(Author’s POV)
"Brother Al~ .... Now, that we are heading to a hospital. You should redress your wound there," Nora pointed out from the backseat.
Brave was a little puzzled by the statent. When they were departing, he had bandaged Alaric’s hand with a fresh gauze himself. His brief gaze landed on Alaric’s palm, the pristine white dressing was now blooming with a red, uneven dot that kept getting bigger. Alaric’s other hand’s thumb was pressing on it, while the person in question seed to be in a daze.
"Al~ .... Alaric," he called out.
"Huhh? What?" Alaric’s mind was elsewhere. He looked at Brave with a hint of confusion.
"Moon Goddess~ .... your wound has started bleeding again," Nora answered on behalf of Brave, her voice worried sick and high pitched.
Alaric glanced at it and shrugged off casually, "It’s nothing to worry about, Ora, Rave. It is just a asly cut."
"A no would do," Brave spoke, his voice serious. "If it were that trivial, it would have healed by now."
"I agree with brother Rave," Nora backed him up.
Alaric dramatically rolled his eyes and comnted, "You two are being way too fussy over sothing that minor." He showed them his swathed hand from the front passenger seat and assured them, "I am a Lycan. This~ .... I ain’t feeling a twinge of pain by this."
Nora took his palm and pressed the edge without warning, an unconscious groan escaping Alaric’s mouth, "Uggghhhh~ ...."
"And you said there wasn’t even a twinge of pain. You ain’t feeling a thing, huhh, Mr. Lycan," she mimicked his voice, cut to cut.
"Sneak attack on a Lycan wolf. Bold move," Alaric remarked.
"Well, thanks for the complint. Ain’t I a Lycan wolf as well?" she said, clicking her tongue playfully.
Alaric pinched her cheek with his other hand, "And, so am I." Nora urged Brave to rescue her, "Brother Rave~ .... Brother Al is bullying ," feigning a plaintive sound.
Brave chuckled, listening to their light hearted bickering. Before he could say anything, the ’HOPE HOSPITAL’ sign ca into sight. He tapped on Alaric’s shoulder and said, "Let her go. We are here."
As the car ca to a screeching halt, Alaric’s nose wrinkled at the sight in front of them. He couldn’t help but comnt, "Is this the only hospital left in Esteria? Or are all the humans in this city have weak immunity? Why are there so many?"
"The season’s changing. What do you expect, Al? Normal humans tend to get sick more easily than we do. Don’t compare apples and oranges. They might be fruits, but both have a different constitution," Brave spoke as he took off his seatbelt.
"So, what are we? Apples or oranges? Whatever it is, I want us to be the premium ones," Alaric comnted as he stepped out as well.
Nora disembarked the vehicle as well. With the bunch of carefully curated, lush green and blue Hydrangeas in one hand, she was about to take out the fruit basket. Alaric took the bouquet from her and said, "I will take this." He then turned to Brave and said, "You~ .... Take out the fruit basket." Brave did as he was told.
As the trio exited the parking space, the passerbys couldn’t help but look at them with awestruck expressions.
Thanks to their gifted genes, the siblings always attracted attention whether they were in the werewolf world or anywhere else in the world. Now, with Alaric holding the Hydrangeas, giving the robust yet tender aura and Brave carrying the fruit basket carefully, looking like a person straight out of romance novels, while Nora was leading the way like a true lady boss.
The three of them were charismatic even in their simple looking attire. People couldn’t help but gasp. As they passed by two middle aged won, they heard their theatrical conversation, "WOAH! Thankfully, I listened to my daughter and ca to the hospital for a checkup. Otherwise, I would have missed the opportunity to see such good looking and clean cut boys. God blessed my eyes."
"Aren’t you seeking a partner for your daughter? She is a doctor and well mannered. Try setting her up with one of them? At least try getting their number," the other lady urged.
The first lady was quick to deny, "No~ ... no. Look at the girl walking ahead of them." She said in a hushed tone. "I think the two twins are her personal bodyguards. She seems to be like their boss. I don’t want to disturb soone on duty."
