No More Secrets (Book 2)

10. Powerful Capabilities

Dylan

I hadn't wanted to leave Travis while he slept, but I needed to go. The ghost that had taken Travis was waiting outside the hospital. I didn't know why she was here, or why she wouldn't come in, but I needed to talk to her, and to demand a reason why she took Travis.

But she wasn't there when I got downstairs. I drove around the area for an hour, looking for her, but she was nowhere in sight. So I turned around and went back to Travis.

His mom and stepdad were there, sitting in both chairs next to his bed. And he was awake. I felt bad for not being here when he woke up, like I said I would be. I'd have to explain later, when we were alone.

He smiled at me, though, and I walked over. I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "How are you doing, babe?" I asked.

"Better. Still tired, but I'm doing okay." He shifted slightly at patted the bed next to him. "Here, sit."

I went to sit, but froze when I saw the ghost woman in the corner of the room. She stood there. silently, a small smirk on her face. I shook my head slightly, unable to say anything because of Travis' parents. 

The next thing I knew, she was standing on the other side of the bed. Before I could react, her hand was reaching into Travis' chest. 

He stopped breathing, his eyes wide with panic. The heart monitor went frantic. All I could do was stand there, staring at the woman, desperately trying to get her to stop with just my gaze. 

Then Stacy stepped into the same spot the ghost woman occupied and I shifted my gaze down to Travis. I grabbed his hand, whispering for him to pull himself out of this. 

Nurses started running into the room, pushing us out of the way. I stepped back, not wanting to be in their way. I kept moving my gaze between him and the ghost, not sure who I should be paying more attention to. 

Suddenly, the heart monitor flatlined. I felt like I was no longer breathing either. He had to be okay. He had to be. I couldn't live without him.

Then I was being ushered out of the room, Stacy and David ushered out with me. They needed the room cleared, the nurses said. I barely heard them over the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.

Somehow, I found myself sitting in a chair in the hallway. I stared at the wall in front at me, unseeing. There were a thousand things racing around my mind, but I couldn't focus on anything. I just needed Travis to be okay.

Stacy stepped into my vision, kneeling down in front of me. "Hey, Dylan," she said softly. She reached up and wiped a tear off my cheek. "He's going to be okay. I know he will."

I nodded my head. I wish I could have the same faith as her, but I knew something that no one else did. No one was going to figure out that a ghost caused all this stuff with Travis. They wouldn't know how to fix him.

"Dylan," a voice croaked from down the hall. I glanced up to see the ghost woman. "Don't forget what I'm capable of." Then she was gone.