Without my Soulmate

12) Running from Shadows

NuNew's POV

I open my eyes and am immediately blinded by a bright light. Where am I? I try to move, but my body doesn't respond. I feel my heart pounding in my chest, and panic starts to take over. What happened? Where am I? My heart is beating so loudly it hurts. There's so much light, it hurts.

I try to move, but I can't. I can only slightly turn from side to side. I see tubes coming out of my body, strange machines, a white wall. Beeping. My loud breathing, I see the mist forming on the mask around my mouth. My whole body hurts, but I'm used to that. I want to get out, I need to get out immediately. Panic gives me energy, and I start to slowly get up. My breathing quickens, I take off the mask and throw it aside. I pull the tubes out of my body, and a terrible pain shoots through me, my arm starts bleeding heavily. The machines start making even more terrifying sounds.

I jump off the bed, and my legs immediately betray me. Only now do I realize that my right leg is injured. Great, as if it wasn't enough that I limp on my left leg. The door bursts open, and some people rush in. My heart is pounding so fast I think it will jump out of my chest. I don't know who they are. They're not my captors; they're wearing white clothes. They try to approach me, but the only way I can defend myself is to crawl into the corner. I can't stand up, I can't defend myself. Someone grabs my arm, and I feel a slight sting. I try to push him away, but he's too strong, and it seems like he's getting stronger, or I'm getting weaker? It doesn't take long before everything becomes a blur. The last thing I see is a figure in black leaning against the door frame. Then I fall asleep again.

Zee's POV

I was sitting in a doctor's office, listening to what he was saying. "Sir, we did a complete examination of the boy. According to the bone age, he's around 15 years old, but he's severely malnourished and will need a lot of nutrients and care to fully recover. Besides broken ribs, he has a poorly healed injury on his leg; we had to break the bone to fix it properly, otherwise, he would limp for the rest of his life. The limp has also affected his other leg, but that will heal soon. It looks like he was tortured; he has some burns on his outer thighs, and judging by the wounds on his back of various ages, it must have happened repeatedly."

I was furious. Maybe I internally acknowledge some connection with a soulmate because otherwise, it wouldn't have made me so angry, but for God's sake, he's still a child, and I'm an old man. What was Luna thinking?

My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden beeping of machines. The doctor didn't even look at me and ran to the patient wing. I followed him calmly, but when I saw him turn into the boy's room, I quickly picked up my pace. I was afraid something had happened to him. When I looked into the room, I saw the boy sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, and resisting the hospital staff's attempts to grab him. It was clear that panic had completely taken over 

NuNew's POV

I wake up again, probably to the real world. My heart is pounding, but this time I really can't move—my hands and feet are tied to the bed. I'm glad they're not chains this time. What do they want from me? My head hurts terribly, but I notice another change—I no longer have a breathing mask, and even the number of tubes coming from my arm has decreased.

"I'm sorry for the restraints, but after what you did last time, I can't let you hurt yourself again. It's tedious to keep putting you back together."

A deep, resonant voice with a hint of calm, coldness, but with a slight undertone of concern? came from my right. For some reason, I felt a faint scent of cedar and cinnamon. I don't know, my head hurts terribly, maybe I'm just imagining it. I turned to the side and saw a man in a black, well-fitted elegant suit. Even though I was lying down, it was clear he was much taller than me. He had sharp features, highlighted by the stern expression on his face. His eyes were dark and piercing, somewhat reminding me of the features of the dark beast from my dream. They pierced me with the same look. Black, meticulously styled hair. He exuded fear.