On my lunch break I ended up actually heading back over to the hospital instead of actually going to lunch. As I walked through the halls of the hospital, I found myself back to the door leading into the room of that man I found, still in a medically induced coma like state, thick metal shackles and cuffs and muzzle around him as I stepped in. I walked over and rested my hand on his arm, just by how I could see every single bone in his body. He had been cleaned making his hair which looked ashen and was caked with dried blood, dirt and filth now was this massive blanket under him as it spread and fluttered out under him, so bright platinum blond it was nearly solid stark white. His skin was so sallow, his cheeks so hollow and everything about him looked so…starved and pained, the bandages and casts around his wrist and ribs marked by magic to hasten the healing process. I sighed as I pulled my chair alongside the bed as I made a few gestures before reaching out and rested my hand on his arm, re-opening the telepathic link between the two of us.

“You’re back” that raspy voice of the man in the coma echoed into my mind, I sighed softly as I looked towards him. “Why can’t I move?”

“The doctors gave you something to keep you in a very, very deep sleep so that you don’t…lash out at anyone, they told me you got a bit violent.”

“Everything is so…so wrong from when I last recall.”

“What do you remember last?” I asked looking towards that placid face, though only the upper half, less than half really because of how the muzzle went from the bridge of the nose and swept down to frame the cheekbones.

“It was…Napoleon’s passing, that wasn’t that long ago, no?” that voice asked, I looked off a moment as I used my magic that allows me to know a lot about death and things to just…figure out when Napoleon passed…1821.

“It was…quite some time ago actually” I said

“…oh” his voice was meek and quiet as he said that, “How…how long ago?”

“204 years ago” I said a touch sheepish. “Do you…not remember anything else?”

“I…I can recall that as the most recent memory after that…there’s…nothing, till I found myself running down the street…and you found me.”

“How does someone loose two centuries of memory?” I asked myself

“Can they get these things off me yet?”

“No, but…I am in the process of contacting someone who…might know why they’re on you.”

“Thank you”

“You…you never told me your name, by the way…I’m Nomarch, but please, just March.”

“It’s…Cian” he said, pausing for a second like he had to remember what his name was, there was something…that just twisted and knotted my heart when he had to pause to recall what his own name is .”Cian Hickey.” He added.

“Thank you, Cian…for trusting me enough to…help you.”

“Well, there wasn’t much else I could do with these things on me.”

“The doctors also…they can’t figure out what you are.”

“They don’t know?”

“What are you that’s that rare?”

“I…I’m not sure” his voice halted and stuttered.

“You don’t remember?”

“No…not really”

“Do you recall…if you did anything that…made you get locked up?”

“No…the last thing I recall was being in France when the news that Napoleon died, then like a blink’s time span…then…I found you”

That memory isn’t just missing it’s like…gone. Erased.

“How much longer do I have to be asleep?”

“They just want to make sure that you’re okay, they don’t want you to freak out at something and lash out or something, you’re asleep because your body heals better when in this state.”

“What are you, March…that you were able to do those things I saw you do…or talk to me like this?” Cian asked, it felt…so, so good to finally have a name to that face, I know I’ve only known him for a bit more than a day, but…I was so concerned and worried about that extremely wounded and dangerous state he was in when I found him.

“I…am a demigod” I said as I reached over, resting my hand on his forearm, slowly letting my thumb trail over his skin as I looked towards him, “I am the son of Anubis” I said as I looked towards him.

“The Egyptian god of death and funerals?”

“Yes”

“How?”

“It’s a long story”

“I’ve got time.”