side of the bed. He held her elbow securely, encouraging her to lean against him as they took their first tentative steps down the aisle. Farrow instinctively held her stomach where she was sporting a couple dozen stitches.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“I’m okay,” she said bravely. In reality, her head was spinning and her guts felt as if they were about to spill out.
“You’re doing fine,” Alik encouraged.
The plane was large enough to accommodate fifty passengers comfortably. Everyone was seated near the front of the plane.
Evan met them in the aisle, smiling at Farrow proudly. “You are looking much better. How do you feel?”
Farrow looked up at Alik, unsure how to answer.
“I know he looks like a kid, but he really is your doctor,” Alik assured.
“I’m tender, but I’ll be fine in a few days. Thank you for saving my life.” Farrow spoke earnestly.
Evan shrugged humbly and looked at his big brother. “So you got our patient to drink soup, eat applesauce and turn away from the dark side? I’d say you’re a regular Florence Nightingale.”
“Hey now,” Alik said seriously. “That’s Frank Nightingale to you, buddy.”
The brothers grinned at each other as they helped Farrow the rest of the way down the aisle and sat her in a chair next to their mother and across from Meg. Dr. Andrews sat on the other side of Margo. Farrow noticed he was the only person who wouldn’t look her in the eye. Inwardly, Meg frowned at Dr. Andrews holding a grudge against this poor girl.
“We would have come to you dear, but Evan insisted you needed to get up and do some walking.”
“It’ll speed the healing,” Evan offered logically.
“I am feeling better after putting on some clothes, and the walk wasn’t too bad,” Farrow said feeling stupid and ugly in their presence.
“You and I wear the same size,” Meg smiled at her. “I figured comfy pants were a must after your surgery.”
“Yes, thank you. Thank all of you for your kindness. I don’t deserve it. You have every reason to hate me,” Farrow blurted, tears starting to pool in her dark eyes.
“Oh, no. Not this again,” Alik moaned putting his hand to his face.
“Farrow, you have so much sadness and self-loathing bubbling inside,” Margo turned in her seat to face the girl. “You need to realize you are more than what you’ve done. You are more than your mistakes. You lived life the best you knew how before. Now that you have been offered a new way to live, you have embraced it. Let go of your self-loathing because it has no place for you in your new life.” Margo punctuated her last statement by wiping a tear from Farrow’s face with a soft napkin.
Farrow nodded solemnly, shocked by the woman’s words.
“Are you ready to talk now?” Margo asked carefully.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Alik, you mentioned an idea you had?” Margo looked to her older son.
“Well, it occurred to me when I was talking with Farrow about Creed,” Alik glanced at Meg and swallowed his sadness at seeing her cringe. “Farrow figured out Creed had a heightened ability, though he was a second-generation metahuman.”
“Yes, Creed could turn off his pain sensors,” Margo clarified for Farrow.
“Well, if Creed had a gift he kept secret from the director, isn’t it possible there are others too afraid to speak up? They had to know Williams would start the bloodletting and dissection if they were found out.”
“Mom and I were thinking something similar: If Creed and Farrow could be raised in hatred and violence, but turn away from that and choose to be good instead, wouldn’t it make sense that there could be other metahumans just as lost and needing to be shown the way?” The more Meg thought about it , the clearer their path was becoming.
“I think we’re all talking about infiltrating the Facility to rescue other metahumans,” Dr. Andrews spoke up for the first
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“I’m okay,” she said bravely. In reality, her head was spinning and her guts felt as if they were about to spill out.
“You’re doing fine,” Alik encouraged.
The plane was large enough to accommodate fifty passengers comfortably. Everyone was seated near the front of the plane.
Evan met them in the aisle, smiling at Farrow proudly. “You are looking much better. How do you feel?”
Farrow looked up at Alik, unsure how to answer.
“I know he looks like a kid, but he really is your doctor,” Alik assured.
“I’m tender, but I’ll be fine in a few days. Thank you for saving my life.” Farrow spoke earnestly.
Evan shrugged humbly and looked at his big brother. “So you got our patient to drink soup, eat applesauce and turn away from the dark side? I’d say you’re a regular Florence Nightingale.”
“Hey now,” Alik said seriously. “That’s Frank Nightingale to you, buddy.”
The brothers grinned at each other as they helped Farrow the rest of the way down the aisle and sat her in a chair next to their mother and across from Meg. Dr. Andrews sat on the other side of Margo. Farrow noticed he was the only person who wouldn’t look her in the eye. Inwardly, Meg frowned at Dr. Andrews holding a grudge against this poor girl.
“We would have come to you dear, but Evan insisted you needed to get up and do some walking.”
“It’ll speed the healing,” Evan offered logically.
“I am feeling better after putting on some clothes, and the walk wasn’t too bad,” Farrow said feeling stupid and ugly in their presence.
“You and I wear the same size,” Meg smiled at her. “I figured comfy pants were a must after your surgery.”
“Yes, thank you. Thank all of you for your kindness. I don’t deserve it. You have every reason to hate me,” Farrow blurted, tears starting to pool in her dark eyes.
“Oh, no. Not this again,” Alik moaned putting his hand to his face.
“Farrow, you have so much sadness and self-loathing bubbling inside,” Margo turned in her seat to face the girl. “You need to realize you are more than what you’ve done. You are more than your mistakes. You lived life the best you knew how before. Now that you have been offered a new way to live, you have embraced it. Let go of your self-loathing because it has no place for you in your new life.” Margo punctuated her last statement by wiping a tear from Farrow’s face with a soft napkin.
Farrow nodded solemnly, shocked by the woman’s words.
“Are you ready to talk now?” Margo asked carefully.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Alik, you mentioned an idea you had?” Margo looked to her older son.
“Well, it occurred to me when I was talking with Farrow about Creed,” Alik glanced at Meg and swallowed his sadness at seeing her cringe. “Farrow figured out Creed had a heightened ability, though he was a second-generation metahuman.”
“Yes, Creed could turn off his pain sensors,” Margo clarified for Farrow.
“Well, if Creed had a gift he kept secret from the director, isn’t it possible there are others too afraid to speak up? They had to know Williams would start the bloodletting and dissection if they were found out.”
“Mom and I were thinking something similar: If Creed and Farrow could be raised in hatred and violence, but turn away from that and choose to be good instead, wouldn’t it make sense that there could be other metahumans just as lost and needing to be shown the way?” The more Meg thought about it , the clearer their path was becoming.
“I think we’re all talking about infiltrating the Facility to rescue other metahumans,” Dr. Andrews spoke up for the first
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