*** Tyrant pov***
As I walked alongside Tyler, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment. Why was he so fixated on Jackson? Didn't he know I'd been the one taking care of him, helping him with his chores? I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on getting Jackson the medical attention he needed. But my mind kept wandering back to the past, to the times I'd helped Tyler without him even realizing it. Why didn't he notice? Why didn't he care?
As we entered the hospital, the medical staff rushed to attend to Jackson. I gently laid him down on the bed, trying not to jostle him too much. Tyler stood beside me, his eyes still fixed on Jackson's face. I felt a surge of annoyance, but I bit back my words. This wasn't the time or place for petty jealousies. Jackson needed our help, and I would do whatever it took to make sure he received the best care possible.
As I gently laid Jackson down on the bed, the medical staff sprang into action. They quickly assessed his condition, taking his vitals and examining his injuries. One of the nurses approached me, a hint of curiosity in her voice. "What happened to him?" she asked, eyeing the bruises on Jackson's face.
I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "He was in a fight," I said finally, trying to keep my tone neutral. The nurse nodded, her expression professional, and began to clean and dress Jackson's wounds.
Tyler stood beside me, his eyes never leaving Jackson's face. I glanced at him, trying to gauge his emotions, but his expression was inscrutable. The medical staff worked efficiently, their movements swift and precise. After what felt like an eternity, the doctor finally spoke up. "He's going to be okay. Just needs some rest and observation."
The tension in the room eased slightly, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. But as I looked at Jackson's battered face, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was far from over.
Tyler's sudden apology caught me off guard, and I tried to brush it off with a nonchalant tone. "You've done nothing wrong," I said, attempting to sound casual, but my voice came out laced with a hint of boredom. I staggered over to the sofa in the ward and collapsed onto it, trying to process my emotions.
Tyler slowly approached me, his eyes filled with concern. "What happened?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. I looked up at him, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Did I still hold a grudge against him for not noticing my efforts? For not being grateful? For being so captivated by Jackson? I wasn't sure. My gaze met Tyler's, and for a moment, we just stared at each other, the tension between us palpable.
The awkward moment was palpable, and I cleared my throat to break the tension. Tyler composed himself quickly, and I took the opportunity to start a conversation. "Can I inquire about you?" I asked, trying to sound casual. Tyler stared at me for a few seconds, his expression unreadable, before a hint of a smile played on his lips. But instead of opening up, he surprised me with a blunt response: "I'm sorry, but no." His words were like a door slamming shut, leaving me feeling both intrigued and rebuffed. I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by his directness. "No questions?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. Tyler's smile never wavered, but his eyes seemed to hold a hint of warning.
Tyler's response only piqued my curiosity further. "Yeah," he said, his tone firm but polite. But inside, I felt flustered, wondering why he was being so guarded. "In this world, what are you?" I asked, pressing on despite his earlier refusal to open up. Tyler's eyes seemed to cloud over, and he spoke in a low, introspective tone.
"I am nothing, just normal," he said, his words simple but weighted. "Even if I am, I have a hunch that I would never accept it. I hold great things within, and they're burning to be set free, to shatter the chains of mediocrity and unleash a storm that will change the world."
His words hung in the air, filled with a sense of longing and potential. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I listened to him, sensing the depth of emotion and conviction behind his words. It was as if Tyler was speaking to himself, reminding himself of the power that lay dormant within him. I leaned in, my mind racing with questions, but Tyler's expression remained closed off, revealing nothing. Yet, I couldn't help but feel that I had caught a glimpse of something profound, something that lay hidden beneath the surface of this enigmatic person.
As Tyler spoke, his words took on a darker, more ominous tone, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was hiding something sinister. The thought crossed my mind that if he was the dark overlord's son, I wouldn't put it past him to be behind the deaths that had occurred. I gasped, shocked by my own realization that I was partly blaming him for my loss.
But before I could process my emotions further, Tyler stood up to leave, his eyes piercing as he declared, "No matter what you think, life is not always what it seems." His words cut through my thoughts, leaving me stunned. How did he know what I was thinking? It was as if he could read my mind.
I pushed aside my swirling thoughts and focused on the present moment. "Would you like to stay at my place until he recovers?" I asked, my gaze drifting between Jackson's battered form and Tyler's enigmatic face. I hoped he'd agree, partly to keep an eye on him, and partly because I didn't want to be alone with my thoughts.
To my surprise, Tyler nodded in agreement, his expression unreadable. "Thank you," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I appreciate it." With that, he turned to follow me out of the hospital, leaving me wondering what I'd just gotten myself into.After finishing our shopping, we headed back to my place, the groceries loaded into the car. As we pulled into the driveway, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It had been a long day, and I was looking forward to unwinding at home.
As we walked out of the hospital, the warm sun cast a gentle glow over the surroundings. Tyler fell into step beside me, and we made our way to the pack's supermarket to pick up some groceries. The market was a short distance away, and the walk gave us a chance to enjoy the fresh air.
As we entered the market, the vibrant colors and lively chatter enveloped us. The aisles were stocked with a variety of goods, from fresh produce to packaged snacks. Tyler's eyes scanned the shelves, taking in the array of options. I grabbed a cart, and we began shopping, our movements synchronized as we navigated the aisles.
The atmosphere was relaxed, and for a moment, it felt like we were just two ordinary people running errands. But beneath the surface, I knew there was more to Tyler's story, and I was determined to uncover it.
After finishing our shopping, we headed back to my place, the groceries loaded into the car. As we pulled into the driveway, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It had been a long day, and I was looking forward to unwinding at home.
Tyler followed me inside, his eyes scanning the interior of my home with interest. I showed him to the guest room, where he could stay while Jackson recovered. He nodded quietly, his expression neutral.
As we put away the groceries, the silence between us was comfortable, and I found myself feeling more at ease around him. After we finished, I suggested we take a break and rest for a bit. Tyler agreed, and we parted ways, each of us heading to our respective rooms.
As I settled into my room, I couldn't help but wonder what the next few days would bring. With Tyler staying over, I had a feeling that things were about to get interesting.