“What happened, are you alright?”
He couldn’t answer, or move his head.
Suddenly a little five year old barrelled into the room, a flash of brown hair blurring. Something hit Zeke’s chest, small arms curling around him. A small smile appeared on his lips and he immediately began to feel better, the spasms subsiding and the shooting pain easing. His head slowly stopped throbbing as tiny fingers curled into his hair.
“You’re never sick,” Caelan whispered, his voice full of fear and concern.
“Caelan, I need you to move so I can carry Zeke downstairs into the hospital, okay?” Jordan Wade asked softly, trying to hide his worry.
“I don’t want to let him go,” the five year old whispered.
“Just for a little while. I need to find out what’s wrong with him.”
His tight grip slowly released until Onyx came forward and picked him up. It was the last thing that Zeke saw before his eyes closed.
When Zeke’s eyes opened again, his father was sat beside him in a chair, sleeping fitfully. He tried to move an arm, but hit something warm beside him. He lifted the blankets slightly, seeing Caelan’s small body curled up beside him on the bed. Frowning slightly, Zeke looked around the room. He was in a private hospital room.
“You’re awake,” his father’s voice said quietly, bringing his eyes over to him. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” Zeke murmured. He felt stiff all over and his head felt a little flattened but he didn’t have to urge to fold over and throw up.
“Do you know what happened?” Jordan asked.
Zeke carefully shook his head, for fear the pain would come back if he moved too much.
“I spoke to your uncle about it. I was so scared, Zeke; I thought I was going to lose you too.”
Zeke didn’t ask who the other one was that he’d lost; he already knew and the reminder hurt more than the spasms had.
“Apparently it was your body rejecting the magic. You won’t be able to see the future anymore, or sense emotions the way you do.”
“It means you’re more of a vampire now, not a mixture of two. You know what that means.”
“Blood,” he whispered; he’d never needed blood before because of his parentage.
“I’m sorry, Zeke.”
Zeke didn’t reply, because he had no words. He just stared at the ceiling in silence.
“Do you remember when you first met Caelan?” Jordan asked quietly.
“Yes,” was the simple reply he gave.
“What exactly did you see?”
“I saw him, older. He was officially an adult. I think he was a member of the Brotherhood.”
“Who was he with? You said he was with someone.” Zeke’s brow creased in concentration. “Can you remember?”
He thought for a minute or two. “I don’t know. It doesn’t hurt to see anymore; it’s just blurry. He’s... sat in a bathroom, in a pool of water under a shower, but the shower’s off. He’s in the lap of... someone. They’re kissing, but then the door opens and they’re not.”
It was frustrating, trying to remember. It was like trying to remember a dream or a distant memory; the more you struggled to grab onto it, the more it fled from your sight.
“That’s all I needed to know, thank you Zeke. Can I get you anything?”
“What day is it?” he asked.
“It’s been three days since your birthday.”
“Three days?” His voice cracked slightly.