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Chapter 8 – Healing Hearts
Presley was left in the hospital with no one even knowing his name until one nurse searched through his pockets, his backpack having been picked up by a thoughtful Armon on the way out of Scarab's lair and forgotten in the car, finding his name and phone number in the back pocket of his shorts. They had called his mother who had been worried sick…
…and she had come. Presley still remembered her running full tilt into the room and hugging him possessively practically smothering him in her arms. She had only released him when a doctor told her that she should be mindful of his injuries. Presley still had to chuckle at the look on his mothers' face and the blush that filled her cheeks, it was a Kodak moment, priceless and he wished he could've had a camera to take a picture.
Presley had only been awake for three hours and until five minutes ago there had either been his mother or at least one of the nurses, all older to Presley's dismay, in the room. His mother had left a few moments ago finally having to fill out the form that came with the services the hospital provided. Although Presley knew how he had gotten here he still wanted to see his friends and in the back of his mind he felt the old unwanted feeling trying to rise to the surface but it was forced back down when Presley remembered the concerned faces of his mummified friends. 'Geez Presley, stop it already! Hasn't this gone on long enough?' Presley's mind brought back the images of the fight. 'I saw what was in Ja-Kals' eyes but it still wouldn't hurt to hear it.' He shook his head angrily. 'Argh! I'm such a little kid!' Presley looked around his sterile room. 'Anyway what can I do to keep busy 'round here?' There was an empty bed beside him, a large window emitting the first rays of the morning light, two metal chairs, a sink and multiple other things that Presley didn't quite know what they were. He spotted the clipboard that hung at the end of his uncomfortable bed and curiosity bettered his judgment to stay in bed and relieve the pain. Presley listened attentively for a moment to make sure that no one was coming down the hall to check on him then sat up carefully, minding his bruised body and stinging pain from his multiple cuts. A throbbing began in his head even worse than it had been because of the painkiller the doctors had him on explaining why he felt so lightheaded and free. But before he could literally inch out of the bed a voice stopped him from going any further.
"Presley! What do you think you're doing?!" Ja-Kal had snuck into the room and was dressed in the medical scrubs of a surgeon.
For a moment Presley found it funny on how weird the mummy looked in the faded green outfit but decided against laughing knowing that it would probably aggrieviate his bruised side. "Uhhh…hi Ja-Kal! I just wanted to see what was on the clipboard at the end of the bed."
Ja-Kal bit his bottom lip a sure sign that was concerned. He walked over to his hurt friend gently helping him to lay back down. Presley winced, once, as his swollen ankle twisted slightly but didn't say anything. Inside Ja- Kal was frustrated knowing that Presley shouldn't be doing anything but rest; however, the boy had other ideas.
"Aww, come on Ja-Kal I'm bored." Presley pleaded. 'And I really wanted to know what's on the clipboard. It involves me! Geez!'
Ja-Kal sighed. "You shouldn't be trying to do anything but rest and concentrate of getting better." The royal guardian gave in after Presley shot him the invincible puppy look, "Fine." Ja-Kal reached for the clipboard.
Although he would have liked to read it himself, he could not. Aside from a basic command of English Ja-Kal couldn't write or read English let alone understand the medical terms that were guaranteed to be on the sheets. Personally he thought hieroglyphs were confusing enough so he left the reading and writing up the Rath. Ja-Kal passed the chipboard to Presley who eagerly, for some reason, began to read it intently even though he frowned part way through.
Ja-Kal became concerned knowing that Presley's injures were on the white papers. "What is it, Presley?"
Presley finished reading quickly and looked over at Ja-Kal. "Some of this stuff I didn't even know I had." He tilted his head to the side, slightly confused. "I wonder why I don't feel half of it. But then again that may be why I feel so out of it, because they pumped me full of painkillers. That may also explain the rambling I'm doing right about now."
'Painkillers?! How badly is he hurt?' "Presley, what does it say?"
Presley began to count off his fingers. "Well, I have bruising all over my body, a hairline fracture in my ankle, my other ankle has a bruised bone, I think I'm not to sure about that one. Umm...a pretty bad concussion and 'slight abrasions on various body parts' and I think that's it. I can't pronounce some of this stuff, I sorta guessed."
