Gather
the Children
Chapter 8
Jessi leaned back in her hospital bed, still upset by the thought of what had happened to her friend and mentor. After a few moments of silence Tony cleared his throat, "Uh, we should call your parents."
Jessi looked over at him, "Uh yeah." She reached over and made the call to Glady's cell phone.
"Mom!" She said quietly.
"Jessi! Jessi! Oh baby, are you ok?"
"Yeah mom," Jessi could hear her mother crying, "I'm fine." She waited patiently for her mother to calm down.
"Where are you?"
"County hospital. I'm ok, really," she said quickly, hoping to alleviate her mother's fears. She quickly explained to her mother what had happened, although she decided to leave out the name of the man who had rescued her. "The doctor said I could leave tomorrow."
When hung up the phone, she looked over at Tony and Marcus and sighed. She leaned back her head as if to rest, clearly drained from all the roller coaster emotions from the past hour.
She looked back at Marcus, "Thank you so much for all you have done."
"Not a problem child. Well, I'd best be leaving. No sense in you getting into trouble on my account." He gave her a weak smile and left.
Jessi looked over at Tony and noticed the look of apprehension on his face.
With complete understanding, she quietly whispered, "I don't think you have anything to worry about with him. He's one of the good guys, not like Xavier. But anyway, I'd rather you stay here and keep me company, you don't need to go." Tony looked at her, relief evident on his face. "So tell me," she continued, "What have you been up to the last fifteen years?"
Tony grinned, and sat back down in the visitor's chair and proceeded to tell her everything.
Epilogue
Jessi was home from the hospital. Her arm was healing nicely, though it still pained her a bit. She'd immediately fallen in love with the quaint, old house her parent's had gotten for her. It had been a busy few weeks for her as classes started and she adjusted to her new routine. She sat down at the antique desk that had once belonged to her great-grandmother and pulled out a journal. She knew that she needed to write down, record, what had happened to her as a child. If nothing else it would be a catharsis, but also it would create a more thorough account of Xavier St. Cloud, James O'Connor, Anthony Brooks, and the others who would one day become immortal.
She opened the cover and started to write, "The Gathering if the Children" She scratched it out, the irony of the title made her laugh, despite herself. "Oh wait," she thought to herself, "What was it that Darius said to Connor when we came to him? Oh yes." She took the dark blue pen and began to write, "Gather the Children: A telling of future Watchers and Immortals"
The End
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Chapter 8
Jessi leaned back in her hospital bed, still upset by the thought of what had happened to her friend and mentor. After a few moments of silence Tony cleared his throat, "Uh, we should call your parents."
Jessi looked over at him, "Uh yeah." She reached over and made the call to Glady's cell phone.
"Mom!" She said quietly.
"Jessi! Jessi! Oh baby, are you ok?"
"Yeah mom," Jessi could hear her mother crying, "I'm fine." She waited patiently for her mother to calm down.
"Where are you?"
"County hospital. I'm ok, really," she said quickly, hoping to alleviate her mother's fears. She quickly explained to her mother what had happened, although she decided to leave out the name of the man who had rescued her. "The doctor said I could leave tomorrow."
When hung up the phone, she looked over at Tony and Marcus and sighed. She leaned back her head as if to rest, clearly drained from all the roller coaster emotions from the past hour.
She looked back at Marcus, "Thank you so much for all you have done."
"Not a problem child. Well, I'd best be leaving. No sense in you getting into trouble on my account." He gave her a weak smile and left.
Jessi looked over at Tony and noticed the look of apprehension on his face.
With complete understanding, she quietly whispered, "I don't think you have anything to worry about with him. He's one of the good guys, not like Xavier. But anyway, I'd rather you stay here and keep me company, you don't need to go." Tony looked at her, relief evident on his face. "So tell me," she continued, "What have you been up to the last fifteen years?"
Tony grinned, and sat back down in the visitor's chair and proceeded to tell her everything.
Epilogue
Jessi was home from the hospital. Her arm was healing nicely, though it still pained her a bit. She'd immediately fallen in love with the quaint, old house her parent's had gotten for her. It had been a busy few weeks for her as classes started and she adjusted to her new routine. She sat down at the antique desk that had once belonged to her great-grandmother and pulled out a journal. She knew that she needed to write down, record, what had happened to her as a child. If nothing else it would be a catharsis, but also it would create a more thorough account of Xavier St. Cloud, James O'Connor, Anthony Brooks, and the others who would one day become immortal.
She opened the cover and started to write, "The Gathering if the Children" She scratched it out, the irony of the title made her laugh, despite herself. "Oh wait," she thought to herself, "What was it that Darius said to Connor when we came to him? Oh yes." She took the dark blue pen and began to write, "Gather the Children: A telling of future Watchers and Immortals"
The End
Highlander is owned by Panzer and Davies. This site, its stories and pages are not for profit and are in no way affiliated with Panzer and Davies.