20. Wesley

"Wes, where's your grandmother? We need her."

My grandmother's the medic in the village. Something was wrong, someone was hurt.

"Who's hurt?"

"Don't know, but keep it hush hush. I don't want Grandfather to know yet. Tae will contact you. Make sure the elder's prepared for him." Chae rushed out.

That's when I knew something was wrong. Everything was going wrong. Everything was wrong.

Tae's theos is like a network, a network of minds. It's like a three way phone call, but with images. You don't say anything you don't want to say, you don't show anything you don't want to. There's no limit to the number of participants, it's the perfect communicative ability.

My grandmother was sleeping. I cursed my luck.

Wes, Wes, Wes. We're almost ready. Is she ready? That was Tae.

Gimme a minute, I replied.

I have to remind you again, old Elite and old humans are different. Old humans are frail, old elite are energetic and middle-aged.

"Grandma!" I roared.

She ignored me. I sighed. She looked so undignified, slumped on the couch, snuggling into her pile of plush cushions.

"Yeah, what?... Go back to sleep," she added for good effect. She rolled off her tongue, relishing in the phonetics.

"We need a medic, get prepped the patient will be here soon." I urged. I pulled and pushed her corpse-like body, desperately wishing she would wake up.

Grandma rolled her hair into a bun and slid off the couch. Thank god she wasn't acting as drunk as yesterday. "Who is it?"

"Not sure, Tae will contact me soon. Chae wanted us to keep it 'hush hush,' especially, Elder Park I reckon."

"Good, I never liked that codger. So.. old," she stuck her tongue out and gagged at the thought of him.

"You guys are the same age, grandma," I shook my head, maturity wasn't her thing.

"Shut up, son. And keep an ear out for Tae." Unbearable, really.

I shook my head, "Not cool."

Shit, Wes, he's bleeding bad, it's not deep but large surface area. Not lower back, almost between the shoulder blades. We're almost here.
Roger. "Large surface area, shallow between the shoulder-blades," I relayed to my grandmother,

I heard footsteps outside the door and rushed to open it. The infirmary was already prepared and Kim, Amee, Tae and Chae hurried the man in black in.

He was limp, and his breathing was shallow, but I wasn't worried about the man. Chae looked dead. Her eyes were sunken and her clothes were soaked with blood. Her hands were shaking, but she didn't look hurt. She looked traumatised. Her eyes were horrific, like she had witnessed, like she had witnessed something abominably cruel and was at the same time entirely helpless. Her eyes looked as though they were scarred, as though she would never be able to see in the same light again.