~ HIS ANGEL BOY SERIES, BOOK 1 ✔ ~
"Don't try to fool yourself into thinking you didn't feel anything, Leto."
"I don't have to fool myself as I don't feel anything for you."
"Don't lie, don't make me do something I might regret."
"I doubt a creature...
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~three weeks ago~
~Freddie~
I had been racking my brain for days looking up any hospital I could find in the phone book, every hospital I went to and asked if he had been admitted there came to a dead end and I almost gave up, then one hospital in particular revealed its address before my eyes; SSEH (Special Supernatural Enforcement Hospital).
As soon as my eyes trailed over 'supernatural' a thought popped into my head, could Leto also be some kind of supernatural? Thoughts and memories then swept their way over me, that first night I went to his house and tried to penetrate his thoughts but only then to be shut out by a force I had never felt before.
Fucking hell I am such an idiot.
Why would they take him there for a seizure though? I've heard of SSEH before- in fact I had been an in-patient there many times but these times were centuries and centuries ago, how could it possibly still exist and why is Leto there?
You know why he is there, Freddie.
No, no I actually don't.
Think you asshole.
What did you just call me and why does that sound so familiar?
You heard me, asshole.
Without even thinking I opened a portal right there in my room in my bunker, the portal led right to the hospital I was quite certain he was in. I had no idea what I was doing or feeling as this guy is nothing special, but why can't I seem to get him out of my head?
There...there he is, I am standing right outside the room of the door he is encased in. Looking at him through the glass window of the door with tubes coming out of his arms with one of those big tubes going down his throat keeping him breathing, he is so pale- well paler than his usual pale self and all I can feel is a deep raw pain in my chest and stomach as I gaze at him.
I don't know how I got to be outside his hospital room but what I did know was that I never wanted to leave this spot, leaving deep imprints of my shoes on the lino outside his door as if to say 'Freddie Turner was here'.
As I am standing looking through the window in his door, I hear someone clearing their throat next to me.
"May I help you sir?"
A small nurse approaches me pulling me out of my thoughts and trance.
I look just over her head, knowing the answer to the question I am about to ask, but I ask it anyway.
"Is Leto Abrams in here?"
"I am sorry but I cannot give out patients information to strangers."
"I am a friend of his that attends the same college as him and I just wanted to see him and check that he is ok."
