Drop a Heart, Make a Name (10/?)
She surveys the bed warily, scribbling on the clipboard in her hand. The patient lies there mostly still; he twitches and moans every so often in his sleep but she tries her best to ignore him, to distance herself. She doesn’t need the attachment issues right now. She sighs as she checks the young man’s vitals. Stable, she notes it down and makes to leave the room but before she closes the door behind her she turns back to look at him.
Forgive me, Patrick she thinks and the sound of her heels hitting the tiles echoes down the corridor.
Greta smoothes down her dress and enters the kitchen the next morning. People are eating breakfast and chatting, the noise makes her feel better, calmer for some reason. She spots Jon over by the island talking softly to Gerard. He must have arrived this morning she thought, he didn’t spend the night.
“Jon?” She says when she gets to them.
“Greta,” He looks steadily at her, and then smiles softly.
“We need to talk,” they say at the same time and Gerard’s eyes stray to each of them questioningly before he wanders off quietly.
Greta chuckles nervously and gestures towards the door. He follows her into one of the studies.
“Jon,” she begins, “I- I think we should break up.”
He sighs and frowns slightly, “Yeah, I agree,” he said sadly.
She reached out cautiously to touch his arm, “Jon, I’m sorry.”
“Me too,” he said, smiling into her eyes, “It’s probably for the best.”
She smiles brightly, “Friends?”
He rolls his eyes, “Trust you to make me feel good about myself as you’re breaking up with me, only you Greta Salpeter.”
She pulls him close and closes her eyes as a single tear slides down her cheek. I’m making the right decision, she tells herself, at least I think I am.
Pete paced the living room angrily, “So you’re saying you have no idea where Patrick is or who even has him?”
Matt shifted uneasily from his spot on the couch, “Well yes.”
Matt, Gerard, Frank, Andy and Ryland were all sitting in various sofas and poufs around the room facing a large fireplace in the centre of the wall. Pete was standing on a worn out rug in front of it.
He sighed, “What do we do?”
Gerard shrugged, “We barely have a lead, Pete, I don’t know what we can do.”
“There must be something, anything…” he trailed off, and thought for a while before an idea struck him, “Of course… Adam!”
“What?” Andy glanced at Ryland worriedly, “Pete, what are you talking about?”
“Adam Gontier,” he muttered and turned to Gerard, “Ever heard of him?”
“Well, yeah,” Gerard said, thoroughly confused, “He’s a well respected Warlock up in Balmine but how do you know him?”
“I don’t really,” Pete replied, “But I think he can give us some answers.”
“Pete, what are you talking about?” Frank asked.
He explained to them all about the dream when Ryan had shot him, by this time Greta had joined them and they all listened intently each wearing similar looks of confusion and indeed concern. Once Pete had finished everyone was silent for a few moments taking in the information.
Gerard turned to Greta, “Is it possible?”
She studied Pete’s earnest expression, “Could have been a fever dream. He’s defiantly not lying, that’s for sure.”
Matt sighed and put his head in his hands, “We might as well check it out. I mean, all we’ve got is the half blood theory and even that is barely a theory. Maybe this Adam Gontier could cast some light on the situation.”
Gerard nodded and got to his feet, “We’ll need to organise a group to go.”
Pete looked sharply at him, “I’m going.”
Gerard sighed and began to form a response before Vicky burst into the room.
“Gerard!” she gasped, “It’s Spencer, he’s missing.”
“I just left for two seconds,” Jon was sitting at the kitchen table, shaking with his head in his hands, “I was just going to the shop, oh god,” Greta reached over and held his hand in her hand, “And when I got back the door was hanging off its hinges and there was b-blood all over the living room.”
Greta leaned closer, “It’s okay, Jon.”
“No,” he said, tears spilling down his cheeks, “It’s really not. He’s probably dead by now.”
“No,” Greta said, firmly, “He’s not, Jon, he’s going to be fine. Okay? We’re going to find him and get him back, okay?”
She got up and walked round to where he was sitting, “It’s gonna be okay,” She kneeled down and pulled him closer to her, “Come here.”
He leaned against her and breathed in her warmth, he buried his head in her shoulder and sobbed uncontrollably, “I-I just, oh g-god, I just want him b-back.”
