Wake Me When the Sun Goes Down (30 page)

“I’ll help you find him if that’s what you want.  It’ll be harder if he doesn’t want to be found, but now that we know who we’re looking for, I think I can manage it.” 

“Thank you, I
appreciate that a lot.  But just to be absolutely clear, he’s not the one I want.”

“Are you sure?  The bond between Sire and progeny is not to be taken lightly.”

I thought back to the pull I felt when
Jakob
stretched his hand out to me.  It was there, but nowhere near what I felt when Bishop looked at me.  “Can we go back to the part where you kiss me again?”  My hopeful smile widened as his lips descended over mine again.  I could definitely get used to this…

“There’s just one thing I want to know,” I asked as we parted.

“What’s that?”

“Who’s Ulrik?

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Books by Lisa Olsen:

The Touch

Pretty Witches All in a Row

Moonsong

Nine Steps to Sara

The Fallen Series:

Angel of Mercy

Mercy for the Wicked

Mercy for the Damned

Child of Mercy

Forged Bloodlines Series:

Wake Me When the Sun Goes Down

Meet Me When the Sun Goes Down

Find
Me When the Sun Goes Down
(
Spring
2013)

For more information, visit the author’s website at
http://www.lisaolsen.net

Angel of Mercy

Chapter One

Have you ever been in so much pain it ceases to have any meaning?  So much pain you can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t even scream?  So much pain your brain applies a filter to it, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to survive it with your mind intact?  Cast adrift on an ocean of pain, my body tossed and turned helplessly, buffeted by forces beyond my control.  It sounds almost poetic, doesn’t it?  But at the time I prayed for death, anything to ease that white hot agony. 

I wish I could say there was a bright white light waiting for me at the end of a glowing tunnel.  In reality, I was so focused on the misery, there could’ve been a three ring circus around me and I wouldn’t have noticed.  How long I hovered there I never knew, time ceased to have all meaning. 

But then something happened. 

A soft golden light wrapped around my body, and a feeling of warmth and comfort descended over me.  At first I thought that was finally it.  I was gonna die, and I’m not gonna lie, there was a measure of relief in that realization.  Relaxing, I basked in that warm glow, soaking it up like the summer sun after the chill of winter.  Only instead of the pain fading away and being carried off into the great beyond it grew worse, something I hadn’t thought possible. 

I was still reeling from that new torture when the pain faded and disappeared so suddenly, I could feel the echo of it for long heartbeats after it was gone.  Drawing in my first unlabored breath, my eyelids fluttered open, vision blurry in the uncertain light as I tried to focus. 

Dimly, my mind registered the fact that a man stood over me, his hands lightly pressed to my abdomen.  Before I could open my mouth to ask who he was and why exactly he was touching me, he looked up and our eyes locked.  Neither one of us spoke, though I did feel his hands pull away swiftly.  The man stared down at me with an expression of surprise mingled with fascination, as though I was the most interesting thing he’d ever seen before.  I have to say, he was pretty captivating as well. 

His eyes were the most vivid shade of blue - the kind you only see in magazine ads for contact lenses or on movie stars.  They practically glowed in the muted light, and a golden nimbus surrounded him, flickering and crackling like a bug zapper.   My lips parted to speak, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, making the room dip and sway.  I swear my eyes only closed for a second, and when I opened them again, he was gone.  Puzzling over whether or not any of it was real, I sank back into sweet oblivion, my sleep restful and devoid of pain.

* * *

The next thing I became aware of was the horrible taste in my mouth, like I’d been giving my cat, Mimsy a tongue bath (not something I’m into by the way, blecch).  Speaking of tongues, mine felt thick and clumsy, and it was difficult to swallow.  Automatically, my hand shot out for the water bottle I keep on the bedside table, but it came up empty, instead smacking against something hard and metallic.  I tentatively cracked an eye open, brows knitting together as it sank into my mental fog - I wasn’t in my bedroom. 

In fact, I wasn’t at home at all. 

“Wha…?”  The trappings of a hospital room were unmistakable, even without the equipment.  The automatic bed was a dead giveaway, let alone the IV sticking out of my arm.  The nurse call button was nowhere in sight, nor was there any sign of activity in the darkened room.   I was in the hospital, I just had no idea why or how I’d gotten there. 

