Bleed for My Brother
For those of you who had been reading this story when I first started it, I want to say I'm sorry it took so long for me to finish it. I just got stuck with it for a while, and didn't want to force it and have the story turn out horrible, so I waited. I finally figured out how I want to finish it, and so here it is…the final chapter of "Bleed for My Brother". I hope you feel it was worth the wait, and that you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for sticking with it!
Dashing off the launch, Nikolas sprinted into Wyndmere, coming face-to-face with a very placid and content Helena sitting behind his desk. "You bitch!" Nikolas yelled, slamming his hands onto the desk inches from Helena's calmly upturned palms. "Tell me what the hell you did to my brother!"
"Simply eliminating a problem, my darling grandson," Helena answered, twisting in her chair slightly. "The Spencers-"
"The Spencers are my family. Not you, them." Striding behind the desk, Nikolas yanked Helena roughly from the chair, slamming her into the wall. Pinning her arms, he reached into her pockets, first one, then the other, finally finding and extracting a small ivory box.
Sliding back from Helena, Nikolas flicked the box open to reveal a pair of ornate cufflinks. Mind racing, plan firm and clear, he lowered a finger until it hovered just above one of the largest stones. Hurrying from behind the desk, a now clearly frightened Helena grabbed Nikolas' arm, attempting to keep his finger from lowering anymore.
"Nikolas, don't!" But Helena was too late. Nikolas slid his wrist from her grasp and lay a finger lightly on a cufflink. Instantly the room spun, light flickering in and out in front of his vision. Breathing suddenly becoming haggard, Nikolas clung to the desk for support, now clutching the cufflink firmly in his hand where Helena couldn't reach it.
"Break…break the spell, or…" But Nikolas didn't need to finish, nor could he. His knees buckling, he lost his grip on the desk, crashing onto the floor where he lay still, heartbeat slowing, breathing more and more ragged.
"Nikolas!" Her breath catching in her throat, Helena withdrew something from her pocket. Everything was a blur to Nikolas, and all he could make out were a few mumbled words, and suddenly he could breathe again. Sitting up slowly, Nikolas eyed his grandmother, his head still spinning. "Your brother will be fine," she spit out, her eyes flashing anger. "You will too, you…I…" Unable to find the words, Helena could only stare at her grandson, the anger in her eyes fading to a deep sadness as she turned heel and marched out the door.
Still weakened, Nikolas lurched to his feet, fighting to get his breathing back to a normal rhythm. Stumbling to the launch, he quickly made his way to the hospital, where the first face he saw was Emily's.
"Nikolas!" Hurrying forward, she gently clasped his face in her hands. "You're so pale, and…are you ok?"
"I'm fine, just shaken up thanks to Helena." Leaning forward, Nikolas pressed his lips into Emily's, softly, passionately, pulling back to grab her hand and hurry off to Lucky's room. "How's my brother?"
"See for yourself." Nikolas couldn't see Emily's grin because all his focus was on the incredibly beautiful sight of Lucky with his eyes open, sitting up in bed with color in his cheeks and a smile on his face as he held Liz's hand.
"Lucky!" Hearing Nikolas' voice, Lucky's eyes shot up to focus on him, and a huge grin spread across both their faces. Choking back tears, Nikolas strode forward, wrapping his arms around Lucky tightly, Lucky returning the embrace. "God, it's good to see your eyes open."
Pulling back slightly, Nikolas perched on the side of the bed, keeping a hand on Lucky's arm. "You feeling ok?"
"Completely fine," Lucky answered reassuringly, smiling at Emily as she joined the other three on the bed. "Doctors gave me a clean bill of health. They couldn't explain what happened…but somehow I think I know." Moving his hand up, Lucky placed it over Nikolas'. "Whatever you did, bro, thank you."
"Anything for my family." Grinning, Nikolas wrapped an arm around Emily's waist, pulling her close to him as he lightly kissed her temple. As Liz and Lucky's eyebrows shot up in joint surprise, matched by identical grins, Nikolas laughed. "Look at the magic you work Lucky. It was so kind of you to provide a crisis for Emily and me to snap back to our senses."
"Well you two better not need another one, because I am all out of comas," Lucky answered with a laugh. "I'm so happy for you two."
"I'm so happy for all of us," Liz added with a smile, leaning back into Lucky's outstretched arms. "This calls for a celebration."
"Brownies?" Nikolas asked hopefully, wrapping Emily in his arms.
"Brownies at Kelly's as soon as Lucky's out of here," Liz promised. "It's been way too long since we've had a Four Musketeers dinner."
"Yes, it has," Nikolas answered softly. Emily turned to lightly kiss him, and Nikolas returned the kiss, and the four best friends perched in Lucky's hospital bed surrounded by laughter and love.