02-26-2014, 04:54 AM
Sleep came easily to Michael. Whatever drugs they fed him, they certainly did the job well. He felt as if he could sleep for a year and when he was awoken by the presence of a nurse checking his condition.
The poor man jumped as Michael spoke, already grasping the power. He felt like forgetting the whole situation and fading back into oblivious sleep. Unfortunately, he did not have that luxury. "What time is it?"
"11 a.m, Mr. Vellas. How are you feeling?"
Damn. No excuse. He had already slept far too late. "Hmm, past time I should be gone."
As he moved to rise, a slight twinge and the tightness of bandages around his chest was the only evidence left that he had nearly died. The nurse seemed exasperated and placed a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder.
"I am afraid I can't allow you to go just yet."
Michael fixed the man with a cold gaze he used on the soldiers. It was unfair to the poor bastard, but he didn't have time for pleasantries. Besides, he was eager to be gone. Hospitals had never been high on his list of favourite places. "And who can allow me?"
"Dr....Dr. Weston, Sir."
Bah. He had already had a reputation for his cold manner, what was one more person?
"Then go get her."
He thought for a moment. "Whenever she is available. Don't disturb her if she is otherwise occupied."
The innocent man rushed from the room and Michael sat back, rubbing his temples.
He hoped the medicine they gave him did not impair his judgement. He would need all he could if he planned to kill the mist monster.
The poor man jumped as Michael spoke, already grasping the power. He felt like forgetting the whole situation and fading back into oblivious sleep. Unfortunately, he did not have that luxury. "What time is it?"
"11 a.m, Mr. Vellas. How are you feeling?"
Damn. No excuse. He had already slept far too late. "Hmm, past time I should be gone."
As he moved to rise, a slight twinge and the tightness of bandages around his chest was the only evidence left that he had nearly died. The nurse seemed exasperated and placed a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder.
"I am afraid I can't allow you to go just yet."
Michael fixed the man with a cold gaze he used on the soldiers. It was unfair to the poor bastard, but he didn't have time for pleasantries. Besides, he was eager to be gone. Hospitals had never been high on his list of favourite places. "And who can allow me?"
"Dr....Dr. Weston, Sir."
Bah. He had already had a reputation for his cold manner, what was one more person?
"Then go get her."
He thought for a moment. "Whenever she is available. Don't disturb her if she is otherwise occupied."
The innocent man rushed from the room and Michael sat back, rubbing his temples.
He hoped the medicine they gave him did not impair his judgement. He would need all he could if he planned to kill the mist monster.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."