Seem's Return

Three days after the attack, there was no sign of Janosikah. Janovah was in the waiting room of the Haven City Hospital, waiting for news on Torn's injuries and illness. Waiting...and watiting. The waiting hurt the most. Every second was a life age. The clock ticked slowly and echoed in the small, cold room. It was white; all white. Sitting in an uncomfortable chair, adjusting herself. Her heart raced; any second now, the doctors would come in, and give her the news. 'He is going to be okay,' she told herself. 'He will be just fine.' Suddenly, there was the sound of the door opening. A click and a creak, and a man, an old looking one, with a white coat on and a stethoscope around his neck. His hair was gray, and his face grim.

"Miss Janovah," he said. His voice was low, and gloomy. "I'm afraid I have some bad news." Janovah's insides clenched up tight, her nails digging through the cheap fabric of the chair. She sat up, tense. Her face remained gazed at the doctor, set in stone. Every muscle aching from tensness. "I'm afraid your husband was not only badly shocked and poisoned from the dark eco, but we found something we didn't catch earlier. It's luekemia." She still remained tense. What was luekemia? Her eyebrows contored in panicked confusion. The doctor took her hint. He said, "Cancer of the blood. But we caught it early. Although, the poisoning might hamper his healing." He bowed his head for a moment. "If he were to die from it, I'd say he would have two months." Janovah stopped breathing.

Keira paced up and down the hallway. Janovah was taking a long time. She cared alot about her daughter, they had so much in common. She was also concerned about Torn, he and she were friends. She leaned against the wall. The place was empty. Just a bunch of potted plants and white doors. Her thoughts were interupted suddenly, as a nurse's voice cried out, "Miss Keira, you should come with me quick! Your daughter is having a heart attack!"

Keira ran quickly behind the nurse, down the white corridors into a ward, completely empty except for Janovah, who lay in the nearest bed, breathing in a shallow fashion. She was dressed in a hospital gown, eyes closed, but her face contorting in pain. There was a tube forking into her nose, and an IV attached to her wrist. The nurse was clam now, and spoke plainly, "It was a minor one. Out of shock. It happens. I dare say she'll live." Keira sighed out of relief, and strode over to Janovah's bedside. She took her outstretched hand in her own. Janovah gave a small moan; a single tear, a blue, glowing tear ran its way down her face.

Seem made his way towards the fortress in the heavy rain. He was afraid to see them all again. Well, "all" was a little strong. Jak and Dash left for the past, and Janovah was currently hospitilized. It had played out just as he imagined. Rin killed in the heat of rage, Janovah marries Torn, and they lived happily ever after. Until now, anyway. How would they react to his changes? He had seen a picture or two of Janovah in the past years, and she had grown into a beautiful young woman. He just hoped she outgrew her arrogance.

The Palace entrance opened with gusto before him. He entered the elegant building, following the directions he was given he made his way to a large room, with a circular table, and a big, wide screen. The room was darkened. He was only in the doorway, he could hear footsteps, and a woman's cranky, nagging voice. "Kat, will you please SIT DOWN? Janovah is going to be fine, she'll be back tommorow, and I just can't CONCENTRATE!" He took a deep breath, and sighed. Kat was here, what would she think...? The source of the voice became apparent. In front of him stood a tall, large breasted woman with blue skin and bleach blonde hair. Her eyes were vivid purple. "Who's this joker?" she asked.

Kat stepped towards the doorway. There stood a man, somewhat short but still tall. He had blue-black hair, and beautiful creamy skin. On his chin were some pitch black whiskers. He wore an orange scraf-like cloth around is neck, and he wore a gray shirt torn around the sleeves, and bad ass deep blue pants. He had knee-high black steel-toed boots. His eyes were vivid red, and his facial features soft...yet so familiar...her thoughts stopped dead in their tracks.

"No, that's impossible, you're not..." she began. But her suspicions were confirmed. "Seem? Oh my god, OH MY GOD!" she said.

Seem's heart sank. She was appalled, he knew it.

"You're GORGEOUS!" she added, her mouth twisting into a huge smile.

His heart rose again, and he blushed. She continued, "Well, let me show me your sleeping quarters. Janovah was very generous, she-" Kat broke off. "I mean, as we head down there, I'll explain why we asked you here." She took his hand. She had not changed since the dark maker battle. Still rather short, skinny, bouncy. Her appearance was the same, long red-brown hair, turquoise eyes, same attire. As they continued, she began talking more. "Anyway, she's got a plan. She wants to find her son, so she assembled us. She wants you to be apart of it, being a monk and all." Seem nodded, but said, "Kat, I'm afraid I have to tell you this; I'm no longer a monk."

Kat stopped dead in her tracks. One, was the information she just recieved, and two because of his voice. It deeper, but still had mystical traits with it. It was rich and smooth, like butter. "You're not a monk anymore? What happened?" Seem withdrew; he griamced. "I'd not rather talk about it," he said. His voice went low-key and was pained. She squeezed his hand as a sort of sympathy. They continued to walk until Kat stopped at umpteenth identical cream colored door and let go of his hand. She opened the door, and a "just-cleaned" smell filled his nose.

Kat spoke again, needing to think out loud. "The doctor in Spargus said Janovah was born with a weak heart, when she started crying in kindergarden about bad chest pains during a heated game of dodge ball. They took her off on a stretcher to the clinic. I couldn't eat or sleep until she came back. Every time things get stressful and heated I worry that this might be the moment her weak heart gives. This incident just scared the shit out of me." She grimaced at her own cursing. Seem spoke to comfort her, "Though physically her heart may be weak, on the inside it is stronger than anyone's." There was a moment of silence. "It is late," he said, "I've had a long journey, and I should retire." Kat turned to face him. "Okay. 'Night!" She said, and slipped off. Seem entered his room. It was vast and well lit, and very beautiful. 'Indeed,' he thought. 'Janovah was very generous.'

"For the last time, I'm fine. I can go." Janovah said stubbornly to a thoroughly concerned Keira, who fussing and clucking over her condition. "I want to talk to Seem, he arrived last night!" Keira ceased her scarf-tying for a moment. She said, "You mean Seem is a guy?" Janovah turned around to her mother. "Well, at least that's what I think." They smiled and giggled a little. Finally Keira finished helping Janovah dress and they took off for the Palace.

Upon arrival Janovah began her search for Seem. She was so very desperate to see him. She broke into a run, not caring it was making her chest throb. However, as she was hurrying along to his sleeping quarters a man cut a corner and she slammed into him, knocking them both to the ground. As she fell, she cried out and clawed at her chest as her heart gave a large blast of pain. She lay on her back, heart throbbing. Her eyes were closed as she gasped for air. But there was no flourished cry of someone in a hurry gasping out an apology. Only the feeling of being lifted, into two arms. Two arms that carried her to a bed and set her down. Her chest pain was slowly ebbing away. She remained limp there.

A soft hand opened her clenched fist and placed something there. It like a chain, with something very smooth on it. Before she let herself slip into sleep, she heard a phrase. A single phrase in famaliar yet slightly different voice.

"Siem Com Tova, Baroosh, Baroosh."