They took the car, since the private clinic wasn't that far away. Alex held
cloths to Nick's hands, trying to stop the bleeding, knowing his feet were
bleeding as well. Derek was worried, he knew what Nick had. The question
was why and why now? He wasn't a religious man, but he knew what a Stigmata
was when he saw one. He had investigated one, long ago. And that had turned
out to be a sick joke. Somebody who had wanted to be special. This time it
was different. He knew Nick wouldn't do this to himself. And what did the
legend says..............if the chosen one reveals himself, judgement day
will arise. The clouds will gather and the day will be dark, darker then
night. If the chosen one is not protected by whom he's given to, hell will
come upon earth. Life will be destroyed, night never leaving day.
Derek looked around him and noticed it was getting darker, and it was just noon. It was a bad sign, knowing this was for real, and Nick was in danger. Were they the ones to protect him? Was that the reason Nick joined the Legacy? He did not know, and right now, he couldn't care for it either. Nick was all that mattered right now.
He finally stopped at the clinic, his friend already waiting there with a gurney. They quickly lifted Nick on it, rolling him inside.
Derek and Alex were shown into a little waiting room, to be left alone with their worries and thoughts. Alex looked at him with a pale face, tears welling up in her eyes.
"What's going to happen Derek? This is not good is it?"
Derek shook his head, staring to the ground, unable to meet her gaze.
"It won't be over yet. Nobody can know about this. We have to keep this a secret, understood?"
Alex looked at him, not understanding it all.
"There's more then just the press, isn't it? You're afraid of something."
"We'll cross that road when we get there, Alex. Right now, Nick's health is all that counts."
Hours passed, and the two lonely people in the room knew now how it felt to be on death row, just waiting for the death to come. Hours seemed to last as long as days, and all they could do was staring at the walls, counting the minutes ticking away. Derek stared out of the window, seeing nothing then darkness there and he knew it was a bad sign.
Hours later his friend James Sterling finally came to greet them, looking exhausted and drained of energy. But he didn't look sad, and they knew Nick made it. James looked at them, not really wanting to hide the truth from them.
"He made it through surgery, but it took us a lot of time to close the wounds on his hands and feet. He lost a great amount of blood. And we all know stigmata's can't be healed. I hope the wounds won't start bleeding again. His body can't take the shock right now."
He showed them some x-rays from Nicks hands and feet.
"As you can see, the bones are shattered, just like they would be if you would screw some nails into it. We have to operate him again to take out the iron plates we put against the bones, so they can heal properly."
James saw the fatigue faces of his friends and smiled at them friendly.
" Do you want to see him?"
Derek looked around him and noticed it was getting darker, and it was just noon. It was a bad sign, knowing this was for real, and Nick was in danger. Were they the ones to protect him? Was that the reason Nick joined the Legacy? He did not know, and right now, he couldn't care for it either. Nick was all that mattered right now.
He finally stopped at the clinic, his friend already waiting there with a gurney. They quickly lifted Nick on it, rolling him inside.
Derek and Alex were shown into a little waiting room, to be left alone with their worries and thoughts. Alex looked at him with a pale face, tears welling up in her eyes.
"What's going to happen Derek? This is not good is it?"
Derek shook his head, staring to the ground, unable to meet her gaze.
"It won't be over yet. Nobody can know about this. We have to keep this a secret, understood?"
Alex looked at him, not understanding it all.
"There's more then just the press, isn't it? You're afraid of something."
"We'll cross that road when we get there, Alex. Right now, Nick's health is all that counts."
Hours passed, and the two lonely people in the room knew now how it felt to be on death row, just waiting for the death to come. Hours seemed to last as long as days, and all they could do was staring at the walls, counting the minutes ticking away. Derek stared out of the window, seeing nothing then darkness there and he knew it was a bad sign.
Hours later his friend James Sterling finally came to greet them, looking exhausted and drained of energy. But he didn't look sad, and they knew Nick made it. James looked at them, not really wanting to hide the truth from them.
"He made it through surgery, but it took us a lot of time to close the wounds on his hands and feet. He lost a great amount of blood. And we all know stigmata's can't be healed. I hope the wounds won't start bleeding again. His body can't take the shock right now."
He showed them some x-rays from Nicks hands and feet.
"As you can see, the bones are shattered, just like they would be if you would screw some nails into it. We have to operate him again to take out the iron plates we put against the bones, so they can heal properly."
James saw the fatigue faces of his friends and smiled at them friendly.
" Do you want to see him?"