Authors note: Hello everyone. I am grateful to David who is back onboard proofreading for me again, thank you my friend. I hope you continue to enjoy this series. ~ellie.
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Noah walked into the neurology department and took yet another deep calming breath. Marcella was going to be okay, Helena was with her, and Vivienne and Gideon were making her see sense. He didn't need to be worried about her now. Pulling himself up straighter, he moved confidently toward where he could see Xavier and Emma at the end of the department, near the Critical Care ward. He just had to deal with one thing at a time, and right now he had to make sure that Dominic was going to recover quickly, and that Emma and Xavier were coping with the very real possibility that he may not recover fully from his illness. Only time would tell but, as Imelda reminded him, he knew in his heart that Dominic would bounce back to his old self eventually.
"Ambrose said everything went well, but he'll be in recovery for a while yet," Xavier said quietly, as Emma went with a nurse to change into sterile scrubs so she could enter the recovery room. "She trained as a nurse before coming here," he nodded toward where Emma had disappeared with the nurse. "It wasn't hard to convince her that she should be in there so we could talk freely. Tell me, what's going on with you today?" His tone held the thinly veiled threat that he wouldn't take any more half-truths today.
"Imelda came this morning while we were here. I was in the waiting room alone. Her visit unsettled me, and, as the day progressed and her truths became more apparent, I haven't been able to find my own path through it. I'm questioning every thought I have now. Can you understand that?" Noah asked, as if needing someone to understand his inner turmoil.
"Dominic says the woman speaks in his head," Xavier frowned. "She must, because I have rarely heard a sound pass her lips. "Dominic trusts her implicitly, however, and that is good enough for me, because I trust him without question. What did she tell you that has you questioning everything, today of all days?"
"She ridiculed me that I didn't know for certain that Dominic would make a full recovery and take his rightful place at your side, and she told me that I had other important matters to deal with today. She told me that, like Dominic, I am not made the same as the other men of our family, which is why I can hear her speak," he pointed to his head and grimaced. "It's also why I may not feel the presence of my curse breaker in the same way my brothers felt theirs."
"I remember when Dom realised being around Emma and seeing her with me made him nauseous. Not just nauseous but physically sick and weak, like he was allergic to her or something," he chuckled, then frowned and turned to look more carefully at Noah. "You've been unwell today, that much is apparent, but you were also sick the day that Marcella went missing and found that boat graveyard too," he accused, as he realised what Noah was saying and putting the pieces together quickly.
"Dom told me my curse breaker was close after Gen found Olivia, and Gideon started finding reasons to see Vivienne. Close but not here yet, or so I thought. I ended the attraction Marcella and I felt before it began, reasoning that it was a complication that I didn't need if my curse breaker was going to appear at any moment, at least according to Dom. I rejected her advances, and we have had a tacit friendship since then. One of convenience, not actual affection any more. She has done her best to piss me off, and I have done my best to ruin her reckless plans. We're antagonists, not soul mates," he groaned and leaned back in the solid plastic chair, tilting his head back against the wall until he looked at the ceiling.
"And this Apollo Martino who came to see her?" Xavier asked curiously. "He says he is here to propose to Marcella and then he pushes her in front of a moving car? That's some proposal," he chuckled, shaking his head.
"I don't have the full story. I don't think I can get the full story from any one person. They have known each other for a long time, and Olivia swears he would never hurt Marcella, that Val and Fab must be wrong. From the other things Olivia said, I think she might be right, but I want to talk to him myself," Noah admitted. "It's not that I doubt what Val and Fab said they saw but there must be more to it, there has to be."
"Tell me the story you have so far, even if it doesn't make sense yet," Xavier frowned. He was good at conundrums and sorting the fact from the fiction. It was as if the truth glowed through the drama surrounding it in his mind and he could see to the heart of emotionally-charged situations. He knew he was no oracle, but he had his own gifts. Noah relayed the conversations that he had had with Olivia, both in the car and at the hospital. Then he sat back and sighed, realising how ridiculous it all sounded, with the fairy tale references.
"Alright," Xavier said, his eyes holding a thoughtful look while his brain kept turning over what he had heard. b"We can't stay here. Emma is with Dom and Papa will be here any moment now that Dom is in recovery. Taino," he called to his warrior who had given them space to talk as freely as possible in the ward. "Come with us. Leave all of the watchmen here. We won't be going far." Pulling out his tablet, he sent off several messages at lightning speed, his fingers flying over the screen as they walked toward the elevators, then he veered to the right, after leaving the ward. A large office, with floor-to-ceiling windows, greeted them as they stepped through a door marked "staff only". It was obvious that the resident medical staff took their breaks, and spoke with families who required privacy to grieve for their loved ones, in this room.
"Taino, let Giuliano know where we are and that we are contacting Marcus," he ordered, as Orlando come through the door looking rushed and confused. Xavier looked up with a questioning eyebrow raised. "Is Helena with you?"
"She's on her way. Hector is still with Ambrose but should be free soon," Orlando reported.
Noah watched it all go on around him, neither commenting nor questioning his cousin, as Xavier took command of the situation. He was grateful to finally be doing something, even if he didn't know what that was, rather than sitting around feeling like he was wasting time waiting. Waiting for Dom's surgery, waiting to find out about Marcella, about Apollo, about why Olivia found what happened so hard to believe, and waiting to find out what exactly had gone on in their family, as the girls grew into young women, to make them all so neurotic when it came to discussing their family.
Xavier was in his element. Much as Noah had expressed, sitting idle all day had chafed at him. Now he was going to take his power back. Something wasn't right about this whole situation, and he was determined to find out what it was, and help Noah with his problem regarding Marcella at the same time. He began issuing orders, confident of his gut feelings when it came to the two Gambaro sisters and, once he had everyone doing what needed to be done, he would make a call and get some answers where that was concerned. Nathanael was out of the hospital now, and he knew that, even if everyone else in Perth covered up a family scandal, Nathanael would give him straight answers and sort out any issues in his extended family, if need be. He could call Oscar as one future chair to another, but he had known Nathanael for half of his lifetime. They were close friends, and they had a bond that held them tighter than most, especially since their trip overseas to be with Mattias.
"First we get the link up and running, and then we call everyone involved. These men, from the other Tables, are friends I trust, and they will hear us out and give us honesty, if nothing else," Xavier murmured to Noah. "See if you can get that old machine up and running. Zanto should be here soon."