Listening to their conversation, Nora couldn’t help but laugh, "Sorry, my clean cut bodyguards. Because of this lady boss of yours, an opportunity to get matched with a well mannered doctor has slipped through your palms. I genuinely apologize."
Just like that, they reached the entrance and made their way inside the reception area. Nora was about to head towards the ergency ward, but Brave casually comnted, "I guess by now, Mr. Stephens should have been shifted to a private room. Let’s ask at the reception."
Alaric, who was close to the reception desk, walked there with lazy elegance. With an aloof tone, he asked, "What is Fabian Stephens room number?"
The staff, captivated by his looks, forgot all about the rules and searched in the record and answered, "It is room seven zero four. A VIP ward on the seventh floor." Alaric arched his eyebrow quickly in acknowledgent and walked back.
The other staff mber, who was attending to soone else, smacked the forr staff mber’s shoulder and said, "Did you forget the hospital rules?"
She replied, "Did you even see his clothes? They might look plain, but everything he is wearing is a designer piece. He had a Rolex Daytona on."
"It’s on the seventh floor," Alaric told them as they headed towards the elevator area. Just like what Myra and Yelena had encountered, they were fully packed.
"Tskkk~ .... shit~ .... Ain’t no way, I am going in that," Alaric said with a grimace. "And you guys won’t either. Got it?"
Brave nodded, "Hmmm~ .... Then let’s just take the stairs." As they turned around and took a few steps towards the ergency staircase section, a cleaner bumped into Brave mistakenly, and the bottle of isopropyl alcohol in his hand spilt all over him, soaking his mint green shirt and blue denims instantly.
Few of the droplets splashed on Nora as well. The heavy and sharp, pungent odour imdiately surrounded the two, entering their nostrils.
Alaric roared, censuring the person, "CAN’T YOU SEE WHERE YOU ARE GOING? Walking heedlessly, huhh."
The cleaner started apologising contritely, "I am deeply sorry, sir, ma’am. Please forgive for my lack of awareness." He kept bowing and saying sorry.
Nora mumbled, her voice soft yet firm, "It’s okay. It can happen to anyone. But please try to be careful next ti, umm." She was about to say sothing more, but all of a sudden, her purple gold eyes went two shades darker.
A familiar, nostalgic scent reached her nostrils, though it was faintest of the faint. Her mind went blank, and without thinking, she rushed to find the source of this subtle sll.
Alaric’s eyes went wide open seeing Nora like that. He had sensed what she was chasing after and went after her like a flash.
Brave, who was doused in heavy alcohol, didn’t catch a damn sll. The overpowering chemical was clogging the inside of his nasal ridge. Nevertheless, he followed his sibling as well.
Alaric called out to Nora, "Where are you going all of a sudden?"
Nora had already zoned out. Her only aim was to get to that familiar odor. It was light and barely there, but she was sure. The fruity, flowery, natural scent, uniquely belonging to the only person she knew in her twenty years of life, it has to be her. It has to be Myra Miracle.
A glimr of hope and yearning churned inside her. She knew she had to get to this person.
Due to the overly populated hospital, it was difficult to trace which way the scent had co from. But Nora relied on her instinct and pushed her way through. She sohow went out, her carefully made up hair was now a tangled ss. But she didn’t give two pennies for that. She scanned the place all around, desperation flickering in her eyes. As she was about to take a step forward, an ambulance brushed past her. Alaric pulled her in the nick of a nanosecond and almost lost his temper, "Ora, are you crazy? Where are you running so listlessly? What has happened?"
"Brother Al~ .... I~.... I sensed~ ...." Nora trembled, her eyes turning watery and red. She couldn’t speak properly.
Alaric pursed his lips and patted her back soothingly while giving her a gentle hug, "Calm down, hmm. It’s okay. Take a deep breath and then exhale it."
Nora did exactly that, and after a few rounds of breathing exercises, she finally spoke, "Brother Al, I sensed her scent. She is here. I am sure she is here. It is undeniably her."
Brave arrived and asked with a puzzling expression, "Who is here?"
Nora spoke with tremor, "MYRA, MYRA MIRACLE."
To Be Continued . . . . . .
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