Un-Chain

"What is-!!"

A young teenager with short brown hair pushed open the door clearly having heard the commotion from outside of the hospital room.

His golden eyes widened the moment he took in all of the chaos. To his right was a female nurse, crouched on the floor crying. A phone was in her hand as she muttered nonsensical words into it. To his left were two nurses trying to calm down the doctor who had blood all over his scrubs. The man looked frazzled. He was holding his head in confusion, seemingly unaware as to what the other two were saying to him.

Dragging his eyes over to the bed, he gulped upon seeing the arch of blood on the walls. A bloody, n.a.k.e.d, crying baby was held in the limp arms of an unconscious woman. Tykol was stemming the flow of blood that was pouring out freely from her neck.

Not wasting a second longer, Grello ran forward and immediately tried to help Tykol. Tykol, not aware of his surrounding backhanded Grello away the second he touched the woman.

"Tykol! It's me you idiot!" Grello yelled out just as he hit a tray with various tools on it. They clattered against the floor around him. Quickly scrambling back up, Grello pushed Tykol away to check on the woman and baby.

Tykol blinked when he realized that it was his young friend. Looking at Grello's determined and shaken face, Tykol turned away with guilt. A bruise was already forming on the teen's cheek.

"Sorry..." Tykol whispered weakly, the man was still in shock as he moved out of the way. His hands were clenched and his shoulders tense.

Grello's hands shook as he held onto the crumbled sheet Tykol was using to stem the flow of blood. Blood was now soaking his hands. Already he could tell that this didn't look good. He took a breath and tried to heal her anyways.

No more than a minute later, sweat broke out upon the younger's forehead. He lowered his head and gave the older man a glance.

"Tykol... I don't know if I can heal this."

Tykol snapped his head up, his green eyes narrowed dangerously as he stared at Grello.

"What... what the hell do you mean by that? If you can't... then who?"

"Listen! One of her carotid arteries was severed! There isn't enough blood flowing to her brain! It's been too long since it's been cut, I- I haven't learned everything yet I don't know if I can heal this-"

Grello only had a second to grab onto the still crying baby as Tykol angrily snatched the woman from the bed.

"Forget it! I'll find someone else!"

Tykol wrapped her with the bloody sheets he had accidentally grabbed when he picked her up and just like that, he was gone from the room. Straight out the door Grello had just came in from.

Grello tenderly, if awkwardly held the crying baby in his arms. With a shaky sigh he took the baby to the bathing station. He was careful as he washed away the blood from both his hands and from the baby. He was even more careful to make sure that the umbilical cord didn't get wet.

One of the two female nurses, the one that was by the doctor when he arrived, came over to assist him. She helped him put on a diaper, shirt and beanie onto the baby. She then swaddled the baby in a thin blanket and handed him back to Grello.

She gave the baby a pitying look before she went back to the doctor to tend to him.

"Uteu... was it? I believe that was the name they decided for you?" Grello murmured to the baby that was slowly falling asleep in his arms.

"One hell of birthday you had there." Grello rocked the baby gently.

The baby cooed and nuzzled against his c.h.e.s.t in content.

Grello's eyes warmed at the sight.

"Hey... maybe I can-"

The door once again swung open and a disheveled and out of breath man stepped into the room.

"Uteu?" He asked Grello. The teenager gave the man a look of disbelief before he nodded. He kept a firm hold on the baby as the man reached out a hand.

The entire scene faded away as another scene overlapped the current one.

"Wait! Let me see the rest!" Uteu complained.

The man that had stepped into the room was his father! He had returned for him, so what happened next? Was his mother alive?

Unfortunately for Uteu, the strange being that was showing him these images didn't care for what he wanted.

"I still don't see how my blood is cursed!" Uteu grumbled as he was forced to watch a new scene play out before his eyes.

He felt unsatisfied with the entity. His very birth was being accused of being a curse and the entity wasn't exactly doing a good job of showing him how or why.

One after another, red headed people Uteu could only assume we're all from the Drelden family, became the stars of whatever scene the entity decided to show him next.

Most of scenes comprised of a death, brutal murder or deep betrayal and Uteu was honestly becoming fed up with being forced to watch.

Not knowing how much time had passed by, Uteu grew agitated.

"Look I don't know any of those people, I thought you said you'd show me what my blood has done or something? What do those people have anything to do with me?"

The entity didn't respond to him, agitating him further. The warm flutter of the butterfly in his hand reminded him that he needed to find Uti, he didn't have time to indulge an unreasonable being.

The next slip of memories flashed by his eyes and the star this time caught his attention.

Pink eyes glared holes into the floor. Bound and gagged, a young Harkal Drelden was being held down in front of several elderly people.