"I am Asmodeus," the young blond man said, stepping out of the shadows.
"I'm Eric," replied the other young man, rocking slightly on his heels. "I normally don't do this sorta thing, you know. I work across the avenue and my roommates are having their girlfriends over..."
"Oh, it's cool," Asmodeus jumped in. "I figured out in the open might be easy...and safe, you know. I'm not very familiar with things around here. Don't want to get hurt my first day in town," he laughed as he walked into the light of the streetlamp. He smiled as Eric gave a small almost inaudible gasp at the stranger's bright green eyes almost glowing in the bright yellow light.
"Wow, you look even better in person," gushed Eric. He nodded his head, and shook his fists in his hoodie pockets. "Damn. That's so fucking corny. I'm not great at meeting guys."
"That's cool. I think you're a cutie. And you'll do just fine," Asmodeus laughed. He reached out and placed a hand on Eric's scruffy cheek.
Eric's eyes widened as a tingly blue light leapt from the stranger's fingertips. His body stiffened as a blue light flashed around him for less than a second. He doubled over. His hands rested on his knees. He looked over at Asmodeus who had fallen backward and was now sprawled on the sidewalk. Eric couldn't tell if he was breathing. The streetlamp flickered and Eric vomited into the gutter.
An older lady came running up to him asking if he was okay. Eric nodded his head and wiped at his mouth.
"What in the world was that flash? Was it some kind of lightening?"
The lady rushed over to fallen blond and looked him over.
"He's breathing...just barely. I'll call an ambulance," She said as she pulled out her phone and dialed.
Eric straightened himself up. He rubbed his hands over his face and down his neck.
The lady talked to the dispatcher, and turned to him.
"What's your name, son?" she asked, stretching out a hand toward him.
"Asmodeus. My name is Asmodeus," he said softly, with a slight grin. His eyes widened, and then rolled back into his head. He fell to the ground in a heap.
******
Richard had been standing at the nurse's station for a couple of minutes before he finally tapped his index finger on the counter. The young blond nurse looked away for his paperwork and reached around to massage the back of his neck.
"Sorry, I was trying to finish this report," he said. "Can I help you?"
"Uhm, yeah, they just brought in my brother," Richard said, as he loosened his tie. "Eric Davis. He has seizures and I haven't heard from him all evening. Did he have an episode?" Richard was trying to stay calm -but he could hear his voice getting louder. He took a deep breath.
"He was found on a street corner with another guy. A witness said something about lightening. But it does look like your brother suffered from a seizure of some kind... Uhm, let me see if Dr Abbott is still on the floor. Hold on, one second."
Richard watched as the nurse walked from behind the counter and walked down the hall. He noticed the thin twinky body with nice broad shoulders. He had over a foot in height on the nurse and he could probably lift him into any position he wanted. Mmmmm, and a nice ass filling out those scrubs, he thought as he pulled at his tie. He shook his head and took in a deep breath. Here he was waiting to hear if his brother was okay and he was lusting after some hot little nurse. But, oh, that fucking ass!
"I'm going straight to Hell," he said softly under his breath. "Get it together, Rick," he muttered to himself as the nurse returned with the doctor.
Dr. Abbott introduced himself and took the tall blond businessman down the hall toward his brother's room. Outside the room, the doctor explained the situation.
"Your brother's brain lights up during his seizures as there's a sudden burst of electrical activity, sort of like an electrical storm. This time we've noticed something odd -- the bursts are moving to different parts of his brain constantly and in a strange pattern."
"But is he going to be okay?"
