My vision cleared.
It was Nemesio and the blue and red fiery armour of the Inquisition.
I screamed in agony.
Not again.
Not the Inquisition.
Not the torturers.
I wanted to attack but... my body collapsed to a blackness without dreams.
CHAPTER 11
Alessandria simply sat back in her sterile white metal chair as she stared at Daniel. The heartache still pained her as she replayed how Nemesio had come running to her with Daniel's unconscious and bleeding body.
Alessandria shook her head at the terror of the situation and the terror of not knowing what happened.
Although, when the nurses undressed and washed all the blood off Daniel, Alessandria did have to smile as two of the nurses screamed when they saw Daniel's arms, and all the curved and somewhat artful wounds.
Now she just sat there, watching for her brother to wake up. The nurses were good by giving Daniel a room to himself. Yet Alessandria looked around the sterile white box room that stunk of harsh chemicals and she could still feel the water on the floor where the nurses had washed the room.
None of it mattered in the end though as Alessandria stared at Daniel in the hospital bed with the white linen sheet down by his waist. Revealing all his stab wounds on his chest from the Inquisition and all the wounds on his arms.
She knew he was a tortured soul, both literally and metaphorically, but she still loved her brother. Alessandria had thought about summoning Harrison but she didn't want to worry him. Or the real reason was because she just wanted this moment to be a sister. Not a Procurator, not a Fireheart, not anything just a sister that loves her brother.
An odd tapping sound outside the room reminded Alessandria, Hellen was outside. As much as she would love to have her friend with her. Alessandria didn't need Hellen staring at Daniel's one might say impressive muscles and abs.
Anyway, Alessandria needed to find out what was going on with Daniel and there were some things Hellen didn't need to know.
Stretching out her neck, Alessandria felt the cold night air starting to set in as it started to cool her skin and the metal chair slightly.
Hearing the sheets rustling, Alessandria looked at Daniel to see him weakly smiling at her.
“What happened?” he asked and started to search around for his dulled blade.
Alessandria placed it in his hand, and he started playing with it.
“You tell me. I was about to talk to Lord Justice and the next moment Nemesio came running with your unconscious body,”
Daniel flinched at the sound of Nemesio’s name.
“Daniel, the doctors said you collapsed from exhaustion after your attack. When did you last sleep?”
Daniel smiled a little and said: “The real question is when did I last sleep well,”
Alessandria leaned in closer.
“I haven’t slept well since I was taken. Every night I wake up screaming as the memories of the torture comes back. Every night my cold sweat covers the bed. Every night Harrison has to comfort me,”
Alessandria didn’t speak. What could she say?
“I’m... sorry. How’s therapy going?”
Daniel played with his dulled blade more.
“The doctors are good. I’ll give them that. But we’ve hit a wall now,”