Automatically my mind started to go over what I
did
know.  My name is Merceline Renault, though everybody calls me Mercy (except for my mother), and I worked at a nightclub named
Eden
in
Seattle
as a bartender.  Not the most glamorous job, I know, but I liked having my days free.  Plus, it’s fast paced, the club plays great music, and the tips are fantastic on the weekends.   Satisfied that I seemed to remember my phone number, my ABC’s and more than I cared to admit of the lyrics to every musical ever made, I turned my attention back to my surroundings.

“Hello?” I called out, but it made little more than a croak from my parched throat.  The monitor by my side beeped softly and I squinted at the display, noting the steady climb in my pulse.  110, 119, 127, 134… 
That couldn’t be good
…

A harried nurse came in, eyes on the equipment and completely ignoring me, frowning as she caught sight of the display.

“Hey…”  My voice was stronger, but I still sounded like the crypt keeper version of my normal speaking voice. 

“Sweet Jesus!”  The nurse jumped, clearly not expecting me to be awake even though the monitors were going crazy.  “When did you wake up?” she blinked.  Her hair was the bright ginger of a natural redhead.  A color I had tried and failed to duplicate over the years before deciding to accept my own deep, chestnut tresses.   She looked even paler than me, which was hard to do.  My devotion to sunscreen was legendary, even in the overcast
Seattle
weather, but at least I’d been spared the freckles covering her exposed skin. 

I jumped because she jumped, and the monitor beeped its annoyance over the corresponding rise in my pulse.  My hand rose instinctively to my chest, pulling at the IV sticking out of my wrist, and the air sucked through my teeth at the sting.  “Have some water?”  I gave her a pleading look, unable to phrase the request any more eloquently with the burning in my throat. 

“Oh… yes, I’ll be right back.”  Right back turned out to be a relative term as it was easily a few minutes before she returned, a small plastic cup of ice chips in hand.  “I can give you one teaspoon of ice chips right now, but you’ll have to wait for the doctor before anything else.”  A rueful smile was given along with the spoonful of ice. 

I savored the cooling relief as the ice rapidly melted, swallowing easier.  “Thank you,” I smiled, grateful to hear my voice start to sound a little stronger, more like myself.

“You’re welcome.”  The nurse smiled back, picking up her touchpad, fingers flying over the surface to enter my vital statistics.  “I’m sorry if I scared you before.  We weren’t expecting you to wake up for quite some time.”

“S’okay,” I waved off her concern.  “I wasn’t expecting to wake up here at all,” I admitted. 

“I’ve put in a request to let Dr. Michaelson know you’re awake though, and she should be in fairly soon to check up on you.  In the meantime, how are you feeling?  Any dizziness or nausea?” she paused expectantly.

She said that like I was supposed to know who Dr. Michaelson was, but I decided to nod and smile, not wanting to admit that bit of ignorance.  Instead I gave a longing look towards the plastic cup of ice chips.  Somehow I had the feeling even though she seemed friendly enough, the nurse wouldn’t be likely to break her own rules right after she finished explaining them. 

“Um no, not dizziness exactly, just a little out of it I guess.”  A bit of an understatement; I felt like I’d been woken up after a double shift at the club with only a couple hours of sleep. 

“Good, that’s good,” the nurse nodded absently, setting down the pad to take my blood pressure next.  “Try to be still and breathe regularly.”

Did I look like I’d been about to jump up and do the Macarena?  Lying there obediently, I began to notice a pale, dusky rose aura surrounding her, standing out in the dim lighting.  At least, it’s what I always thought an aura would look like, I’d never seen one before.  At first I chalked it up to tired eyes, but after a surreptitious rub I wasn’t so sure. 

“Your blood pressure looks good, what about your pain level?  How would you rate it on a scale of one to ten?” she asked.

It took me a minute to realize she’d asked a question.  I was too distracted by the pretty color, trying to see if it looked any different if I closed one eye or the other, or if blinking had any effect.  Even then it took some thought to process what she said.  Should I be in pain?  Shifting in the bed, I felt tired and sore, but nothing horrible.  “It’s not too bad, maybe a one or two.  Where am I?”  It was time for some questions of my own. 

The nurse nodded again and entered the data into her pad.   “The ICU of Northwest Hospital,” she answered readily.

My brows climbed at the mention of the Intensive Care Unit.  Just how bad off was I?  “How long have I been here?”

“A few days.  You were brought in on Saturday night and went into emergency surgery.”  The nurse’s face grew sympathetic as if she pitied me for the gaps in my memory.