Ja-Kal sat down on the edge of the bed concernedly. "Are you alright?"
Presley shrugged, wincing. "Yeah, no problem."
Ja-Kal knew the boy was lying and raised his eyebrows giving Presley the old parental look of 'Oh really'. "Presley," He warned.
Presley looked at his hands fiddling with the bed sheets. "It hurts a little." He glanced at Ja-Kal then sighed. "Ok, ok it hurts a lot. I've got a headache the size of Canada and I feel as if a dozen little people with really sharp toes got in a bad mood and decided to trample me. Oh and let's not forget the rambling, again."
Ja-Kal didn't know what to say to him. Usually when it came to pep talk or serious problems he could come up with something but this time he couldn't even come up with one of his famous animal sayings. 'What am I supposed to say to him? I came here not knowing what and I still don't have the slightest clue what. I know it's my fault that's why...but still…'
"I'm sorry."
Ja-Kal came back to the present and looked at Presley unsure that what he heard the boy say was actually what he said. "What did you say?"
Presley eyes began to dart around the room doing anything but look at Ja- Kal and he repeated. "I'm sorry." Before Ja-Kal could say anything he continued in a rush. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault if I had been more careful about what I was doing tonight and not moping around then I would have seen the Shapties. I'm sorry I made you come out and rescue me you shouldn't feel obligated just because I used to be your prince. You don't have to come around anymore if you don't want to."
Ja-Kal was shocked from Presley's sudden accusation. 'Was this actually how he felt? Does he know how wrong he is?' Ja-Kal leaned over one hand lightly on Presley's shoulder. "Presley, look at me." Presley continued to stare at his hands. Ja-Kal licked his lips and reached out with his other hand, tilting the boy's face forcing Presley to look up.
Presley's eyes were a mix of emotions. Each emotion flitted around behind the widened irises for no more then a second before being replaced by another. Guilt, hope and even a small bit of fear kept coming back to show in the eyes holding Ja-Kal.
Ja-Kal searched the pools of green looking for the vibrant boy he knew was hiding beneath it all. "Presley, it wasn't your fault. I know what happened. Prince Rapses told us everything, that's how we knew that something was wrong." Presley tensed when he heard that his secret wishes were known. Ja-Kal smiled. "Hey, thank you for wanting to help us so badly it shows how much of a friend you are. But Presley-" He paused to make sure that the youth was listening; giving one of the slender shoulders a gentle squeeze. "-_never_ think that the only reason any of us like you is because you had the spirit of Prince Rapses inside of you. Don't you know how wrong you are? We like you because you are Presley Carnovan and nothing will ever change that regardless of if you are our prince or not. We will always care. _I_ will always care. You have to know that." Ja-Kal hesitated, taking his hand away from Presley's face and looking at the bed covers, not knowing if he should share the next with Presley unsure of how he would take it. Ja-Kal couldn't bear the thought if Presley rejected him. But when he searched for it he found the confidence to say it. "When you have been hurting the last weeks I have hurt as well. Presley you have to understand that even though I know I should never say this to you…I…" Ja-Kal ran down once again losing confidence but Presley's eyes silently urged him to continue. The great royal huntsman lowered his voice to being barely above a whisper. "I…think of you as more then just 'a prince' or 'a friend', more than the others but I was always afraid to tell you, afraid that you would feel-"
Ja-Kal was interrupted from his speech as Presley came forward hugging Ja- Kal tightly around his midriff oblivious to his own injuries.
A sniffle came from Presley's hidden face. "It took you long enough."
Ja-Kal was baffled. Although this was the reaction he had wished for now that he had it he was unsure of how to react. "Wha...I don't understand…"
A giggle made Ja-Kal stop in mid-sentence. Presley looked up into Ja-Kal's confused expression and smiled. "Long enough to say that…well you didn't actually say it but I know what you meant. Ja-Kal I know what you mean." The youths eyes began to dart around once more and he turned his face back down but never relinquished his hold on Ja-Kal. Presley continued quietly. "My father was never around much when I was growing up." He snorted. "Geez, I'm still growin' up. Anyway, when you came it was at first as if I just had older friends." Again there came the slight chuckle. "Well, _really_ older friends. But, when I begun to see you more than my father…I guess I just began to think of you as my other father; the one that I got to see more often. When I finally realized just how much you guys gave up I knew I had to at least try and do something." Presley paused. "I should have told you this sooner."
