[Sadrain]

December 5th, Chicago. Sewer #17.

They way Amante's memories flashed in Elek's mind, made him think of kaleidoscope. He had seen some child play with it once, and for a brief moment, his childhood's black and white world had become lit with colors. But this one, was sick and twisted kaleidoscope, filled with hateful feelings, pain and blood. The man groaned slightly, but did not loosen the hold of Amante's brains, soothing his pains.

Finally, it all slowed down and the growls subsided. Elek mentally tumbled out of Amante's mind and staggered physically. After a moment, he gathered up and hurried in. Supporting Amante, letting him lean on fully, Elek helped him move to another room and there he could sit down on bed. "Do you need painkillers? I will get some clothes arranged for you. We can talk about everything later. Just tell me if you're fine now." The nurses were waiting behind doors now, fidgeting and waiting for Elek to say it was alright to come in.


Ryan took her hand, with a small smile, and then winced at another roar. He understood the questioning look Alice was giving him and shrugged with the good shoulder. "I think, the man that visited us yesterday, got injured. But by the sound of it..." he paused as something broke few rooms down the corridor, "he is going to be well soon. Their kind heals fast, from what I heard." Ryan tried to not sound discriminating, but a bit of distaste sneaked in his voice. Not because Amante was werewolf, no. He was holding the hand of precious root from which their dislike grew, right now.