Chapter 17 - "Let Me Show You Something."
Meredith looiked at his cold icy eyes, free from guilt, suffering, free from pain. He came to her, stood about a foot away from her, his feet in nothing but dress shoes, his business suit free from hairs and stains. He waved his hand. The world melted away, the vast room spreading around like a watercolour painting that had water spilt on it. Meredith looked around, the beautiful room replaced with white, the white of a hospital.
"You know this place Meredith, I know you do." He said. "This is where your father's life stands, where you must find the barrier between life and or possible death."
"How did you...?"
"Go from my own house to the hospital? All in due time, my little angel." His names were annoying Meredith, but she said nothing. The nurses hadn't noticed the two of them suddenly appear in a hospital hallway. Meredith took a step and a cold rush fell through her body, the presence of another being within her. Voices clouded her mind and she turned around. A nurse had passed through her. She felt the voice cloud her mind, a migraine setting in from all the echoing.
"You hear her thoughts." He said. It was true, Meredith now saw it, as if she had gone to medical school for years and years and yet never even seen a Medical School in her life. She pressed her fingers against her temples, the pain disappearring but as she was relieved she felt another presence and another as if her mind was opening up to the minds of others. "It will pass. Accept it Meredith, it is who you are to know the thoughts of others."
Meredith looked at him. He walked through the crowd, now a patron in the hospital, an aristocrat. Meredith didn't like him, and yet she forced herself to, using and taking advantage of the opportunity to get answers. Another mind passed through her. She was growing to it now. She had never been invisible, well never intentionally, never been able to perform those things that she did. the things that she had just done.
She followed her mentor, her trainer so to speak. The man who had offered her everything and she gave nothing in return. She walked behind him, trying to avoid people as they walked through her, as they gave her their thoughts.
"Meredith look." He walked to the bedside, standing opposite the window at the right side of a hospital bed. Meredith walked to her father, her golden curls falling beutifically onto her shoulders, her angelic appearance striking Jason. He awoke himself from his vigil over the piece of heaven and spoke once more.
"You have the power to save him." He said. "You and only you."
Meredith looked at her father, his face covered in an oxygen mask, his eyes twitching under his eyelids, the bandage covering the top right of his chest. Meredith looked at Jason.
"Place your hand over the wound Merry. Touch his blood, then give him the life that would be robbed of him."
"Why was he shot?" Meredith asked.
"He was shot Meredith because you are close to him, you are his daughter, his blood." Jason said. "And when he bleeds you bleed, when you bleed the world bleeds because you are the weapon Meredith. You are the key to survival. You are William's saviour."
"What is William and what does he need saving from?" Meredith asked.
"All good things to those who wait." He said. "Remember that as your first lesson Darling Meredith. Touch the wound with your hand."
Meredith hesitated, then reached under the bandage. She felt the stitching and suddenly through her touch pain spread through her fingers to her wrists. They hadn't hurt, but sure enough blood had soaked through the once clean bandages. She looked at where she was postioned.
"Concentrate Meredith you're not working hard enough." Meredith closed her eyes, not sure on what to concentrate on exactly just concentrating. A strange pain filled her chest and the pressure built up, and suddenly she opened her eyes, Jason still watching her, and her father gave a low moan.
Meredith looiked at his cold icy eyes, free from guilt, suffering, free from pain. He came to her, stood about a foot away from her, his feet in nothing but dress shoes, his business suit free from hairs and stains. He waved his hand. The world melted away, the vast room spreading around like a watercolour painting that had water spilt on it. Meredith looked around, the beautiful room replaced with white, the white of a hospital.
"You know this place Meredith, I know you do." He said. "This is where your father's life stands, where you must find the barrier between life and or possible death."
"How did you...?"
"Go from my own house to the hospital? All in due time, my little angel." His names were annoying Meredith, but she said nothing. The nurses hadn't noticed the two of them suddenly appear in a hospital hallway. Meredith took a step and a cold rush fell through her body, the presence of another being within her. Voices clouded her mind and she turned around. A nurse had passed through her. She felt the voice cloud her mind, a migraine setting in from all the echoing.
"You hear her thoughts." He said. It was true, Meredith now saw it, as if she had gone to medical school for years and years and yet never even seen a Medical School in her life. She pressed her fingers against her temples, the pain disappearring but as she was relieved she felt another presence and another as if her mind was opening up to the minds of others. "It will pass. Accept it Meredith, it is who you are to know the thoughts of others."
Meredith looked at him. He walked through the crowd, now a patron in the hospital, an aristocrat. Meredith didn't like him, and yet she forced herself to, using and taking advantage of the opportunity to get answers. Another mind passed through her. She was growing to it now. She had never been invisible, well never intentionally, never been able to perform those things that she did. the things that she had just done.
She followed her mentor, her trainer so to speak. The man who had offered her everything and she gave nothing in return. She walked behind him, trying to avoid people as they walked through her, as they gave her their thoughts.
"Meredith look." He walked to the bedside, standing opposite the window at the right side of a hospital bed. Meredith walked to her father, her golden curls falling beutifically onto her shoulders, her angelic appearance striking Jason. He awoke himself from his vigil over the piece of heaven and spoke once more.
"You have the power to save him." He said. "You and only you."
Meredith looked at her father, his face covered in an oxygen mask, his eyes twitching under his eyelids, the bandage covering the top right of his chest. Meredith looked at Jason.
"Place your hand over the wound Merry. Touch his blood, then give him the life that would be robbed of him."
"Why was he shot?" Meredith asked.
"He was shot Meredith because you are close to him, you are his daughter, his blood." Jason said. "And when he bleeds you bleed, when you bleed the world bleeds because you are the weapon Meredith. You are the key to survival. You are William's saviour."
"What is William and what does he need saving from?" Meredith asked.
"All good things to those who wait." He said. "Remember that as your first lesson Darling Meredith. Touch the wound with your hand."
Meredith hesitated, then reached under the bandage. She felt the stitching and suddenly through her touch pain spread through her fingers to her wrists. They hadn't hurt, but sure enough blood had soaked through the once clean bandages. She looked at where she was postioned.
"Concentrate Meredith you're not working hard enough." Meredith closed her eyes, not sure on what to concentrate on exactly just concentrating. A strange pain filled her chest and the pressure built up, and suddenly she opened her eyes, Jason still watching her, and her father gave a low moan.