Ja-Kal returned the hug grinning stupidly. 'I can't believe this!' "Presley, I don't know what to say." Ja-Kal gently pushed the youth away remembering the injuries after he winced; grasping Presley's shoulders so that he could look him in the eye. "Never think that you owe us anything. True our past lives are gone and we gave up a lot in order to serve pharaoh but we wouldn't have chosen to be guardians in the first place if we hadn't wanted to. I know I speak of the other guardians when in say this….but we _like_ it here. It is confusing, yes, and sometimes overwhelming but it is now our home. None of us will ever forget out past lives or what we one had but we won't dwell on it. We now live-" Ja-Kal paused and shook his head. "- a new life. So when this one ends," Presley started but Ja-Kal continued, "- which won't be for a very long time, we will join those from beyond the Western Gate. Until then, this time is our home, we like staying here and we chose to be Prince Rapses guardians."
Ja-Kal waited patiently until he saw the understanding dawn in Presley's face, then he removed his hand from the youths' shoulder.
"Ok then." Presley smiled. "So are we done with the heavy stuff? 'Cause I'm not a mushy person by nature."
Ja-Kal chuckled and smiled fondly. "Yeah we're done."
Presley sighed in relief. "Thank God." He chuckled. "Just kidding. But Ja- Kal promised me one thing?"
Ja-Kal stopped smiling and looked expectantly at Presley. "Of course."
Presley let out a slow, sly smile. "Promise me you'll lighten up on the animal phrases."
The royal huntsman sat back feigning shock. "You wound me. But sure, I'll lighten up on my wisdom-filled 'animal phrases' if you stop with all of your sayings."
The youth in front of him crinkled his nose in confusion. "What do you mean, 'my sayings'? What are you talking about Ja-Kal?"
The mummy raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. "You know what sayings I'm talking about." He raised his voice to 'try' and sound like Presley. " 'What's up?!' 'How's it hanging?' 'Sweet!'" Ja-Kal uncrossed his arms. "You know; those sayings."
Presley snorted. "Well, excuse me but those _sayings_ are modern and I like to say them."
Ja-Kal started to laugh, this was the boy that he had grown to know and love. "Fine then whatever makes you happy but you can't expect me to stop mine if you won't stop yours."
Presley sighed, defeated. "Fine, I guess so." An echoing sound of footsteps walking down the linoleum tiled floors came through the sudden silence. Presley looked at Ja-Kal. "I guess you should go; I'll see you later." He shrugged gently, mindful of his aching back. "Who knows they did say they might let me out tomorrow."
Ja-Kal smiled sadly, rising. "I'll go, but-"
Presley halted him with a raised hand. "But nothing, it's over. I may not be your prince anymore so I can't order you to stop feeling guilty but I can still get very angry."
The footsteps got louder as they came closer. Ja-Kal nodded his head and smiled gently. Then with a brief tussle of Presley's hair he climbed out the window, sliding down the pipe parallel to the window and into the night. Presley wiggled back into bed just in time to watch the night nurse enter the room.
She came over to the bed and replaced the moved clipboard to the end of the bed giving the youth a disappointed looked. "You should be resting you know. What do we have to do, tie you to the bed?"
Presley smiled innocently, turning on the charm. "I'm sorry ma'am, it won't happen again; especially when there are such talented nurses here to keep an eye on me."
The nurse simply shook her head and glanced appraisingly at the chart, Presley and the monitor. "Well, everything seems fine. I'll let you get your rest." She locked eyes pointedly with Presley saying sternly. "You _will_ get your sleep, whether you like it or not." She waited until Presley nodded and laid down closing his eyes until she left the room.
The nurse had failed to notice the open window that was now allowing the breeze to ruffle the curtains. These continued to blow gently in the wind as the lights in the hall dimmed for the night and the boy on the bed that he been through so much in a short time, had fallen asleep; his personal guardian flying his way back to his home to rest as well.
