Garcia
The exhausted boy lay awake on his bed. His eyes were shut but his mind was racing. He wished he could move and communicate with his family and the healer. He heard his door creaking open slowly. His mom entered the room; he knew this because of the pattern of footsteps. She was walking in his direction, and as she did so her steps slowed. Wait- what was this?
A second pair of feet came through the door. These were much heavier and slower than the previous one. By now, Elena had stopped, but the other footsteps were going straight towards him. Garcia grew nervous. The mystery individual was now directly over him. A hand moved over his forehead and his headache throbbed.
"I have spoken to Jessica Hallows tonight." it was a man's voice, deep and strong. Garcia was focusing on the voice more than what the voice said, and it took him a few moments to take it in.
Elena was incredibly surprised by this. Was this man a relative of the Hallows?
"Who are you?" his mother questioned the other figure. Garcia wondered the same, but how come not even his mother knew? Again, there was a long silence, and no words were exchanged.
"He will not survive,"
"What?" Garcia's mother exclaimed loudly. "Does Jessica not have the cure? Does she not have it like last time?"
"Last...time?" the man repeated slowly.
"My sister, Joy, suffered from the curse." Mother said. Aunt Joy? Nor Garcia nor Ross had seen her in years. What was this curse, and was Garcia affected by it? "Jessica brought a medicine and she was cured within hours. She didn't remember anything of what had happened though."
"I see." The man said. Garcia had not known his aunt had suffered from any illnesses, and he was quite certain Ross hadn't either. "There is a cure for those already under the effects of the curse?"
"Yes." Mother answered quickly. "What about Garcia, how can you help him?"
"I'm afraid I cannot help him if he has already been affected." The man said with a disappointed tone. "In approximately one month he will pass on."
Garcia's heart beat fast in his chest. His headache was pounding against his skull, and he felt as if his head would implode any second now.
"NO!"
Garcia's mother was now exasperated and shouted out loud.
"I apologize. Farewell."
As the man walked toward the door, Garcia's mother hit the floor and wailed. She shouted and cried. The man stopped in the doorway. Garcia heard a third person's feet, and then the man's voice one more time.
"Boy, go to bed."
Garcia passed out once more.
