Rachel paced up and down the hall, looking franticly to her watch,
wondering what was taking them so long. It had been five hours now and
still no word what so ever from the doctor. Alex had stayed behind, with
Nick. Although she didn't wanted too, Rachel had managed to keep her there,
saying she had to look after Nick, who couldn't be left alone. Reluctantly
she had agreed, letting Rachel leave with Derek in the ambulance.
"Doctor Corrigan?"
A voice called out to her and Rachel turned to see an elderly woman searching in the crowd for somebody who might respond to the name. Rachel quickly approached her.
"Yes, is there word about Derek?"
The woman smiled, the wrinkles around her eyes softening and it made the woman looked younger, not being scarred from her hard job.
"He's recovering in the IC right now. It was a mild heart attack, but his body needs a lot of rest. He can't be confronted with stress or anything like that. And we can't allow visitors just yet. Maybe tomorrow. I suggest you get some rest."
The woman gave Rachel a small nod and disappeared again, to save another patients life. Rachel stood there for a few minutes, her hand covering her mouth, relieved at the news, but also not quite getting it. Derek was alright, he survived, he was going to make it! And then another realisation hit her, looking at her watch again, this time shocked at how late it was. Nick, he...only a few hours before they would come with the morphine and Derek couldn't say his goodbye. She shook her head sadly, walking to her car, leaving the hospital without looking back. She had to get back to the house fast, there wasn't much time.
The hooded leader looked at his followers, smiling in himself for the look of pure love and anticipation on their faces, longing to hear the right words, to hear some words, the silence suffocating them. But he had nothing to tell them, they were merely sheep, his flock to be led by him. They had no right to hear anything, they were nothing, they were slaves. So he winked to one of his true followers, one he trusted and cared for, as far as caring went with him. They walked to his room, their robes making soft noises on the stone ground. The one bowed to his master.
"Did you find him master? Is the chosen one revealed?"
The hooded figure nodded, still hiding his face in the shadow of his hood, not wanting to let himself be known to anyone, not even his own followers.
"Yes, I found him, but he's well protected, he's watched closely. And the body I choose was weak, I had to take another one."
The one looked disappointed, a look of fear crossing his face, afraid that they were going to fail. The leader cupped his chin, surprisingly female and elegant hands stroking it.
"Don't worry my pet, I took the right measures, the one who was to biggest threat is immobile now, not capable of protecting the chosen. And the other one...she's a threat, she still is. She knows something, she knows there's a way to save her young friend. But I'll take care of that, you just make sure the ritual is prepared." T he one nodded and made his way back to the central of the cave, looking at the big cross that stood there, waiting for the right moment. Candles were burning, lightning the cave, giving it an eerie glow. Soon the chosen would be here, the leader thought, her laugh vibrating through out the cave. It didn't sound human at all, and not even female. It sounded demonic, evil and the ground shook, as if it responded.
"Doctor Corrigan?"
A voice called out to her and Rachel turned to see an elderly woman searching in the crowd for somebody who might respond to the name. Rachel quickly approached her.
"Yes, is there word about Derek?"
The woman smiled, the wrinkles around her eyes softening and it made the woman looked younger, not being scarred from her hard job.
"He's recovering in the IC right now. It was a mild heart attack, but his body needs a lot of rest. He can't be confronted with stress or anything like that. And we can't allow visitors just yet. Maybe tomorrow. I suggest you get some rest."
The woman gave Rachel a small nod and disappeared again, to save another patients life. Rachel stood there for a few minutes, her hand covering her mouth, relieved at the news, but also not quite getting it. Derek was alright, he survived, he was going to make it! And then another realisation hit her, looking at her watch again, this time shocked at how late it was. Nick, he...only a few hours before they would come with the morphine and Derek couldn't say his goodbye. She shook her head sadly, walking to her car, leaving the hospital without looking back. She had to get back to the house fast, there wasn't much time.
The hooded leader looked at his followers, smiling in himself for the look of pure love and anticipation on their faces, longing to hear the right words, to hear some words, the silence suffocating them. But he had nothing to tell them, they were merely sheep, his flock to be led by him. They had no right to hear anything, they were nothing, they were slaves. So he winked to one of his true followers, one he trusted and cared for, as far as caring went with him. They walked to his room, their robes making soft noises on the stone ground. The one bowed to his master.
"Did you find him master? Is the chosen one revealed?"
The hooded figure nodded, still hiding his face in the shadow of his hood, not wanting to let himself be known to anyone, not even his own followers.
"Yes, I found him, but he's well protected, he's watched closely. And the body I choose was weak, I had to take another one."
The one looked disappointed, a look of fear crossing his face, afraid that they were going to fail. The leader cupped his chin, surprisingly female and elegant hands stroking it.
"Don't worry my pet, I took the right measures, the one who was to biggest threat is immobile now, not capable of protecting the chosen. And the other one...she's a threat, she still is. She knows something, she knows there's a way to save her young friend. But I'll take care of that, you just make sure the ritual is prepared." T he one nodded and made his way back to the central of the cave, looking at the big cross that stood there, waiting for the right moment. Candles were burning, lightning the cave, giving it an eerie glow. Soon the chosen would be here, the leader thought, her laugh vibrating through out the cave. It didn't sound human at all, and not even female. It sounded demonic, evil and the ground shook, as if it responded.