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Chapter 8 – Healing Hearts
Presley was left in the hospital with no one even knowing his name until one nurse searched through his pockets, his backpack having been picked up by a thoughtful Armon on the way out of Scarab's lair and forgotten in the car, finding his name and phone number in the back pocket of his shorts. They had called his mother who had been worried sick…
…and she had come. Presley still remembered her running full tilt into the room and hugging him possessively practically smothering him in her arms. She had only released him when a doctor told her that she should be mindful of his injuries. Presley still had to chuckle at the look on his mothers' face and the blush that filled her cheeks, it was a Kodak moment, priceless and he wished he could've had a camera to take a picture.
Presley had only been awake for three hours and until five minutes ago there had either been his mother or at least one of the nurses, all older to Presley's dismay, in the room. His mother had left a few moments ago finally having to fill out the form that came with the services the hospital provided. Although Presley knew how he had gotten here he still wanted to see his friends and in the back of his mind he felt the old unwanted feeling trying to rise to the surface but it was forced back down when Presley remembered the concerned faces of his mummified friends. 'Geez Presley, stop it already! Hasn't this gone on long enough?' Presley's mind brought back the images of the fight. 'I saw what was in Ja-Kals' eyes but it still wouldn't hurt to hear it.' He shook his head angrily. 'Argh! I'm such a little kid!' Presley looked around his sterile room. 'Anyway what can I do to keep busy 'round here?' There was an empty bed beside him, a large window emitting the first rays of the morning light, two metal chairs, a sink and multiple other things that Presley didn't quite know what they were. He spotted the clipboard that hung at the end of his uncomfortable bed and curiosity bettered his judgment to stay in bed and relieve the pain. Presley listened attentively for a moment to make sure that no one was coming down the hall to check on him then sat up carefully, minding his bruised body and stinging pain from his multiple cuts. A throbbing began in his head even worse than it had been because of the painkiller the doctors had him on explaining why he felt so lightheaded and free. But before he could literally inch out of the bed a voice stopped him from going any further.
"Presley! What do you think you're doing?!" Ja-Kal had snuck into the room and was dressed in the medical scrubs of a surgeon.
For a moment Presley found it funny on how weird the mummy looked in the faded green outfit but decided against laughing knowing that it would probably aggrieviate his bruised side. "Uhhh…hi Ja-Kal! I just wanted to see what was on the clipboard at the end of the bed."
Ja-Kal bit his bottom lip a sure sign that was concerned. He walked over to his hurt friend gently helping him to lay back down. Presley winced, once, as his swollen ankle twisted slightly but didn't say anything. Inside Ja- Kal was frustrated knowing that Presley shouldn't be doing anything but rest; however, the boy had other ideas.
"Aww, come on Ja-Kal I'm bored." Presley pleaded. 'And I really wanted to know what's on the clipboard. It involves me! Geez!'
Ja-Kal sighed. "You shouldn't be trying to do anything but rest and concentrate of getting better." The royal guardian gave in after Presley shot him the invincible puppy look, "Fine." Ja-Kal reached for the clipboard.
Although he would have liked to read it himself, he could not. Aside from a basic command of English Ja-Kal couldn't write or read English let alone understand the medical terms that were guaranteed to be on the sheets. Personally he thought hieroglyphs were confusing enough so he left the reading and writing up the Rath. Ja-Kal passed the chipboard to Presley who eagerly, for some reason, began to read it intently even though he frowned part way through.
Ja-Kal became concerned knowing that Presley's injures were on the white papers. "What is it, Presley?"
Presley finished reading quickly and looked over at Ja-Kal. "Some of this stuff I didn't even know I had." He tilted his head to the side, slightly confused. "I wonder why I don't feel half of it. But then again that may be why I feel so out of it, because they pumped me full of painkillers. That may also explain the rambling I'm doing right about now."
'Painkillers?! How badly is he hurt?' "Presley, what does it say?"
Presley began to count off his fingers. "Well, I have bruising all over my body, a hairline fracture in my ankle, my other ankle has a bruised bone, I think I'm not to sure about that one. Umm...a pretty bad concussion and 'slight abrasions on various body parts' and I think that's it. I can't pronounce some of this stuff, I sorta guessed."
Ja-Kal sat down on the edge of the bed concernedly. "Are you alright?"
Presley shrugged, wincing. "Yeah, no problem."
Ja-Kal knew the boy was lying and raised his eyebrows giving Presley the old parental look of 'Oh really'. "Presley," He warned.
