Crazed dangerous grey eyes stared at those of his nephews as they blocked the door refusing to let him leave.
"Sweet Christ! By all that is holy if you two jackdaws do not move I will run you through!" Duncan lowered his hands to his side unconsciously as to reach for his sword.
With a smirk and temporary confidence they smirked and crossed their arms only to step back wearily at him as he stood to full height and his gaze turned deadly and his nostrils flared with rage.
They nervously raised their hands to calm the uncle that in his time was a formidable and dangerous warlord they would never cross. But, now although he lost very little muscle mass due to his present diet, he was still the man all could fear. And at this very moment should fear.
"Uncle, understand you can not just show up before her and her family. How would you explain yourself?" Jason began.
"She is my woman. It is what I will tell them," Duncan fumed.
"Yes but how sure are you that she remembers you?" Jason explained.
Duncan shook his head refusing to listen. She has to remember him....Frustrated he began to pace and raked his hand through his hair repeatedly.
"Have a heart! She needs me I can feel it. There is this anguish and pain in my chest that will not go away it is hers." he rubbed his chest furiously as he faced them.
"No uncle that is called heart burn from the large pepperoni pizza you greedily scoffed last night and finished." Dennis shook his head bothered still that none was left for him.
Duncan stared at him and his sarcastic tone before shaking his head.
"Do not jest this is not the time." Duncan sighed with a perplexed gaze at the two brothers that now scowled at eachother.
A brief silence drew out before Jason continued.
"Do you really feel her, Uncle?" he asked with a saddened gaze watching Duncan pace like a caged Lion.
Duncan nodded unable to speak or breath as he felt the air around him turn warm.
It was an bothersome feeling he woke up to in a sweat. It felt so real he watched as she doubled over in pain at his side. His left palm itched and his head could not let go of the idea that something was wrong.
When Dennis returned that evening with news that Tara was taken to the hospital, it took them every inch of strength and courage to deny him and keep their uncle from leaving the apartment.
"I must go to her," he repeated.
"Uncle we understand that. But you do not want to scare her away. We will check and see what we can do. But in the mean time you must not approach her until you are sure she knows of the time the two of you had." Dennis stepped closer.
His determined gaze waivered after a brief silence. He sat on the chair shortly after with defeat evident on his shoulders and reluctantly agreed.
He sat back and watched them as they turned to leave promising him they will return with news about her.
His gaze narrowed watching them leave.
He waited a couple of minutes then stood and walked to the window on the far side of the living room and looked down in time to watch them hail down a cab. The moment he saw them get in he turned towards his room.
In a matter of seconds, after retrieving what he needed he left.
No one or nothing was keeping him from her. He did not defy time to sit about and wait.
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Impatiently he sat in the cab as it rolled throughout downtown towards the hospital.
He had long since understood the in and outs of their transportation and mode of aquiring it. He has come a long way and made sure he understood her era, her time. He was determined to make it work and be happy by her side and make her happy as well.
When the cab pulled up, he paid and got out. The large structure loomed over him. He stepped forward with confident steps anticipating the moments he will be before her.
Entering the busy lobby area he looked around and noticed the Helpdesk sign.
In a couple of strides he stood before a petite elderly woman behind the desk as she looked up at him.
"Hello, how may I assist you?" she smiled.
With a nod he replied. "I would like to know what floor Tara Michaels is on."
He watched as she began her search at the computer. In a matter of seconds she smiled again.
"Here we go, she is on the 4th floor room 6214-C."
Before she could instruct him how to find it he was already heading towards the elevator.
The semi crowded elevator slowly emptied on his way up. On the 4th ding he rushed out with the small traffic of people and walked off.
He looked around slowly and nodded slightly to those that smiled at him passing by. He watched the numbers to the rooms and looked briefly at the patients in them.
He felt relieved as the numbers were getting close. The end of the wing where she was, looked empty. He looked around and did not see many people. The moment he got closer his heart picked up its pace. His gaze landed on the doors number 6214-C.
It was closed but from the small window he could see a person laying in the bed in the dim lit room.
He paused before the door and gave a deep intake of breath and looked around quickly before opening it.
Quietly he entered and saw her.
He stopped and swallowed hard at the lump forming in his throat. He slowly walked towards the bed and looked down at her. She was asleep.
The incessant beeps pierced the silence as his gaze fell on the IV line taped to her hand. Shaky hands raised lightly to touch her cheek. She didn't move.
He stood there for what felt like forever as he held her hand and rubbed it gently.
"I am here love," he whispered.
His heart fluttered the same moment the machines incessant beeps increased.
He would give anything at this moment for her to open her eyes. He wanted her to know he was there.
He raised her hands to his cheek and held there coolness gliding his lips over them. He felt overwhelmed that he was finally able to touch her and see her. The realization of it all finally caught up with him. He waited for so long. 3 years.... And he finally has here close.
The soft voice on an intercom shortly announced that visiting hours were ending. He understood what that meant and stood. He was reluctant on leaving her there but he had to leave.
He lowered his hand into his pocket and pulled out her IPod. A small smile formed on his lips at what it will do. The meaning of her seeing it and he prayed she would understand.
He placed it in her hand then lowered his head to hers. He nuzzled his nose to her cheek and kissed her there. He caressed her lovingly. Before pulling away he pressed his lips to hers.
"I love you so much, please come back to me. I need you," he spoke.
With one last kiss he turned to leave.
He exited in time to see a nurse heading towards the room. Thankfully he was already heading towards the elevator.
On the lobby ground level he left the hospital content that he was able to see her.
He was at ease knowing that he left something that will give a clue. She would know he came for her.
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There we go...the time is coming close. Get your tissue ready guys....
YOU WILL HAVE TO EXCUSE MY LATE POSTS I AM TRYING NOT TOBOOST JIBBERISH...IM SUPER BUMBED OUT CUZ I GOT MY FIRST 1 STAR BAD REVIEW ON AMAZON FOR MY BOOK "A Night to Remember"
It really soured up my day and im in need of some uplifting comments and lots of chocolate and perhaps some Moscato...
I've edited and re-edited it. Im clueless to where its wrong....
Any how....
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I know its short but I had to get it out of my head.....
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