Eye of The Hurricane (Short Story)

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"Who would have thought? I have one measly accident, I end up in the hospital with a few broken ribs and a broken leg. And to top it off, I discover I have a long lost relative who basically came out of nowhere. How's that for freakin plot twist?!" Pierce complained, his good arm and hand waving madly in the air. "I'm right here you know. I can hear you. If this is your attempt at a whisper, you suck at it, Big Time!" Amaia complained, arms crossed and eyebrows knit together. "I'm so sorry about him." Asher apologized, a look of mortification or better said, embarrassment across his face. "I'm hoping it's the drugs that you administered that is making him act like this." Amaia huffed and rolled her eyes. "It's fine. I get rowdy and rude patients in here often. What I didn't expect was that the first time I'd meet any of you, HE would be this rude! I didn't ask to be born!" Pierce glared at the tiny girl as he laid in a hospital bed.. Was she truly related to them, or was she some monster in disguise, waiting to attack them first chance she got? He didn't want to wait for that to happen. But in their current predicament, Pierce nor Asher had a choice. Suddenly being shoved into a hurricane isn't easy. Being torn from her life and thrusted into a new environment is sure like a hurricane to Amaia H. Keklin- but the question is, is that who she really is? What is the truth?