Vadim PoV
I went to my uncle's place to check up on my cousin. He had been bedridden for days after his fight with Zayn. I had expected him to be recovering nicely, but he couldn't walk. His legs were wobbly still. But he had insisted we return home, not wanting to keep my kids waiting.
I knocked on the door and his mom answered.
"Hi, Vadim. Come in," she said, her face brightening.
I entered the house and saw Noel sitting on the couch, looking outside at the pond. He had a blank expression, his eyes glazed over.
"Hey, Noel! How are ya feeling?" I asked, walking over to him.
He turned to me and forced a smile. "Oh, hey, Vadim. I'm fine. Just... a bit tired. Seems my body needs to adjust still. I messed up, thinking I could get away with using Zayn's strength and powers without the proper conditioning. All I can do now is wait."
His ma sighed. "That isn't all. He keeps mumbling a name in his sleep. A name we don't recognize."
I frowned. "A name? What name?"
