Edan & Hima: The Awakening

Chapter Six

Warmth surrounded Victor's body. His eyelids slowly moved and began to open. When he opened his eyes, he only saw pale green walls on every side of him. His hands traveled around, and he felt the soft material that he was laying on; he found the same thing over his body when his hands moved again. Victor turned his head to the right, and he saw another bed not too far. In the bed was a young teenage girl, who looked to be about the same age as Victor.

It was the girl Victor had been trying to find for three years; the girl who could potentially tell Victor who he was. A smile began to slowly form on the young man's lips as his eyes gazed at his sister. He felt his heart swell with happiness. Victor was still attempting to process the fact that he actually found his sister. He had been searching but hadn't found a single clue. Now, he was mere feet away from the girl who had been stolen away from his family–from his life–fifteen years earlier. 

Two older people stood around the bed next to his. The woman took a hand a brushed Taryl's forehead gently. She looked worried about the health of the young teenager in the bed. The young man next to her had the same look on his face.

Victor reached out a shaky hand toward the railings of the bed and made an attempt to lift up his body. However, his body still felt incredibly weak. He began to hear a constant tick, and he turned his head to look at a clock mounted on the wall.

8:43, the clock read.

It had just been early in the afternoon when he was last conscious. He was amazed that four hours had passed by so quickly within his unconscious state. 

Victor's attention went back to Taryl to see the man and woman now looking at him.

"You're awake," stated the man.

Victor swallowed the lump in his throat and gave a weak nod of his head. A heavy breath of air escaped his lips as he continued to try to pull himself upright. The woman was quick to leave Taryl's side and rushed over to Victor's aid. She put her hand on one shoulder, and the other hand pressed down on his chest.

"Just lie down," said the woman. "You've already lost so much energy."

"What happened?" Victor asked as his head dropped.

"You and Taryl were battling when the two of you collapsed out of nowhere." Victor lifted his head again and turned it to look at the man. "Althia hasn't told us the exact cause of the collapse."

The woman who stood next to Victor sighed and turned her head away. "It's just so weird."

Victor felt the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "W-what is?"

The woman's eyes averted to look at Victor. "Well, you and Taryl ended up passing out at nearly the same exact time. We wouldn't be worried so much about it if it had been one of you passing out a few minutes before the other."

"That is because we would rather speak about the cause in private, and not disclose the information to anyone else," another voice piped in.

Everyone turned to the door to see a tall, young man standing in the entryway. It was the man from the arena, Michael. Michael walked further into the room, and the Healer followed behind him before she closed the door.

The red-eyed man gave a simple, brisk nod of his head to the two people who had been by Taryl's side. "Hello, Sarah," he smoothly spoke in the direction of the woman now by Victor's side. Michael then made direct eye contact with the man, who still stood by Taryl's side, and he turned his body to face him. "Spencer."

"Michael," replied Spencer lowly. 

There was silence in the room, and Victor assumed that Michael and Spencer must have had some dark history between them.