Family adventure 2: The return.

Chapter 3.

Ali groaned, he felt something heavy on his shoulder. He tried shifting only to be roughly held back.

"Stay down Lahiffe." Su-Han's annoyed voice said.

"Nikolas," Ali gasped. "I needs my son." He slurred.

The room was silent for a few minutes.

Ali started hearing everything correctly. It wasn't ringing. And he could see clearer.

Ali weakly opened his eyes wider, "Su-Han, where is my son?"

"James has taken him." Su-Han slowly said.

Ali was quiet for a few moments before he tried getting up.

"Lahiffe!" Su-Han shouted as he tried to hold Ali down.

"Get off me! I need to find Nikolas!" Ali shouted.

"Ali! Your about to pull your stitches out!" Su-Han shouted.

"I don't care! I need to get my son!" Ali shouted back.

"You can't do that bleeding out!" Su-Han shouted.

"I don't care." Ali panted. As he stood up, he almost collapsed.

He felt Su-Han grab his shoulder and help him or well throw him onto the bed as he finished his final stitches across his shoulder.

His brain was still completely focused on Nikolas.

He remembered the beeping thing or grenade thing really.

He cringed as he felt something sharp poke into his neck. It was tranquilliser.

Su-Han wouldn't let him get back up yet.

Once he was awake again, without feeling pain or weakness, he was going to get his son back.

Whether or not James lives? He doesn't care.
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Nicholas groaned, turning onto his other side as his eyes slowly opened.

He sat up and realised he was on some large bed. The duvets were really heavy.

The room was a bit too dark.

He was used the dark. Not really too dark for Nino but Aisha got him this glowing orb. That was a bit too bright for Nino but Nino deals with it for him. Aisha also got this really cool thing on it where Ali and Layla are both humming on it somehow. It's the only thing helping him leave their side for an hour at most.

Everyone at school thinks he's a baby for that but oh well.

Even though they never say it to his face.

Parwiz said people do it behind his back.

Because people don't like him.

Well he doesn't like them.

And it's not his fault, people handle stress and fear differently.

He shuffled himself out of bed and looked at the clear window. He rushed towards it only for the window to be locked.

He tried again just in case the window was stuck and not locked.

"Did you really think the window would be open, Nicholas?"

Nicholas spun around and saw James standing there with a tray of small bread bites and some water.

"You've been asleep for almost three days. A waste of three days in all honesty." James said and placed the tray on a bedside.

Nicholas gulped, already feeling another attack close to starting up.

He glanced down and saw chains attached to his arms and legs.