The door of the ward opened again.
A man walked in, He seemed just as tall as Andre. His hair was a chocolate brown meticulously combed and he had a pair of emerald green eyes. He wore a black business suit, According to Micah's memories this man should be Alan Travis the boss of the entertainment company Micah worked in. Behind him came another man, He wore a grey suit and had raven black hair scattered over his forehead casting a mysterious shadow, His eyes were black like an endless abyss. This man should be Victor Evans.
Ryse felt his eyebrow twitch slightly when the room suddenly filled with a strange atmosphere. The three men were staring at each other with hostile expressions, Ryse was completely confused in the middle. His hand had stopped mid air, Suddenly feeling a cold hand envelop his Ryse glanced at Andre who was still staring at the other two expressionlessly. Two pairs of eyes instantly moved to their hands that were connected and Ryse felt a chill down his spine.
Was there something going on that Micah had never known! QAQ. The silent confrontation seemed to end in Andre's victory because Andre smiled again faintly, Andre pulled him up holding his wait with his free hand. Ryse did not think much of the position because he could not walk without support anyways. Scratch that he could not walk at all his legs were still injured. although the injury was not that serious.
The shift in balance was sudden and caught him off guard. When his eyes focused he found himself being carried out, The two men left behind noticed his gaze and smiled gently waving their hands at him who could not respond because he was still dazed from the entire situation. Okay maybe releasing the news of his accident was not a good idea, Ryse thought belatedly.
Andre walked out of the hospital and sat him down on the front seat helped him put on the seat belt and walked to the other side to the driver's seat. Ryse glanced at him secretly Andre was really handsome it was a bit too much Ryse thought. He looked into the side mirror of the car and finally saw his own looks.
Mid-night black hair that reached his shoulders, A pair of hetero chrome eyes that followed him in every world. Delicate features that were by no means girly just a little pretty that was all. The skin was pale probably from the blood loss in the accident.
Ryse removed his eyes from the mirror and looked outside the scenery passing by the crowd of people the giant TV screens showing ads the colorful lights of the hotels and bars. It was silent all silent.....Too silent not even the faintest of voices.
Ryse seemed to have seen something suddenly, It was a picture that flashed past his eyes, It was dark and silent nothing could be seen from the utter blackness. Ryse felt his heart jump, He felt painful and suffocated. The picture only lasted a few seconds and disappeared instantly. The thoughts in his mind became all too loud in the silence, They were a strange a mix of hundreds of voices speaking on top of each other.
Ryse felt a headache and frowned he really wished to just finish the mission quickly get the shard and get out of this damned world. The car stopped at the red light and Ryse felt a cold hand on his forehead, The annoying voices seemed to go silent. The cold hand slid over eyes and Ryse was forced to close them. The cold touch caused something inside him to loosen involuntarily and he sighed. The hand did not move the constant touch seemed to assure him and he fell asleep just like this.
The entire scenario was just strange and confusing. Ryse slept deeply, He even dreamed of things that did not make sense. A cold touch, The burning flames in front of his eyes, The terror that seemed to stem from the soul, The darkness that ate away at him, The chains that bind him, the crackling of thunder, the heavy sound of rain, The cold embrace, The Danger that came from everywhere, The silence.
He seemed to have heard something and instantly opened his eyes. The scene that appeared in front of him was the warm colors of the wall the light gold and blue covers that covered him on the double bed with blue canopy curtains, The floor to ceiling windows that showed the view of the bustling city and the sparkling blue of the ocean not far away.
Ryse blinked his eyes blankly, He had heard something definitely but now it was silent again. Was it just his imagination....No it was not, He surely heard it the faint whisper of something from outside the door he had heard it.
He was staring at the brown door when it opened, Andre came in still wearing white but the silver rimmed glasses were gone. He carried in his hands a glass of water and a bowl. 'From the scent it must be rise porridge' Ryse thought absently. The side of the bed dipped When Andre sat down placing the bowl and glass on the side table.
"You should eat" He said with a mysterious smile.
Ryse's eyes widened he had heard it all too clearly, The words echoed in his mind. Andre reached out his hand and pulled him up gently.
"My dear you should eat it before it gets cold" Andre chuckled lightly.
Ryse was now hundred percent sure he hear Andre's voice in his mind. He ate the porridge absently staring at Andre who only smiled mysteriously. When he finished the bowl Andre took it out and returned with a glass of fresh orange juice.
"Here" He said placing the glass in his hands. Ryse looked at the glass of orange juice and did not think much about it. He raised the glass and drank it all silently. Not noticing that Andre's smile had deepened and his blue eyes narrowed meaningfully.