“A few days?  What day is it now?  Wait, what kind of surgery?”  All at once a dozen questions leapt to mind, each clamoring to be answered. 

The nurse’s expression grew shuttered, teeth worrying at her bottom lip.  “You know… I should really let the doctor come and talk to you.”  A step was taken towards the door.

“Wait…”  Desperately my eyes scanned the nurse’s scrubs for a nametag and spied the badge hanging around her neck.  “Rachel…”  I tried a friendly smile.  “I can appreciate you’re not supposed to discuss my medical condition, but you gotta cut me a break here, okay?  The last thing I remember, I was at work Saturday night and the next thing I know I’m in the ICU with tubes hanging out of my arm and up my nose.”

Indecision warred on Rachel’s features, and she hovered indecisively at the bedside.  “That’s really all you remember?” 

Now I felt bad for making it sound like I was an amnesia case.  “I remember who I am and all that good stuff,” I admitted readily.  “I remember stepping out into the alley behind the club.  It was my turn to take out the garbage and there was…”  My focus shifted as it started to come back to me, eyes staring off into space as I pictured it.   I remembered the scuffle between the two men, one of them had a knife… He’d been waling on the man in the long, brown coat who hadn’t defended himself at all.  He just stood there, a dazed expression on his face, even when the knife plunged into his side. 

“He stabbed him…” I murmured, my face twisting with emotion as I saw it again in my mind.  “And I screamed… I threw the garbage can at him to make him stop, but he batted it aside… He…”  I swallowed as I remembered him stalking towards me, the bloodied knife glinting in the poor light.  He must have attacked me then, though I didn’t remember it specifically or any of the pain.  “I’m a little fuzzy on the details after that.  Who brought me in, do you know?”

Rachel picked up the datapad, paging through the records.  “Um, you came in via ambulance, transported from…
Second Avenue
and
South Washington Street
, is that where you work?” 

I nodded, trying to cast my mind back again but the fog was still firmly in place, making it difficult to wade though.  The image came unbidden of the man in the long coat, the same man I’d seen in my hospital room with crystalline blue eyes.  Staring down at me, his expression a mixture of sadness and awe, and something I couldn’t quite define.  “Have I had any visitors?” I asked suddenly, wondering if she had a record of who he was. 

“No, we don’t allow visitors in the ICU.  Though I think you had a couple of people waiting around when you were first brought in.  I didn’t talk to them.” 

“There wasn’t a guy in here earlier?”  A frown tugged at my lips.  Had it all been a dream?  With the way my day was shaping up, I wouldn’t have been too surprised. 

“Nooo, I don’t think so.  Unless you mean during the dayshift?  I think
Bryan
was working.”

A nurse.  He hadn’t looked like a nurse.  I decided it wasn’t important in the end, my mind already switching tacks.  “Can I call my brother?  Let him know I’m alright?”

A shake of the head was given.  “Sorry, there aren’t any phones in here, but I can call him for you if you like,” Rachel offered.  “You’ll probably be moved to a regular room soon though if that’s any consolation.” 

“Yeah, could you?  I’d really appreciate it.”  I gave Matty’s phone number to the helpful nurse, hoping he remembered to pay his cell phone bill that month or I’d have to call my mom.  And I
really
didn’t want to call my mom. 

Hating hospitals on general principle, I couldn’t wait to be moved.  The sooner they gave me the green light to get out of intensive care, the closer I’d be to getting out of the hospital altogether.  As it was, I’d probably end up seriously in debt if I’d already been there for a few days and had emergency surgery.   The health insurance offered by the club wasn’t exactly comprehensive, but it was better than nothing.  Besides, they couldn’t squeeze blood from a stone.  I had few assets they could try to seize as collateral.  Hell, they were welcome to try and take my sometimes running car, it was probably cheaper to take the bus than foot the repair bills anyway.

“You should try and get some rest now.  We’ll send the doctor in as soon as she gets here, alright?” Rachel smiled, picking up the datapad.  Tucking it under her arm, she paused by the foot of the bed, her expression inscrutable.

I stared back, waiting for her to say something, but she just stood there.  “What is it?  Is something wrong?”  I couldn’t help but ask as she lingered.

“No, I’m just… surprised to see you awake and doing so well.  I’m glad you came out of it,” she said simply.  Turning on her heel, she left without another word.