dresser he almost lost his shit.
He was a man of action, a man of strategy and logistics . He didn’t believe in this hoo-hoo bullshit. But how the fuck could he explain what was happening right in front of his eyes? He’d always known the ones he called his treasures were endowed with a little extra something special, but this? The fact that she could hear things, could break into places and was good with numbers and computers was more readily acceptable. But whether he accepted it or not the shit was real.
He wanted to ask her so many questions ; there was so much he was dying to know. His sister. Damn, just the thought of her made his heart ache still. It had been so long ago, and yet it seems like yesterday. The old anger was still there, it would never go away.
That one event had changed the course of his whole life. Until that day , he’d thought he would follow in his late father’s footsteps and become a doctor of science. He’d looked forward to it his whole childhood. He knew exactly what he wanted to do then too. He was going to spend his life seeking to understand people like his sister. He’d never accepted the norm; that there was something wrong, he believed it was quite the opposite; still did.
But that day everything had changed for him. The light had gone out of his world and darkness set in. He’d approached gramps about letting him into his business, he’d always known what the old man was up t o; he’d heard the whispers. Gramps had fought him all the way. He was his late son’s heir; neither of them had wanted this for him. But Andros had been adamant, either the old man let him in or he’d go out on his own.
In the end they’d made a deal; he would finish school and then they would revisit the issue. If he still felt the same then, so be it. He’d pushed himself to finish ahead of time, shutting himself off from the rest of the world had made that easy. Each year , he’d hunted down the ones responsible and taken them out systematically. He had blood on his hands; no way he could ever be a doctor now in good faith. The oath says ‘First harm none’; he intended to harm plenty.
Now here he was all these years later , and he was finally crawling out from under the cloud of darkness, under which he’d been living for so long. She’d come into his life and changed everything. He wouldn’t say he was back to who he once was, but he didn’t feel that stone cold hate as deeply.
“Baby, did you see the girl in that picture today?” He was still speaking to her like they were having a normal conversation and not discussing her conversation with his dead sister.
“Alice.” Her soft voice sliced through his gut, this was real, this was happening.
“How did she…” He couldn’t go on, it was too much for now. Later he’ll take it out and think about it, for now she needed her rest and he needed to get shit done.
“Where’s her medicine doc?”
“It’s right here.”
“Give it to her and then you can sit downstairs with gramps in case she needs you when she wakes up.
“I have to…I’ll be downstairs with your grandfather.” What the fuck was it with people today? That’s the second time he had to glare the doc into submission.
He poured her another glass of water and gave her the pill the other man had given him. She took her medicine before curling herself around him and holding on tight. He held her close to his heart and whispered softly to her, until she drifted off again. “Sweet dreams my flower, I love you.” Shit, he hadn’t said that to anyone in a million years. It felt good, felt…clean.
He had a lot of shit to do before the day was done. He had no doubt that Bonata knew about the hit and rescue by now and he wasn’t about to wait for them to come after him again, he was taking the fight to them . Now he had to deal with the fact that his woman is talking to, and seeing his dead sister. And he still didn’t know what she was trying to tell him
He was a man of action, a man of strategy and logistics . He didn’t believe in this hoo-hoo bullshit. But how the fuck could he explain what was happening right in front of his eyes? He’d always known the ones he called his treasures were endowed with a little extra something special, but this? The fact that she could hear things, could break into places and was good with numbers and computers was more readily acceptable. But whether he accepted it or not the shit was real.
He wanted to ask her so many questions ; there was so much he was dying to know. His sister. Damn, just the thought of her made his heart ache still. It had been so long ago, and yet it seems like yesterday. The old anger was still there, it would never go away.
That one event had changed the course of his whole life. Until that day , he’d thought he would follow in his late father’s footsteps and become a doctor of science. He’d looked forward to it his whole childhood. He knew exactly what he wanted to do then too. He was going to spend his life seeking to understand people like his sister. He’d never accepted the norm; that there was something wrong, he believed it was quite the opposite; still did.
But that day everything had changed for him. The light had gone out of his world and darkness set in. He’d approached gramps about letting him into his business, he’d always known what the old man was up t o; he’d heard the whispers. Gramps had fought him all the way. He was his late son’s heir; neither of them had wanted this for him. But Andros had been adamant, either the old man let him in or he’d go out on his own.
In the end they’d made a deal; he would finish school and then they would revisit the issue. If he still felt the same then, so be it. He’d pushed himself to finish ahead of time, shutting himself off from the rest of the world had made that easy. Each year , he’d hunted down the ones responsible and taken them out systematically. He had blood on his hands; no way he could ever be a doctor now in good faith. The oath says ‘First harm none’; he intended to harm plenty.
Now here he was all these years later , and he was finally crawling out from under the cloud of darkness, under which he’d been living for so long. She’d come into his life and changed everything. He wouldn’t say he was back to who he once was, but he didn’t feel that stone cold hate as deeply.
“Baby, did you see the girl in that picture today?” He was still speaking to her like they were having a normal conversation and not discussing her conversation with his dead sister.
“Alice.” Her soft voice sliced through his gut, this was real, this was happening.
“How did she…” He couldn’t go on, it was too much for now. Later he’ll take it out and think about it, for now she needed her rest and he needed to get shit done.
“Where’s her medicine doc?”
“It’s right here.”
“Give it to her and then you can sit downstairs with gramps in case she needs you when she wakes up.
“I have to…I’ll be downstairs with your grandfather.” What the fuck was it with people today? That’s the second time he had to glare the doc into submission.
He poured her another glass of water and gave her the pill the other man had given him. She took her medicine before curling herself around him and holding on tight. He held her close to his heart and whispered softly to her, until she drifted off again. “Sweet dreams my flower, I love you.” Shit, he hadn’t said that to anyone in a million years. It felt good, felt…clean.
He had a lot of shit to do before the day was done. He had no doubt that Bonata knew about the hit and rescue by now and he wasn’t about to wait for them to come after him again, he was taking the fight to them . Now he had to deal with the fact that his woman is talking to, and seeing his dead sister. And he still didn’t know what she was trying to tell him
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