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 Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 11:12 pm
In the time before the vampire and nurses came, Prayer busied himself with writing a short but loving note to his lover and leaving it underneath a rose which was one of the flowers he had been given by the blonde man. He had spilled many tears on it and even kissed its final message hoping with all his heart that Misha would learn to forgive him and move on to love another, hopefully another immortal. When Micheals came in he merely nodded and allowed himself to be gently carried and placed in a specially cushioned wheelchair and pushed onto the roof where he was placed inside a helicopter. As it left he tried, and failed, to not look back at the hospital and tried to quell his breaking heart.
Dear My Misha,
I'm sorry this must be done through letter, or even at all, but it must. I'm being moved to an unknown location. I cannot tell you whom or where but I can tell you why. You told me that our love would not be allowed, from either sides, and though it nearly broke me I had to agree. This does not, and will not, ever change my deep profound love for you and a hope that you will someday forgive me for leaving you. And though I'm possibly hundreds of thousands of miles away from you, know that you will forever be a part of me and in my heart always.
Love til the end of time,
Corvinus
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 11:27 pm
Some days later, the nurse opened the big windows letting the fresh wind come thought and take the plastic medical smell away from the room. She smiled at Prayer who was still in bed attached to an IV. "Good morning Brad." She said cheerfully. "Did you sleep well last night?" She asked as the window beyond her shoulder showed a magnificent panoramic view of a tropical coast line with blue-green waters and a white sand beach, a few palm trees shaded the entrance of the villa where "Brad Jones" was recovering.
He had arrived not more then a week ago and was recovering steadily.Under a constent watch from a pair of doctors and a team of nurses and other caretakers. Micheals had forfilled his promise that Prayer would be well looked after.
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 11:35 pm
Prayer smiled in his congenial manner that he was accustomed to, brown eyes having a brighter gleam than it had in the days since he left the hospital. But while they retaining strength like the rest of the body, if looked closer you could see how truly dull and lifeless they were. "Yes quite fine as usual, thank you Marjorie. I dare say it would be hard not to with such fine mattresses and pillows about." he dared a chuckle while inwardly he was broken. While they hadn't cut his short dark brown hair they made him wear dark contacts to hide his true eye color, on the rare chance that he might be found by Misha that he at least wouldn't be recognizable. With a wince the priest placed a hand over his heart, thinking of the beautiful blonde only made the ache worse.
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 11:44 pm
The nurse smiled as she brought out a tray of light foods."The doctor said that you can try out a bit of solid food today, isn't that great? Pretty soon you will be off that IV for good." The cheerful young nurse put the tray of soup and a bit of fluffy bread. There was also a cup of pudding Along with the usual glass of juice.
She places the tray on his bed-desk and then sat down to watch him with her big sparkleing eyes, wondering if he'd like what she made for him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 11:47 pm
Prayer, or Brad whoever's asking, smiled again at the light food placed in front of him before giving a soft short prayer of blessing over it. He took a small spoonful of the broth and whenever nothing in him felt like regurgitating back up called it a success. "That would be a marvelous day indeed." he spoke eating more of the broth.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 3:08 pm
Marjorie beamed, He seemed to like it! "Please take your time with your dinner. Dr.smith will be here at 9 to check on your vitals. Do you want the window open or closed?" The nurse asked.
Misha snarled, it had been a week since Prayer had gone missing from the hospital and he still hadn't had any leads. All the investigation lead nowhere as most of the doctors and nurses all had conflicting memories.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 3:39 pm
Prayer smiled yet again and took another spoonful of soup before taking a slow sip of juice. "I think I would like the window open today, to smell the open breeze would be lovely." he responded softly. That and when the wind hit the ocean and brought the scent to his nostrils he imagined that Misha was laying right next to him.
A janitor had been cleaning the halls when he saw that familiar blonde man walk by and stopped him. "Sir, I heard you've been looking for the patient in room one oh two? I may not know where he is but I do know who took him. A bunch of them, nurses and doctors alike came in and out of the room. And I think...some tall man as well."
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 4:14 pm
"Very well....Call when you need something" she said, leaving him alone in the room.
Misha was frowning. This was the most reducuios thing he'd heard so far, but....he might as well listen to the guy. He lifted an eyebrow, this was different. none of the doctors and nurses had ever mentioned a tall man. "What did this man look like?" He asked.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 5:07 pm
The janitor furrowed his brow and stroked his mustache to remember him. "He gives the meaning to 'tall, dark, and mysterious.' And glasses! I remember him cleaning glasses."
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 5:25 pm
The vampire's eyes widened. "Glasses?" The description matched only one person that could have known about Prayer's identity, Of course! It would be Micheals. Misha thanked the man and hurried out.
Lucien and Micheals had left not that long ago, the child-vampire had soothed him with his comforting presence when he found out that his beloved Prayer had disappeared from the hospital. He was angry, that Lucien....he must have ordered it done, such a misguided child he was....
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 5:49 pm
Prayer had finished most of his soup, all of the juice, but left the gelatin alone feeling full and content. But also hopelessly lonely. At least at the hospital he would hear nurses and even doctors talking and walking around, here everyone was especially quiet as if loud noises would break their clientele. He especially enjoyed the random visits from Misha, both when he was on the job and when he was apparently unconscious. Misha...
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 5:58 pm
He had a few phone calls and with the information he gained he confirmed that Lucien had gone overseas with Micheals in tow. He finished arranging his jet to take him to england. Just so that he could comfront the piar in person.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 6:44 pm
Prayer had been finally allowed clearance to walk by himself without the aide of a nurse or a wheelchair. It took a few more weeks of therapy and IV treatment but here he was walking the coast of the ocean. Albeit at a slower pace than he was used to but it made him appreciate the view that much more. The only thing to make it perfect would be....well, it would be a lot of things actually.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 7:19 pm
It took alot of doing but he finally managed track the where abouts of a single man, a man who was being well hidden among a thousand of other humans.
Misha had tracked down several leads all of them had lead nowhere.
Talking with Micheals revealed that he didn't know where Prayer was, that he didn't want to know or have any knowledge of any details for this exact reason that Misha would find out and question him. He did give him the phone number to the agency that he contacted to take care of travel arrangements, Armed with that information He hunted the globe often the target was the wrong person
Misha was beginning to lose hope when he finally landed somewhere in the Florida keys on an island that hosted a very large exclusive health resort for terminally ill patients
covered with a thick coat and a hat, his face slathered with sunblock and his eyes covered with dark sunglasses, he could bare the light of the setting thusly covered.
Speaking with a nurse, He told her. "I am looking for a...."He glanced down at the piece of paper. "Brad Jones please."
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 7:53 pm
The nurse looked up from her computer when a strange looking man covered in...was that a winter coat? It's nearly ninety five degrees out here! Before she could question it he gave a request of a name and she immediately perked up. "Mr. Jones! Well he's staying in room 224 but I think he's still on his afternoon walk on the beach. I'm sure if you wait right here and fill out the proper visitation forms he'll come up in another hour or so."
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