Date = 13 JunePlace = San Francisco (Grimms)POV - Enrique“Hi, sis,” I try to sooth the situation with my dear sister. Kiara throws her unruly curls back and folds her arms. The both of them must have entered unseen while we were a little preoccupied.And just like that the fight is over. Done. The other three remain riveted to their spots, Lee squashed in a tight grip against Jackson and Axel standing rigid, fists frozen in the air. With the support of my elbows I hoist my top portion from the ground, making an effort to smile with my broken face.“What the ship is going on here?” Mel is still firmly seated on my lower body. Axel hurriedly shoves his hands in his pockets. Lee’s eyes grow wide and Jackson looks at the ground. Honestly, of all my siblings, my sister scares me the most, but don’t tell her that. She has some serious bitch-crazy unrestricted Jackson vibes when she’s upset - and at that stage she can dominate all four of us with just one look. She can literally do anythi
Date = 13 JunePlace = San Francisco (UCSF Medical center)POV - Aria“Brain Cruise, can you tell me how he’s doing?” I’m standing at the nurse station of the intensive care unit. The woman looks at me over her glasses.“That man sure has an entourage. Are you one of his fans?” Her eyes pulls into a line. “Wait, you’re one of the girls that brought him in?” She says before I can answer. I nod.“The police was looking for you to give a statement.” My heart hitches and my stomach knots. I’m not sure what I’m gonna tell them. I guess the truth will have to do. Will they think we have something to do with it? Should I tell them that Brian was blackmailing me? Should I tell them about the message?“Eh, my sister is in the pediatric BMT ward. I had to go to her.” Her accusing gaze lifts and gets replaced with one of pity.“Oh, not to worry, they’re on their way now, so go wait in what we call the mourning area … it’s the little room around the corner.” She points down the left side corridor
Date = 17 JunePlace = San Francisco (UCSF Medical center)POV - Enrique“Make sure they fumigate, clean and sterilize everything, especially Leyla’s room. Thanks Aunt Betty.” I put down the phone on the bedside table. I trust that she would make sure things go smoothly. After all, she been with us for years and is like part of the family. I specifically hired her at first because of her name … she has the same name as the nurse that cared for us whenever we ended up in the ER. The nurse that later married Doc Barney. I thought it was a fated coincidence … and turns out I was right. Aunt Betty is just as wonderful as her nursing counterpart … a real mother hen. I keep on walking up and down next to my hospital bed.“Isn’t it too soon. Shouldn’t you do that just before she leaves the hospital? You know she’s probably gonna be here another month or so?” Logan queries.“Yes,” I’m fully aware about every step of her treatment and how long it takes, “I’ll repeat it again just before she ge
Date = 26 JunePlace = San Francisco (UCSF Medical center)POV - Aria“So, how was work today?” My sister asks as soon as she sees me through the glass separating our room from hers. She’s accommodated in a positive pressure environment in which only highly purified air is allowed to enter. In addition, it’s further isolated from the hallway by an outer space, called an anteroom. Both rooms are cleaned daily, and everyone who enters her room must follow specific procedures. This isolation policy is intended to minimize complications and the risk of developing an infection during the transplant process.She doesn’t even bother to look up from her sketchpad where she’s sitting on the bed next to the window pane. Her two huge bodyguards sit in a semi-circle in front of the glass, the office-type chairs way to small for them to be very comfortable. The one with thick fishy lips, cleft a wide smile and struggles to get up.“Ah, miss Aria, let me help you with this.” I pat the thick arm str
stronzo = Italian for ‘asshole’ Figlio di puttana = Italian for ‘Son of a bitch’ Cazzone = Italian for ‘Idiot’ Date = 27 June Place = San Francisco (Grimms) POV - Enrique Warning – graphic content! “Anything?” Jackson leans over Jesse’s shoulder to stare at the screen, asking the same question for probably the millionth time. I’ve never seen my twin this on edge. I get that he feels responsible for his roommate. I just don’t understand why he feels responsible THIS much. He’s behaving just as crazy as he did when Mel was abducted … maybe even more so. Typically, nothing rattles him much. So this frantic behavior is completely novel. In this situation, I should be the one to go crazy here, but instead I feel entirely depleted; drained of every inch of energy. I stare at the intricate pattern on the thick carpet under my feet. The blue color matching my brother’s wild eyes. I know something is amiss with him … known it for a while … but right now I don’t give a fig … all I care a
Date = 27 JunePlace = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - Aria“Ow,” I murmur as pain pierces my head, little knifes stabbing into my brain while images flash through my mind like a low-budget horror movie. The dirty mattress. Lee’s angry eyes! Amanda’s scared mascara-smudged face! Eerie screaming, similar to seagulls fighting over food. Blood. Wicked laughter. I take a deep breath. I swear I can smell the ocean. And fried bacon. My eyes jolt open. I blink a few times to adjust them to the bright sunlight shining through the large open sliding door. I’m in a strangely familiar-ish room. Fear paralyzes me. First they took Amanda away … then Lee … now it must be my turn.I try to move but seem to be weighed down. I gasp, bracing myself for an impending panic attack. They tied me to the bed. They’re gonna kill me. Or worse, rape me. Or the ultimate worst - both. In a fit of panic I gasp a few fast breaths, before gently turning my head to see what’s pinning me down …Just to find Enrique’s an
Date = 27 JunePlace = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueWARNING – sex scene!!!“Are you hungry?” I ask, trying desperately to cut through the uncomfortable edge hanging in the air. Why this girl has the ability to make me suffering from a chronic tummy ache, for one, I’m not sure … but I have an idea. I’m in … I’ve fallen for her. And I want her in my life. Forever.First, I need to fix my mistakes. Even though I did it to keep her safe, I know I hurt her. And, after everything, she was still put in harms way. Maybe if I haven’t pushed her away, I would have been there to protect her … like I’m supposed to.I walk to the small kitchen, where the bacon and mushroom omelets are sitting cold on the room service trolley. I had it delivered earlier, but Aria was still asleep from the sedative the medic gave her on the scene. She was having a full on panic attack when she woke up at the warehouse.The whole pregnancy issue, the way I put her down, the fact that I wasn’t around when she
Date = 27 JunePlace = San Francisco (UCSF Medical center)POV - AriaI watch them walk away. They seem happy. The previous anxious aura now gone. His father looks just like him - dark hair, dark eyes. So does his sister. I’ve seen them in here before. The little girl with the ice cream. In total contrast, his brother inherited their mom’s blonde hair.“I’m going in. Talk to you just after.” I end my conversation with Mel. She told me everything Enrique left out earlier … the part about what’s gonna happen with Lee, one way or the other. I also learned that Amanda died in an unthinkable horrible way. On the bright side … she sent me a photo and her tummy suddenly popped … looks like she swallowed a basketball.“You can go in now,” a nurse announces to me. I’ve patiently waited for his family to leave. I didn’t want to intrude. Or rather … I didn’t want to answer their, what would be, awkward questions. They seem so friendly; loving; normal. So where did Brian fall off the bus? Why did