Hey. I'm sorry that this took me another 100 years to update. I'm also sorry that it's shorter than my other chapters. I'm going to try my best at getting these updates out faster.

Hope you're still enjoying and all is well with you (reader) yes you. Let me know if there's any mistakes I sort of fast read this a few times before posting.

Seth watched from Taylor's room as an ambulance arrived at the house and took off with the girl and her grandmother. As the flashing lights dimmed away Seth pulled the curtain over the window. Fury afflicted his mind looking around for Otto. The teenager found the old man just where he'd first suspected.

Otto gleamed over at Seth closing a drawer shut at his desk in the study. "What do you want?"

"Did you do it? Did you injure Taylor?"

Seth stepped inside of the room that Otto occupied. His hands formed into fists.

"She stuck her nose where it didn't belong at the wrong time." Otto made his way around desk and was close to leaving the room when Seth grabbed the man's arm.

"You promised Otto." Seth gritted through his teeth in the old man's ear. "You gave me your word you wouldn't harm her."

Otto chuckled menacingly getting closer to Seth's face. "Lad, you should know this by now. Since when am I a man of me word?"

Seth went from perplexed to having absolute hate in his eyes. How could he do this to her, and to him? He drew a balled-up fist ready to strike Otto when a strong blow to the head knocked Seth to the ground. Seth held on to his jaw for a few seconds and the pain went away as if nothing happened. He glared up at Otto.

"There's more where that came from. If you expect your little reincarnated girlfriend to stay unharmed, you'd do better at watching her." Otto twisted his arm and cracked his neck before stepping out of the study.

"I almost forgot. If you try anything else to try and overstep me authority, I'll have you thrown in that well again. This time for centuries."

How could Seth forget. Otto had him at the bottom of the well for nearly a decade at the start of 1930 and was retrieved in 1939. You'd think that being a ghost he could've easily floated out or reappear in any place he'd imagine. But there is something within those stone walls that forced him to stay down there.

Seth couldn't stand the thought of being stuck in it's dark and damp pit again. He dropped the confrontation, for now. Otto nodded and disappeared.

Seth stood up on his feet. He understood the real threatening danger Taylor was now in. He'd have to watch her closely from now on. Nevertheless, he'd have to keep a closer eye on Otto. Seth was getting a lot stronger than the old man thought.

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Taylor woke thrusting upward in panic in her hospital bed. Hands rushed to her shoulders to push her back down. Her heavy breathing was enough to make her head light and feel faint.

"Taylor, breathe."

She can hear her grandmother Nancy. As she was willing to lay back in the bed, Taylor took in a few deep breaths.

Taylor scoped out the room noticing first thing that it wasn't ICU. She looked over at her grand mom with only one question in mind. "My arm?"

She looked down to see a thick cast surrounding her lower and upper arm. Taylor was so used to the splint and hated to see she was back covered in uncomfortable plaster.

"Whatever impacted your arm it loosened the fragments in your elbow again. You've already undergone surgery and it should heal thankfully." Nancy paused.

Taylor felt a dizzy spell, she closed her eyes and opened them once it was over. "That's why I feel doped up."

"What happened Taylor?"

A bright light and a powerful force throwing her was all Taylor could remember. Before she could answer a middle-aged male doctor entered the room, a female nurse followed behind.

"Good morning. I'm Doctor Brown and this is your nurse practitioner McAdams. How's your elbow feeling?"

Taylor shrugged. "I can't feel a thing."

"Glad to know the average dose of morphine is still working." He looked at the emptying morphine bag. I'm prescribing you on narcotic pills for the next two weeks. If there's any pain afterwards Advil in moderation should help. Nurse McAdams will have a moment with you, and I'll be back to check up in an hour."

Nancy and Taylor thanked the doctor in unison before he left the room.

The nurse went over the details of the damage done to Taylor's arm and elbow and the length of time given for it to fully heal. "Because this has happened to you twice in under a month, I require that you take it easy. No running, hard activities, and no standing up and walking for long periods of time. Doctor Brown and I am writing you an excuse letter for school. You'll have to miss the first week."

Nurse McAdams glanced away from her notes to look Taylor square in the eyes. "This fracture wound will take longer to fully heal. Again, we're looking at six to eight months. If this happens again you could face real permanent damage to your right arm."

Taylor nodded, agreeing with what the nurse was telling her.

"What made this happen?" The nurse went on. "I've looked through all the scans Doctor Brown and I did on you. It wasn't a seizure, and it wasn't any kind of brain trauma that made you pass out before hitting the floor. Did you hurt yourself on purpose?"

Taylor narrowed her gaze at the nurse. To even insinuate she'd do such a thing infuriated her. "No. I must've been sleep walking or something. I've been having a lot of nightmares and it's been taking a toll on my sleeping patterns."

Nancy added into the conversation. "It is true. She's had fits in her sleep for weeks."

"Okay, make sure you keep a good eye on her for the next month. She should be getting her splint in the next three weeks." The nurse wrote in her notes. When she was done, she looked to Taylor for any questions she may have withheld.

"Any idea on when I can get the hell out of here?" Taylor was sick of hospitals and luckily she would be going home that afternoon.

She was given her prescription instructions and breakfast. There were hash browns, scrambled eggs with bacon, and fruit. Taylor was happy to receive coffee after asking for it. She was growing an aversion to sleep now. The prescriptions had to be picked up that day because she starts them in the evening.

Doctor Brown discussed therapy and exercise. She will have to work twice as much than expected now. When two in the afternoon came Taylor was discharged from the hospital. Nancy chose a car service to pick them up since her car was at the house.

Only one good thing came out of this though. Taylor was happy to get her hands on narcotics again. It was the only thing keeping her from melting down since her mother's death.