Presley looked at his hands fiddling with the bed sheets. "It hurts a little." He glanced at Ja-Kal then sighed. "Ok, ok it hurts a lot. I've got a headache the size of Canada and I feel as if a dozen little people with really sharp toes got in a bad mood and decided to trample me. Oh and let's not forget the rambling, again."
Ja-Kal didn't know what to say to him. Usually when it came to pep talk or serious problems he could come up with something but this time he couldn't even come up with one of his famous animal sayings. 'What am I supposed to say to him? I came here not knowing what and I still don't have the slightest clue what. I know it's my fault that's why...but still…'
"I'm sorry."
Ja-Kal came back to the present and looked at Presley unsure that what he heard the boy say was actually what he said. "What did you say?"
Presley eyes began to dart around the room doing anything but look at Ja- Kal and he repeated. "I'm sorry." Before Ja-Kal could say anything he continued in a rush. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault if I had been more careful about what I was doing tonight and not moping around then I would have seen the Shapties. I'm sorry I made you come out and rescue me you shouldn't feel obligated just because I used to be your prince. You don't have to come around anymore if you don't want to."
Ja-Kal was shocked from Presley's sudden accusation. 'Was this actually how he felt? Does he know how wrong he is?' Ja-Kal leaned over one hand lightly on Presley's shoulder. "Presley, look at me." Presley continued to stare at his hands. Ja-Kal licked his lips and reached out with his other hand, tilting the boy's face forcing Presley to look up.
Presley's eyes were a mix of emotions. Each emotion flitted around behind the widened irises for no more then a second before being replaced by another. Guilt, hope and even a small bit of fear kept coming back to show in the eyes holding Ja-Kal.
Ja-Kal searched the pools of green looking for the vibrant boy he knew was hiding beneath it all. "Presley, it wasn't your fault. I know what happened. Prince Rapses told us everything, that's how we knew that something was wrong." Presley tensed when he heard that his secret wishes were known. Ja-Kal smiled. "Hey, thank you for wanting to help us so badly it shows how much of a friend you are. But Presley-" He paused to make sure that the youth was listening; giving one of the slender shoulders a gentle squeeze. "-_never_ think that the only reason any of us like you is because you had the spirit of Prince Rapses inside of you. Don't you know how wrong you are? We like you because you are Presley Carnovan and nothing will ever change that regardless of if you are our prince or not. We will always care. _I_ will always care. You have to know that." Ja-Kal hesitated, taking his hand away from Presley's face and looking at the bed covers, not knowing if he should share the next with Presley unsure of how he would take it. Ja-Kal couldn't bear the thought if Presley rejected him. But when he searched for it he found the confidence to say it. "When you have been hurting the last weeks I have hurt as well. Presley you have to understand that even though I know I should never say this to you…I…" Ja-Kal ran down once again losing confidence but Presley's eyes silently urged him to continue. The great royal huntsman lowered his voice to being barely above a whisper. "I…think of you as more then just 'a prince' or 'a friend', more than the others but I was always afraid to tell you, afraid that you would feel-"
Ja-Kal was interrupted from his speech as Presley came forward hugging Ja- Kal tightly around his midriff oblivious to his own injuries.
A sniffle came from Presley's hidden face. "It took you long enough."
Ja-Kal was baffled. Although this was the reaction he had wished for now that he had it he was unsure of how to react. "Wha...I don't understand…"
A giggle made Ja-Kal stop in mid-sentence. Presley looked up into Ja-Kal's confused expression and smiled. "Long enough to say that…well you didn't actually say it but I know what you meant. Ja-Kal I know what you mean." The youths eyes began to dart around once more and he turned his face back down but never relinquished his hold on Ja-Kal. Presley continued quietly. "My father was never around much when I was growing up." He snorted. "Geez, I'm still growin' up. Anyway, when you came it was at first as if I just had older friends." Again there came the slight chuckle. "Well, _really_ older friends. But, when I begun to see you more than my father…I guess I just began to think of you as my other father; the one that I got to see more often. When I finally realized just how much you guys gave up I knew I had to at least try and do something." Presley paused. "I should have told you this sooner."
