CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FIFTEEN
Nelson awoke screaming. The nurse assistant came in and ran out again. The nurse and the nurse assistant returned. Together, they tried to get from Nelson what was wrong.
He couldn’t stop screaming.
Finally, the nurse called the doctor and they agreed to medicate him. Within moments, the narcotic went into Nelson’s IV and ever so slowly, he stopped screaming. When his voice fell to a slow mewing, the medical professionals left the room, and Nelson was alone again.
He felt a hand on his arm. He turned to see Abi holding his hand while her other hand stroked his forearm.
“Are you in pain?” Abi asked.
“Terrified,” Nelson said, his voice a whisper. “I… I…”
His hand moved to his nose.
“Smell?” Abi asked.
“Yes,” Abi said. “You smell something like that wretched dungeon?”
“You smell me,” Abi said.
Nelson pointed at her. She nodded.
“I was trying to keep you alive,” Abi said. “You were…”
Abi shook her head.
“You…” Nelson whispered.
“Shh…” Abi whispered.
“’fraid wake up there,” Nelson said.
“I brought you home,” Abi said. “I won’t allow you to return.”
“Promise,” Nelson said.
“You can trust me when I say that no being on this planet has the power to defy me,” Abi said. “Not a one. But even I cannot save you when your will is set against it.”
When he looked at Abi, she looked like Bathsheba.
“You,” Nelson whispered somewhere between a question and an acquisition.
“I asked your mother to go to you,” Abi said. “She was busy trying to save your father, so I chose her ancestor. I had an idea that you and she were in the similar places. She was able to enter the prison of your mind, get you to see that you needed to let go.”
“She saved me,” Nelson said. “Lost in that tomb.”
“Lost in your own will,” Abi whispered.
“Yes,” Nelson said as a sigh. “That too.”
Nelson glanced at Abi to see that she was grinning at him. It was only then that he realized that Abi was doing something to him. He turned to actually look at her. Her hands had melded into his flesh.
“What are you doing?” Nelson asked.
“Strengthening you,” Abi said.
“Why?” Nelson asked. “Why help me?”
“Oh dear, child,” Abi said. “You stand at an important crossroad in human history. You may determine the difference of what will happen and what won’t happen. You must be ready for it.”
“I don’t want to save the world,” Nelson said.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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