Chapter Twenty-Five: Natalia
It was a little past four a.m. when I made it back to the Rebel base and I was more awake than ever. I decided to head into the infirmary because it was the only place with people stirring in the entire warehouse. I walked past the empty receptionist's desk and into the back where Diana was lying. I'd made a promise to check on her.
Diana was still unconscious when I arrived in front of her bed. It'd been almost a full week since the incident occurred. Her heart monitor continued to beep at a constant rate and her breath was shallow and soft. Her friend was asleep next to her in the most uncomfortable position imaginable. I wondered if she'd left the chair to do anything other than go to the bathroom.
I tapped Diana's friend lightly on the shoulder; she jerked up. "I didn't mean to scare you," I said softly.
The girl sunk back in the chair. “It’s okay.”
I stood there awkwardly, not really sure why I came here or why I felt the need to wake the girl. "Why don't you sleep in a bed?"
The girl shook her head. "I'm going to be here when she wakes up."
I nodded. "I don't think I ever caught your name."
The girl wiped the sleep from her eyes. "Stella."
"You know she's lucky to have a great friend like you."
Stella stretched and arched her back. I could hear the joints cracking as she moved. "I'm all she has left in this world."
I played around with my fingers. "Do you mind if I ask what happened to her family?"
Stella looked over at Diana as if she was worried Diana may hear us. "The King of the Telepaths killed her parents in front of her. She was lucky he didn't kill her too."
I shook my head. "The TWA has taken too much from all of us."
Stella finally looked at me for the first time since we started talking. "Are you okay?"
I blinked a few times as if that would change anything about my appearance. "I'm fine. I couldn't get back to sleep after a nightmare."
Stella turned her attention back to Diana. "My mom always tells me our dreams are important, even the nightmares. They're reflections of our subconscious."
I rested my hand on Stella's shoulder. "If only it were that simple." Maybe it was for humans and half-telepaths. Hell, it might've been that way for other Telepaths, but it wasn't simple for me and it never had been.
I left the infirmary after a few moments of silence between Stella and I; there was no reason to continue to deprive Stella of sleep when she was doing it to herself already. I looked out at the silent warehouse. The trip to the infirmary had a negative effect on the mood I was currently in. I expected it to take my mind off what I just witnessed, but all the trip did was show me more of the devastation the TWA caused on a daily basis.
I found my way to the sleeping quarters for they guys by following Jesse's unique presence. Jesse was asleep on one of the first bunks when I walked in. I poked him in the shoulder a few times before whispering, "Jesse."
Jesse groaned. "Go away. I'm sleeping."
I poked him harder. "Jesse," I hissed.
Jesse rolled over so his face was directly in front of me. His eyes remained closed as he spoke. "This better be important."
I kneeled down beside his bed. "I think I got a new lead on my parents."
Jesse slapped a hand across my mouth. "Not here." Jesse pushed off his covers before we moved out of the sleeping area and into the open space of the sleeping warehouse. "How did you acquire this new lead?"
I opened my mouth as I took in the sight in front of me. Jesse's midnight hair was ruffled from tossing and turning in his sleep. The muscles along his square jaw contracted as he let out a long yawn. His emerald eyes were blank except for a tiny twinkle, accented by the few lights on in the warehouse. I closed my mouth before a single syllable left my lips.
Jesse was the spitting image of the man with green eyes. The man who held my parents hostage. The man who killed Alex's brother Allen.