Master Hadden came to stand next to him and placed his hand on Sergio’s shoulder and stared into his eyes. The power of that stare was monumental, and Sergio remained still and focused. “Reach out, Sergio.” He said. “You have a connection a tenuous one, but you know him, and you can feel him even if you’ve not yet met. Reach out with your mind and find him.”
Sergio kept his eyes on Master Hadden and let his mind enter the hospital structure. He saw everything the rooms, the people, the everyday movement of life, then he began to center himself, drawing his attention to a central point. His heart beat faster as he scanned each floor end to end. With the help of Master Hadden, his mind soaked up every inch, feeling every person present, until it happened.
He felt the call of his beloved soft subtle just on the edges of his mind. The sound was muffled and distant, and he pushed all his reserves in that direction as Master Hadden continued to channel his power through his touch.
“You found him.” Master Hadden stated with a smile that just turned up the corners of his mouth, and his eyes shown bright with victory.
“Yes, I found him.” The words seemed too good to be true, but he had, he’d found his beloved on the third floor. “He’s on the third floor. I can see him, and I can feel him. Our contact is weak, but he’s struggling to connect with me.” Sergio was frozen for a moment, thinking of the enormity of what was ahead of him. A few hours ago, his life was over as far as he knew it, and now his life was just beginning. His beloved was alive and waiting for him.
“Let’s go, Sergio.” Master Hadden took him by the arm, bringing him out of his anxious thoughts, and they rushed to the elevator. As they made their way to Keagan’s room, Sergio began to consider the condition of his poor beloved. The man who assaulted him was already dead, so he could do nothing in that quarter to satisfy his rising need for retribution. He pushed those concerns from his mind for now and concentrated on the fact that he was about to come face to face with his destiny.
A nurse stepped out in front of them about to stop them from entering the room. Master Hadden raised his hand, and she immediately moved away and, without a word, went about her business as if they weren’t there.
The room was in subdued light with three beds positioned against the far wall. His beloved was in the first bed. Sergio approached being careful not to make too much noise so as to not startle his sleeping beloved. As he got closer, he saw the tubes and the connections and realized his beloved was not just sleeping, he was unconscious. The need to touch overwhelmed him, and he took hold of the small hand that lay along his side on top of the cold crisp sheet.
It was warm, and the contact was exciting, sensitizing his nerves and his attention to focus solely on the man in the bed. He had dark hair that was longer than in the picture in his pocket, and his face was stitched and bruised in a fashion indicative of a brutal fight. He longed to see the smile and dimples he’d studied for days to light up this handsome face and bring the man back to him.
“He’s been unconscious since they brought him in six days ago.” Master Hadden had the medical chart and was reading it. “He’s listed as John Doe.”
“What are his injuries?”
“Apart from those you can see, he has suffered brain trauma. He has lacerations down his left side and the outer thigh of his left leg. One hundred thirteen stitches in all. His prognosis based on what the doctors have reported looks hopeful.” Master Hadden closed the chart and looked over at Sergio.
“He will wake, and he will live a full life because his beloved is with him. Your presence and your blood will heal him, Sergio.” Sergio smiled at Master Hadden’s words and gripped Keagan’s hand.
“I want him home with me, not here.” Sergio implored and continued to hold tight to Keagan. The thought of letting him go now was impossible. He nearly lost him and thought he had, and now he was not going to let him out of his sight.
“It will be arranged.” Master Hadden took out his phone, and after a couple of calls, some vampire smoke, and mirrors and a few memory wipes, Keagan was released and on his way with Sergio back to the Hadden Center.
CHAPTER FOUR
Keagan felt something happening, it started with someone entering his hospital room and touching him. The man was holding his hand, and it was a grip that energized and gave him the strength to push forward out of the fog in his brain. The hand never let go as he was moved from his room and taken to a different place. He was groggy, but snatches of light kept reaching for him.
The new place was vast, large, and open. It made him feel a freedom he hadn’t felt in what seemed like a century. He tried several times to open his eyes, but the weight was too much, so he just experienced and enjoyed the lightness of his surroundings and the support of the man still holding his hand. Whoever he was, he made the journey easy and painless.
He was talking to him again, and he had a voice that was like none other. It was so soothing, and the comfort it afforded