“I know,” she said, and looked up past his shoulder at Chris standing in the doorway. There is an odd expression on his face, a mixture of sad and disappointed and she knows in that second that they’re over. She realises that she loves Jon more than she’ll ever love Chris and he was just safe, familiar and he can see it. He sighs and turns to leave, sad but decided and Greta just clings to Jon, tears streaming down her face as the reality of the situation hits her.
Vicky is smoking a joint on the balcony when Greta finds her. Most of the others are assembled in the conference room discussing a plan and she just can’t bring herself to be interested. Once she’d calmed him down a bit she put Jon into a spare bedroom with a sleeping draught. He’d be more use to them after a few hours of undisturbed sleep.
Vicky doesn’t looks up as she sits down next to her and offers Greta the joint without speaking. She takes it hesitantly and slips it in between her lips.
“Greta,” Vicky says looking over at her calmly; the kind of calm Greta always wished she’d been able to achieve, “What’s wrong?”
She shrugged, unable to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, “It’s hard to explain.”
“Well,” Vicky said, “I’ve got all night, I think.”
“I think I’m in love with Jon,” Greta said, looking earnestly at Vicky, “Which sucks because he’s in love with Spencer and Chris broke up with me.”
“Oh, hon I’m sorry,” Vicky rubbed her arm absentmindedly, “Why did Chris break up with you?”
“He knows.”
“Did you tell him?”
“Nah,” Greta fiddled with a stray twig, “he figured it out on himself.”
Vicky sighed, “Jon loves Spencer, Greta.”
“I know, I wish he loved me though.”
Vicky pulled her into a hug and patted her back, “You’ve just got to get over him.”
“How?” Greta gazed up at her with such desperation in her eyes it made Vicky’s heart go out to her.
“I don’t know,” she said, “I’m so sorry.”
Christina walked into Ville’s office at the end of the day,” Sir?” she said, cautiously as she approached his desk.
“Yes, Christina?” he looked up from the scrolls he had been studying.
“What is to be done with Patrick?” she watched his expression change as she said Patrick’s name and waited nervously for punishment.
He surprised her though, “He will be tested. You see, Christina, Mr Stump would be very useful if he would co operate but he is stubborn so we will have to force him.”
“How? And tested for what?”
“Now you’re pushing it, Christina.”
She nodded and turned to leave.
“Christina,” he called out, “See to it that the protective spells around the perimeter are reinforced, I think we may be close to being discovered.”
“How do you know that?”
He smiled, like a shark that had spotted a vulnerable prey, “I just do, now leave me.”
Forgive me, Patrick she thinks and the sound of her heels hitting the tiles echoes down the corridor.
Greta smoothes down her dress and enters the kitchen the next morning. People are eating breakfast and chatting, the noise makes her feel better, calmer for some reason. She spots Jon over by the island talking softly to Gerard. He must have arrived this morning she thought, he didn’t spend the night.
“Jon?” She says when she gets to them.
“Greta,” He looks steadily at her, and then smiles softly.
“We need to talk,” they say at the same time and Gerard’s eyes stray to each of them questioningly before he wanders off quietly.
Greta chuckles nervously and gestures towards the door. He follows her into one of the studies.
“Jon,” she begins, “I- I think we should break up.”
He sighs and frowns slightly, “Yeah, I agree,” he said sadly.
She reached out cautiously to touch his arm, “Jon, I’m sorry.”
“Me too,” he said, smiling into her eyes, “It’s probably for the best.”
She smiles brightly, “Friends?”
He rolls his eyes, “Trust you to make me feel good about myself as you’re breaking up with me, only you Greta Salpeter.”
She pulls him close and closes her eyes as a single tear slides down her cheek. I’m making the right decision, she tells herself, at least I think I am.
Pete paced the living room angrily, “So you’re saying you have no idea where Patrick is or who even has him?”
Matt shifted uneasily from his spot on the couch, “Well yes.”
Matt, Gerard, Frank, Andy and Ryland were all sitting in various sofas and poufs around the room facing a large fireplace in the centre of the wall. Pete was standing on a worn out rug in front of it.
He sighed, “What do we do?”
Gerard shrugged, “We barely have a lead, Pete, I don’t know what we can do.”
“There must be something, anything…” he trailed off, and thought for a while before an idea struck him, “Of course… Adam!”
“What?” Andy glanced at Ryland worriedly, “Pete, what are you talking about?”
“Adam Gontier,” he muttered and turned to Gerard, “Ever heard of him?”
