down to reapply pressure to the open injury.
“Dad?” Brian jumped as Wesley knelt beside him. “Who’s this?”
“Where am I? How did I get here?” He looked up, taking in his surroundings.
“You’re at the hospital in Montana, in Alora and Kaevin’s room. Alora transported you here.” Wesley gestured behind his back.
Brian craned his head over his shoulder, sucking in a breath. Good Lord, Kaevin looks awful. He plastered an encouraging expression on his face as he addressed Alora, who didn’t seem to have the strength to lift her head from the pillow.
“I’m glad you’re both okay, Alora. But how’d I get here? I thought we had to lock arms and go with you.”
“I’m sorry. I know I surprised you, but I didn’t want to transport to Laegenshire without Kaevin.” Her lips quivered as she spoke.
“No, it’s fine,” Brian was quick to reassure her. “I’m not mad or anything. Laethan’s going to wonder what happened though. I don’t know what we’re going to do about this guy. He’s about to die, and we’re going to have a body to explain.” Brian turned his attention back to staunching the blood flow.
“Maybe we can save him. I’ll go find Doc Sanders.” Charles spoke the words as he hurried out the door.
“Who is this guy?” Wesley was frowning at the bleeding body. “He looks like…”
“I know,” said Brian. “He looks so much like Steven, it’s kind of creepy.”
“Isn’t that a Water Clan warrior?” asked Alora. “I think he’s the guy that attacked Jireo on the roof.”
“They’re taking him to the emergency room.” Charles pushed the door open wide.
Dr. Sanders scurried into the room, calling out orders to three other people in scrubs, pushing a gurney. In seconds, the almost lifeless body was lifted onto the wheeled stretcher and rushed out of the room. Brian felt a band tighten around his chest as the boy disappeared from his sight.
“I feel like calling Steven to make sure he’s okay,” Wesley remarked.
“I know what you mean.” Brian put his hand on Wesley’s shoulder. “I kind of want to hear his voice, too. But I doubt he’d appreciate us calling him at… What time is it, anyway?”
“According to that, it’s almost five a.m.” Charles pointed to the clock on the wall.
“Five in the morning? We’ve got to get home right now.” Brian felt his insides churning. “Karen always wakes up at five; she’s going to kill me.”
“She didn’t know you transported to Laegenshire?” Charles raised his eyebrows.
“I left her a note, explaining the whole thing, since I didn’t want to wake her up.”
“Well, we can’t call Steven in Australia because it’s eleven p.m. over there, and we don’t have our cell phones. Not only that, we don’t have cars to drive home.”
“Steven’s in Australia now?” asked Charles.
“He’s working on his PhD in astrophysics. Claims he’s studying under one of the top guys in the world.” Brian couldn’t hide the pride in his voice.
Dr. Sanders burst through the door, a facemask hanging from one ear and grey hair askew on the top of his head. “Okay, Charles, what’s the story on this kid? How are we going to explain him if he dies? It was hard enough coming up with a convincing story when we had Graely and Jireo in here, but at least they were alive.”
“Do you really think he won’t make it?” Alora spoke in a wobbly voice.
“The boy’s lost so much blood, it may be too late to save him. But they have him on an IV and a ventilator. So who is this guy, anyway?” asked Dr. Sanders.
“I brought him here,” said Brian.
“From where? What happened to him?”
“Well…”
“Wait.” Sanders held up one hand as he massaged the bridge of his nose with the other. “I probably don’t want to know the answer to that. I don’t know why I ask any questions around you people. I might as well make up my own story.”
A woman in a white lab coat entered the room. “Dr. Sanders, we
“Dad?” Brian jumped as Wesley knelt beside him. “Who’s this?”
“Where am I? How did I get here?” He looked up, taking in his surroundings.
“You’re at the hospital in Montana, in Alora and Kaevin’s room. Alora transported you here.” Wesley gestured behind his back.
Brian craned his head over his shoulder, sucking in a breath. Good Lord, Kaevin looks awful. He plastered an encouraging expression on his face as he addressed Alora, who didn’t seem to have the strength to lift her head from the pillow.
“I’m glad you’re both okay, Alora. But how’d I get here? I thought we had to lock arms and go with you.”
“I’m sorry. I know I surprised you, but I didn’t want to transport to Laegenshire without Kaevin.” Her lips quivered as she spoke.
“No, it’s fine,” Brian was quick to reassure her. “I’m not mad or anything. Laethan’s going to wonder what happened though. I don’t know what we’re going to do about this guy. He’s about to die, and we’re going to have a body to explain.” Brian turned his attention back to staunching the blood flow.
“Maybe we can save him. I’ll go find Doc Sanders.” Charles spoke the words as he hurried out the door.
“Who is this guy?” Wesley was frowning at the bleeding body. “He looks like…”
“I know,” said Brian. “He looks so much like Steven, it’s kind of creepy.”
“Isn’t that a Water Clan warrior?” asked Alora. “I think he’s the guy that attacked Jireo on the roof.”
“They’re taking him to the emergency room.” Charles pushed the door open wide.
Dr. Sanders scurried into the room, calling out orders to three other people in scrubs, pushing a gurney. In seconds, the almost lifeless body was lifted onto the wheeled stretcher and rushed out of the room. Brian felt a band tighten around his chest as the boy disappeared from his sight.
“I feel like calling Steven to make sure he’s okay,” Wesley remarked.
“I know what you mean.” Brian put his hand on Wesley’s shoulder. “I kind of want to hear his voice, too. But I doubt he’d appreciate us calling him at… What time is it, anyway?”
“According to that, it’s almost five a.m.” Charles pointed to the clock on the wall.
“Five in the morning? We’ve got to get home right now.” Brian felt his insides churning. “Karen always wakes up at five; she’s going to kill me.”
“She didn’t know you transported to Laegenshire?” Charles raised his eyebrows.
“I left her a note, explaining the whole thing, since I didn’t want to wake her up.”
“Well, we can’t call Steven in Australia because it’s eleven p.m. over there, and we don’t have our cell phones. Not only that, we don’t have cars to drive home.”
“Steven’s in Australia now?” asked Charles.
“He’s working on his PhD in astrophysics. Claims he’s studying under one of the top guys in the world.” Brian couldn’t hide the pride in his voice.
Dr. Sanders burst through the door, a facemask hanging from one ear and grey hair askew on the top of his head. “Okay, Charles, what’s the story on this kid? How are we going to explain him if he dies? It was hard enough coming up with a convincing story when we had Graely and Jireo in here, but at least they were alive.”
“Do you really think he won’t make it?” Alora spoke in a wobbly voice.
“The boy’s lost so much blood, it may be too late to save him. But they have him on an IV and a ventilator. So who is this guy, anyway?” asked Dr. Sanders.
“I brought him here,” said Brian.
“From where? What happened to him?”
“Well…”
“Wait.” Sanders held up one hand as he massaged the bridge of his nose with the other. “I probably don’t want to know the answer to that. I don’t know why I ask any questions around you people. I might as well make up my own story.”
A woman in a white lab coat entered the room. “Dr. Sanders, we
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