“Okay, she’s right in here.” Dr. Grayson speaks softly as he pushes Zayne through the door to her room, bringing him to a stop just beside her bed.
His hands quickly find hers, his thumb brushing against her knuckles, feeling her weak pulse beneath his fingertips and the crackling in her breath as her chest rises and falls.
“You’re stronger than this. You’ve survived worse.” His voice is low as he brings her hands to his lips, placing a gentle kiss across her knuckles.
The door opens quietly. A nurse slips in to check her vitals. She looks to Zayne and Dr. Grayson.
“Who is this?” Her head gestures in Zayne’s direction.
“She’s not supposed to have visitors right now, Dr. Grayson, you should know that.”
Zayne doesn’t move. Keeping his head low, not wanting to raise any suspicions, knowing he’ll be ripped from her again if he’s discovered. A paralyzing fear consumes him, feeling that if he lets go, she’ll slip away.
Before Dr. Grayson can respond to her, there’s a drastic shift in the temperature in the room. The hair on the back of Zayne’s arms and neck stands on edge. It’s quiet.
“No…we’re too late.” Zayne’s voice shudders as small vapors pass over her still frame.
Then, everything changes. One shrill, high-pitched note pierces through the room.
Lights flash. Sirens wale. Her body arches once, violently, then, falls, lifeless.
“Code blue!” The nurse’s voice echoes down the hallway as a team rushes in.
Dr. Grayson tries to pull Zayne back, but his grip is iron clad on hers.
“Zayne, let’s give them some space to work.” He tries to gently usher Zayne back a couple of steps, but Zayne pulls his arm away sharply.
“Sir, you have to leave—”
“Security! We need some help in here!” The doctor calls out.
Moments later, two guards rush Zayne from behind. One gripping under his shoulder while the other tightly grabbed his arm, working to pry him back. Zayne fights to keep his grip on her hand, like it’s the last lifeline he has.
“Get him out of here!” A doctor yells, doing his best to hide his panic.
Finally, they manage to drag him back. Zayne stumbles, her fingers slip through his as he’s ripped away from her, and he could do nothing but watch as she grew further and further from him. Her fragile body disappears behind a wall of white coats and scrubs.
Dr. Grayson wanted nothing more than to follow, but he stays behind, knowing if he wants to help his friend, he needs to save her.
The two guards continue dragging Zayne past the doors, before coming to an abrupt stop. One placed his hand on Zayne’s shoulder forcing him to sit in a chair down the hall outside her room while the other retrieved a pair of handcuffs from his belt, securing Zayne to it.
“Don’t even think about trying to get up, understand me?” The guard’s voice was stern as he kneeled. His gaze shifting, eyeing Zayne from head to toe before he and the other guard walked off, standing at either side of the doorway to her room.
"Don’t do this," he whispers, more to himself than anyone else. Zayne’s hands clench tightly around the frame of the chair. He was too caught up in his own thoughts, that he didn’t notice the ice crystals forming over his hands, spreading like vines down the chair.
“Don’t you dare!" The familiar cold snap of his Evol crashed over him as the handcuffs shattered like glass. The suppressant was finally out of his system. But it was coming on too quickly. He had too much power raging through his entire body, and his current emotional state was only adding fuel to the fire burning within him.
“Calm down…she’ll be alright…you know what you have to do…” A voice called out, his voice, but not his words.
Zayne looked up, through the flurry of snowfall surrounding him, the man in black stood motionless in front of him.
Dazed, Zayne shakes his head, trying to clear the fog behind his eyes. The man in black slowly reaches for Zayne’s hand.
“C’mon, it’s time.” He says as he firmly takes Zayne’s hand in his.
The sound of weak, but steady beeps cut through the storm….a pulse. She’s alive.
Zayne slowly moved towards her room eyeing the guards posted at her door, but they didn’t move. As they pushed open the doors, the staff in the room were frozen in place. The only sign of movement came from the monitor, signaling that she still had fight left in her.
He looks to her, then to the man standing behind him, before inching closer to her bedside.
“You know, I don’t think we were ever properly introduced. Who do I have to thank for getting us this far?”
“I am called Dawnbreaker where I am from…but my friends call me Zayne.” A slight smile spreads across his face.
“Well, Dawnbreaker…Zayne, thank you. For everything.” He says, but as he turns to face him, he’s gone.
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