set me free and save my daughter. " He sighed, "Goodbye, old friend." He then let go and the feeling of needles drilling through my scalp lessened but I still struggled to keep a hold of Sammy.

"Just hurry, it hurts Aria to do this, so I can't, won't do it again. Do whatever you have to to bring me back, not for my sake, but for hers." She nodded to her mother and then let go.

I pitched forwards and then everything went black as Myrnins arms surrounded me.

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When I finally woke up, my head hurt like an utter bitch, making me squeeze my eyes shut tighter until the pain dulled slightly. The sun shone brightly on me, making my eyes sqint at the brightness, but once I realised where I was, my heart rate shot through the roof.

Hospital room... No, No No!!

I frantically looked at my hands, and was shocked, and slightly sickened. Needles, lots and lots of needles.

I could feel bile rise in my throat, and the intense pain in my arms and hands. "Oh god..." I muttered breathlessly as I started ripping of the plasters keeping the needles in place.

I could of screamed each time I ripped another needle out. I gasped at the sudden loud screech of an alarm and threw my now bloodied hands over my ears.

Nurses rushed in telling me to calm down, but the sight of needles had set off one of my panic attacks, making me push them all back and growl animalistically. I couldn't help it.

The nurse's froze, then started to back away.

Once they were all gone, and the door was closed, I took a deep breath in; turned my head, and ripped out the last needle.

Seeing that my clothes were on the other side of the room, I jumped out of bed, shivering as my feet hit the floor.

Locking the door, I quickly got dressed, made myself look as presentable as I could do, then unlocked the door and went to find the Doctor for my release papers.

Have you ever tried to find a doctor, no? Good, don't try it.

I spent the majority of the day traipsing round the hospital in desperation to leave. So once I had found the doctor, I had to convince him I was well enough to leave, which wasn't all that hard. (note sarcasm...)

After signing the papers, I asked the doctor how I got to the hospital.

He gave me a quizzical look, "A young man, who looks a lot like you."