Ja-Kal returned the hug grinning stupidly. 'I can't believe this!' "Presley, I don't know what to say." Ja-Kal gently pushed the youth away remembering the injuries after he winced; grasping Presley's shoulders so that he could look him in the eye. "Never think that you owe us anything. True our past lives are gone and we gave up a lot in order to serve pharaoh but we wouldn't have chosen to be guardians in the first place if we hadn't wanted to. I know I speak of the other guardians when in say this….but we _like_ it here. It is confusing, yes, and sometimes overwhelming but it is now our home. None of us will ever forget out past lives or what we one had but we won't dwell on it. We now live-" Ja-Kal paused and shook his head. "- a new life. So when this one ends," Presley started but Ja-Kal continued, "- which won't be for a very long time, we will join those from beyond the Western Gate. Until then, this time is our home, we like staying here and we chose to be Prince Rapses guardians."
Ja-Kal waited patiently until he saw the understanding dawn in Presley's face, then he removed his hand from the youths' shoulder.
"Ok then." Presley smiled. "So are we done with the heavy stuff? 'Cause I'm not a mushy person by nature."
Ja-Kal chuckled and smiled fondly. "Yeah we're done."
Presley sighed in relief. "Thank God." He chuckled. "Just kidding. But Ja- Kal promised me one thing?"
Ja-Kal stopped smiling and looked expectantly at Presley. "Of course."
Presley let out a slow, sly smile. "Promise me you'll lighten up on the animal phrases."
The royal huntsman sat back feigning shock. "You wound me. But sure, I'll lighten up on my wisdom-filled 'animal phrases' if you stop with all of your sayings."
The youth in front of him crinkled his nose in confusion. "What do you mean, 'my sayings'? What are you talking about Ja-Kal?"
The mummy raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. "You know what sayings I'm talking about." He raised his voice to 'try' and sound like Presley. " 'What's up?!' 'How's it hanging?' 'Sweet!'" Ja-Kal uncrossed his arms. "You know; those sayings."
Presley snorted. "Well, excuse me but those _sayings_ are modern and I like to say them."
Ja-Kal started to laugh, this was the boy that he had grown to know and love. "Fine then whatever makes you happy but you can't expect me to stop mine if you won't stop yours."
Presley sighed, defeated. "Fine, I guess so." An echoing sound of footsteps walking down the linoleum tiled floors came through the sudden silence. Presley looked at Ja-Kal. "I guess you should go; I'll see you later." He shrugged gently, mindful of his aching back. "Who knows they did say they might let me out tomorrow."
Ja-Kal smiled sadly, rising. "I'll go, but-"
Presley halted him with a raised hand. "But nothing, it's over. I may not be your prince anymore so I can't order you to stop feeling guilty but I can still get very angry."
The footsteps got louder as they came closer. Ja-Kal nodded his head and smiled gently. Then with a brief tussle of Presley's hair he climbed out the window, sliding down the pipe parallel to the window and into the night. Presley wiggled back into bed just in time to watch the night nurse enter the room.
She came over to the bed and replaced the moved clipboard to the end of the bed giving the youth a disappointed looked. "You should be resting you know. What do we have to do, tie you to the bed?"
Presley smiled innocently, turning on the charm. "I'm sorry ma'am, it won't happen again; especially when there are such talented nurses here to keep an eye on me."
The nurse simply shook her head and glanced appraisingly at the chart, Presley and the monitor. "Well, everything seems fine. I'll let you get your rest." She locked eyes pointedly with Presley saying sternly. "You _will_ get your sleep, whether you like it or not." She waited until Presley nodded and laid down closing his eyes until she left the room.
The nurse had failed to notice the open window that was now allowing the breeze to ruffle the curtains. These continued to blow gently in the wind as the lights in the hall dimmed for the night and the boy on the bed that he been through so much in a short time, had fallen asleep; his personal guardian flying his way back to his home to rest as well.
**There! Two chapters down! I'm actually really relieved that I got these out, I'll try and keep the next chapters to within a sooner date than these but who knows, I may not have a lot of extra time…soccer season in high school started, practice, practice! So please take a short minute of you busy lives and sign it I don't care if it's short just do it anyway! Thanks for everything! Oh and I almost forgot I need at least three reviews again. See ya later! Lilianna ( **