But now, he had something he wanted to record
Ayden sat quietly on the hospital bed, his head tilted as he watched Wayne scribbling away, "I've got a journal, too."
Wayne didn't look up, ignoring him.
Ayden spoke again, "I remember now, it's with you, isn't it?"
Wayne's writing hand suddenly froze. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ayden's bruises darken, a fresh livid mark strangling his neck, old whip scars on his arms turning raw and red, splitting open to reveal the bloody flesh beneath.
"Mom..." Ayden's eyes brimmed with tears as he stared at Wayne, "The journal was her indictment, but it became the chains that tethered you. I'm sorry."d2
Wayne's eyes began to turn red. The monitors attached to his wrist started to emit a piercing alarm.
Within moments, Penn rushed in from the lab.
Wayne was experiencing a brief episode of spontaneous asphyxiation. The struggle lasted into the night.
Finally, Wayne calmed down.
Penn sat across from him, his hair damp with sweat, "Wayne, what did you see? Who spoke to you?"
"The journal," Wayne lay pale on the bed, his large frame sinking deep into the mattress.
Penn was momentarily taken aback.
"I remember when he first appeared," Wayne said, not looking at Penn, but staring into the void, his eyes filled with tears.
No one had ever seen Wayne this vulnerable.
It was as if he had been transported back to that significant day, the day he uncovered the truth about his origins.
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