“Well, yeah,” Gerard said, thoroughly confused, “He’s a well respected Warlock up in Balmine but how do you know him?”
“I don’t really,” Pete replied, “But I think he can give us some answers.”
“Pete, what are you talking about?” Frank asked.
He explained to them all about the dream when Ryan had shot him, by this time Greta had joined them and they all listened intently each wearing similar looks of confusion and indeed concern. Once Pete had finished everyone was silent for a few moments taking in the information.
Gerard turned to Greta, “Is it possible?”
She studied Pete’s earnest expression, “Could have been a fever dream. He’s defiantly not lying, that’s for sure.”
Matt sighed and put his head in his hands, “We might as well check it out. I mean, all we’ve got is the half blood theory and even that is barely a theory. Maybe this Adam Gontier could cast some light on the situation.”
Gerard nodded and got to his feet, “We’ll need to organise a group to go.”
Pete looked sharply at him, “I’m going.”
Gerard sighed and began to form a response before Vicky burst into the room.
“Gerard!” she gasped, “It’s Spencer, he’s missing.”
“I just left for two seconds,” Jon was sitting at the kitchen table, shaking with his head in his hands, “I was just going to the shop, oh god,” Greta reached over and held his hand in her hand, “And when I got back the door was hanging off its hinges and there was b-blood all over the living room.”
Greta leaned closer, “It’s okay, Jon.”
“No,” he said, tears spilling down his cheeks, “It’s really not. He’s probably dead by now.”
“No,” Greta said, firmly, “He’s not, Jon, he’s going to be fine. Okay? We’re going to find him and get him back, okay?”
She got up and walked round to where he was sitting, “It’s gonna be okay,” She kneeled down and pulled him closer to her, “Come here.”
He leaned against her and breathed in her warmth, he buried his head in her shoulder and sobbed uncontrollably, “I-I just, oh g-god, I just want him b-back.”
“I know,” she said, and looked up past his shoulder at Chris standing in the doorway. There is an odd expression on his face, a mixture of sad and disappointed and she knows in that second that they’re over. She realises that she loves Jon more than she’ll ever love Chris and he was just safe, familiar and he can see it. He sighs and turns to leave, sad but decided and Greta just clings to Jon, tears streaming down her face as the reality of the situation hits her.
Vicky is smoking a joint on the balcony when Greta finds her. Most of the others are assembled in the conference room discussing a plan and she just can’t bring herself to be interested. Once she’d calmed him down a bit she put Jon into a spare bedroom with a sleeping draught. He’d be more use to them after a few hours of undisturbed sleep.
Vicky doesn’t looks up as she sits down next to her and offers Greta the joint without speaking. She takes it hesitantly and slips it in between her lips.
“Greta,” Vicky says looking over at her calmly; the kind of calm Greta always wished she’d been able to achieve, “What’s wrong?”
She shrugged, unable to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, “It’s hard to explain.”
“Well,” Vicky said, “I’ve got all night, I think.”
“I think I’m in love with Jon,” Greta said, looking earnestly at Vicky, “Which sucks because he’s in love with Spencer and Chris broke up with me.”
“Oh, hon I’m sorry,” Vicky rubbed her arm absentmindedly, “Why did Chris break up with you?”
“He knows.”
“Did you tell him?”
“Nah,” Greta fiddled with a stray twig, “he figured it out on himself.”
Vicky sighed, “Jon loves Spencer, Greta.”
“I know, I wish he loved me though.”
Vicky pulled her into a hug and patted her back, “You’ve just got to get over him.”
“How?” Greta gazed up at her with such desperation in her eyes it made Vicky’s heart go out to her.
“I don’t know,” she said, “I’m so sorry.”
Christina walked into Ville’s office at the end of the day,” Sir?” she said, cautiously as she approached his desk.
“Yes, Christina?” he looked up from the scrolls he had been studying.
“What is to be done with Patrick?” she watched his expression change as she said Patrick’s name and waited nervously for punishment.
He surprised her though, “He will be tested. You see, Christina, Mr Stump would be very useful if he would co operate but he is stubborn so we will have to force him.”
“How? And tested for what?”
“Now you’re pushing it, Christina.”
She nodded and turned to leave.
“Christina,” he called out, “See to it that the protective spells around the perimeter are reinforced, I think we may be close to being discovered.”
“How do you know that?”
He smiled, like a shark that had spotted a vulnerable prey, “I just do, now leave me.”