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to,” the
doctor’s calm tone eased the tension in the air. “It’s safe to say
Jay’s health is normal—”
“ How do you get that?” His sister’s vibes indicated her
annoyance.
The rustle of paper and a few clicks before the door clanked
closed. He hated the sound of the metal on metal. It only served to
remind him of where he was.
“ Studies show during certain kinds of dreams the brain and
body react differently. Your brother’s brain patterns are all that
of a normal young male hybrid.”
Jairo really didn’t like people talking about him when he was
there.
“ So that means what exactly?”
“ If by chance he is ‘meeting’ with the woman who matches him,
his vitals spike and remain elevated. Akin to an adult human having
a mild heart attack.” The squeak of rubber soles on tiles echoed
through the silent room and the door lever clicked. “My deduction
is this, Jezzaray. Aside from the concussion he suffered a week and
a half ago now, there’s nothing wrong. Which leads me to assume the
problem lays with the one you call ‘Joy.’ That being the case,
until you talk with her, Jay will remain in this
sleep-state.”
“ There’s nothing we can do?”
“ I’m not a human doctor, my dear. Those who are my patients
are of the hybrid variety. Their genetics are not the same. To
answer your question, no, there’s nothing we can do. It’s up to
your brother and the woman who matches him. I am truly sorry. I
wish I could give him a pill that would set this all to rights.
Sadly, that’s not the medicine practiced here in
Calanthia.”
“ In other words, we need Joy here.”
“ I would say that is your best chance, yes.” An electronic
beep sounded in the distance, followed by a couple softer ones, and
then nothing. “It’s not your brother’s body that is ill. It is his
soul, his spirit. The one who holds that part of him is the one he
needs. Those outside our borders call it alternative medicine. For
us it’s more than that. It is everything we are and have always
been.”
For a single moment, Jairo wanted the doctor to continue
talking, at the same time he really wanted to see if he could
reconnect with Joy.
Could she be what he needed to be brought back into the world
of the living?
His grandmother used to tell him the answers were all inside
him. He just had to seek them out and they were his to
know.
Was that true, did he have the answers?
* * *
*
She brushed her hair off her face as her heart pounded out an
accustomed rhythm alone in a dark bedroom and realized the hair
band had disappeared. She groaned, pushed the comforter back,
scooted to the edge of the mattress, and stood. Stretching, she
reached for her pajama bottoms and pulled them on.
Glancing at the clock, only an hour passed since she’d lain
down.
The night would be a long tormented one. For whatever reason
Joy knew no matter what she did, she wouldn’t be able to get back
to sleep.
Why had she dreamt about him again? It had been a while since the last
one.
She’d arrived at her apartment a few days ago and instantly
tried to recall everything inside. The wall seemed determined to
keep her memories locked away. Pictures and knick-knacks were nice,
although no recognition sparked.
She walked through the darkened apartment. Maybe if she had a
drink and found another band for her hair she’d relax enough to
fall asleep unfettered.
I can hope, can’t I? She held a glass under the cold running water
until it was filled. Twisting the handle she stepped back, sipping
the liquid; she opened the balcony door and shivered as the chilled
night air blew past.
Sexual frustration beat at her like a drummer. Why, when they
were so close did he vanish? Why did he still haunt her? Was he
real or something her mind created to fill in the
blanks?
Even as the thought formed, she pushed it out. He was probably
just a freak connection with a character from a novel or movie. Joy
fashioned the physically perfect male in her
doctor’s calm tone eased the tension in the air. “It’s safe to say
Jay’s health is normal—”
“ How do you get that?” His sister’s vibes indicated her
annoyance.
The rustle of paper and a few clicks before the door clanked
closed. He hated the sound of the metal on metal. It only served to
remind him of where he was.
“ Studies show during certain kinds of dreams the brain and
body react differently. Your brother’s brain patterns are all that
of a normal young male hybrid.”
Jairo really didn’t like people talking about him when he was
there.
“ So that means what exactly?”
“ If by chance he is ‘meeting’ with the woman who matches him,
his vitals spike and remain elevated. Akin to an adult human having
a mild heart attack.” The squeak of rubber soles on tiles echoed
through the silent room and the door lever clicked. “My deduction
is this, Jezzaray. Aside from the concussion he suffered a week and
a half ago now, there’s nothing wrong. Which leads me to assume the
problem lays with the one you call ‘Joy.’ That being the case,
until you talk with her, Jay will remain in this
sleep-state.”
“ There’s nothing we can do?”
“ I’m not a human doctor, my dear. Those who are my patients
are of the hybrid variety. Their genetics are not the same. To
answer your question, no, there’s nothing we can do. It’s up to
your brother and the woman who matches him. I am truly sorry. I
wish I could give him a pill that would set this all to rights.
Sadly, that’s not the medicine practiced here in
Calanthia.”
“ In other words, we need Joy here.”
“ I would say that is your best chance, yes.” An electronic
beep sounded in the distance, followed by a couple softer ones, and
then nothing. “It’s not your brother’s body that is ill. It is his
soul, his spirit. The one who holds that part of him is the one he
needs. Those outside our borders call it alternative medicine. For
us it’s more than that. It is everything we are and have always
been.”
For a single moment, Jairo wanted the doctor to continue
talking, at the same time he really wanted to see if he could
reconnect with Joy.
Could she be what he needed to be brought back into the world
of the living?
His grandmother used to tell him the answers were all inside
him. He just had to seek them out and they were his to
know.
Was that true, did he have the answers?
* * *
*
She brushed her hair off her face as her heart pounded out an
accustomed rhythm alone in a dark bedroom and realized the hair
band had disappeared. She groaned, pushed the comforter back,
scooted to the edge of the mattress, and stood. Stretching, she
reached for her pajama bottoms and pulled them on.
Glancing at the clock, only an hour passed since she’d lain
down.
The night would be a long tormented one. For whatever reason
Joy knew no matter what she did, she wouldn’t be able to get back
to sleep.
Why had she dreamt about him again? It had been a while since the last
one.
She’d arrived at her apartment a few days ago and instantly
tried to recall everything inside. The wall seemed determined to
keep her memories locked away. Pictures and knick-knacks were nice,
although no recognition sparked.
She walked through the darkened apartment. Maybe if she had a
drink and found another band for her hair she’d relax enough to
fall asleep unfettered.
I can hope, can’t I? She held a glass under the cold running water
until it was filled. Twisting the handle she stepped back, sipping
the liquid; she opened the balcony door and shivered as the chilled
night air blew past.
Sexual frustration beat at her like a drummer. Why, when they
were so close did he vanish? Why did he still haunt her? Was he
real or something her mind created to fill in the
blanks?
Even as the thought formed, she pushed it out. He was probably
just a freak connection with a character from a novel or movie. Joy
fashioned the physically perfect male in her
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