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Manhattan Island, Four Twenty Seven AM:
Of the many hospitals dotted across the eastern seaboard, there were few quite as storied, or as well regarded, as Mount Sinai. The place was huge, well equipped, and had doctors and nurses ready and waiting to handle whatever New York had to throw at them.
But Hideyoshi Toranaga had a three inch hole in his gut. It was a small miracle that he had even lasted long enough for the emergency response team to see him to the surgery.
As of this moment, Hideyoshi had been in surgery for hours. Every time a member of the medical staff came in or out of the waiting room, they looked increasingly grim.
Casper sat by his friend in the quiet, trying to piece together just what was going on. James had bags under his eyes. He wasn’t speaking. Every time he moved, his fingers seemed to shake. Casper was worried.
He hadn’t pushed; not even a little. When he’d woken up last night to the sound of Tasha flicking pebbles at his window, he hadn’t questioned it. When he’d opened up that window, only for her to scale the wall and pass a barely conscious James into his custody, he hadn’t asked. He’d simply escorted the other boy back to his room.
He was trying to be patient.
Now, however, as he sat there, listening to the emotions coursing through his friend’s mind; watching the grown ups talk quietly on their even grimmer side of the room; he found he couldn’t hold it back.
“… Hey,” he muttered, elbowing the other boy gently in the side. “We promised, remember? If we ever got into trouble bad enough we couldn’t fix…” he let the sentence hang. No need to press the point.
For a few moments, James didn’t respond. Casper could feel the shame and dread rattling around inside his skull, no doubt going in circles.
Eventually, his friend shook his head.
“No,” he mumbled, his voice a little croaky. “Every time I ask for help, it just gets someone hurt. What if I got Jiji killed?” he sniffled. “How could you help, anyway? You’re just a kid, like me.”
Casper rolled his eyes, and reached over to bonk his friend in the noggin with his knuckles.
“It’s not about whether I can help, you doof. It’s about being there when I know you need a hug.”
“I don’t need a hug,” James muttered, his cheeks going slightly red. “Anyways. If I did, I’d ask Tasha. She gives better hugs than you.”
“Oof,” Casper replied, prodding his friend gently in the ribs. “That smarts. Going for the nuts already?”
For a moment, neither spoke.
“So, you’re really not gonna tell me anything, huh?”
A moment’s hesitation. That sense of guilt momentarily deepening in James’ mind as he shook his head. Casper sighed.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “I figured.” He turned his gaze across the room towards where Bex sat, half asleep on Sarah’s knee, and raised his voice. “Hey, Bex. Your brother needs a hug and he’s too wimpy to let me do it. Can you come over here a sec?”
Slowly, with a gentle prod or two from her mother, the semi-conscious girl pulled herself up off of Sarah’s lap, and crossed the waiting room to her brother. James glared darkly at Casper as Bex positioned herself on his lap.
Casper didn’t care about that too much. All he cared about was that as James’ sister began dozing against his chest, the pain in his head began to dim, even if only by a little. Less than half an hour later, both James and Bex were fast asleep.
The adults were still keeping to themselves. Casper did likewise. He sat back in his uncomfortable chair, closed his eyes, and stretched his power out.
If he reached as far as he could go, he found the very edges of his field could touch the inside of the surgery room. There were minds he recognized, there; some he didn’t, too. A few frazzled staff members passing from the observation room, to the waiting room and back, all amidst a swarm of other routes, no doubt distracted by a dozen different tasks. The mind of Hideyoshi, muddled by a fog of anaesthesia. The minds of those who operated on him; all worry subsumed by an almost adamantine focus.
That last one was almost soothing.
Minutes passed this way. Maybe hours. It was hard to tell. He found himself gauging time by Peter’s habitual laps around the room.
Then, one of the staff members came out to meet the grown-ups, his mind somber. Casper kept his eyes closed, his ears pricked.
“-not going well,” the man was saying. “I think I need to talk with you in private.”
A rustling; a few snatches of conversation too quiet for him to hear, then the feeling of Sarah’s mind stepping briefly closer to him.
“Casper, are you awake?”
“Yeah,” he murmured, not bothering to open his eyes.
“Look after James and Bex, okay? We need to go and talk to the doctor.” He nodded, then felt a hand squeeze his wrist. “Thank you for being here for them. It really helps.”
He feigned a smile.
As the clustered adults all stepped away, Casper let his mind follow them. Of the older members of James’ family, Sarah’s mix of worry and familial concern was the only one that played particularly true to him. For his part, Peter’s mind at least made sense; a layer of focus and intensity, sitting firmly over a roiling mass of fear. What really struck Casper out, however, was Tsuru. There was no anxiety there. Just a mournful kind of acceptance. He found it troubling, how little her mind seemed to run from the pain. How could she seem so comfortable like that, when the mere proximity of those feelings was enough to make his heart shake?
The four of them found an empty room a short way away, and Casper heard a momentary snatch of conversation, before the door clicked shut behind them.
It was aggravating, Casper thought. All of it. Trying to help when no one around would tell him anything. He opened his eyes, and swore quietly to himself.
The waiting room had a reception desk, apparently doubling as something of a dispensary. The lady working the counter gave him a sympathetic sort of look. He leaned his head back against the wall, and tried to let it go.
“Hey,” he called to the one remaining staff member. “Is there like, a cafeteria or something? I kinda wanna get these guys some food.” He gestured at James and Bex, still snoozing gently in one another’s arms. “We’ve been here for a while.”
At that, the woman simply smiled.
“Down the hall to the left,” she murmured, leaning out past the counter and pointing out a path for him to follow. “There’s a stairwell that takes you to the third floor. You should be able to find them something there. You need me to call ahead for a coupon?”
“Yeah. Please.” He stood, his legs a little stiff. “Can you watch these guys while I’m gone?”
“Won’t take my eyes off them for a second, dear.”
He headed out into the hall, but did not go straight for the cafeteria. Instead, he walked until he was out of the lady’s sight, then took a right, heading for the room where all the adults were gathered.
Empty hallway. Good. The blinds on the door were closed. He tried listening at the door. No dice. All of them spoke too quietly.
Casper thought for a moment, then had an idea. There was a water dispenser a short way away, a plastic tube running along the side, full of plastic cups. He took a cup, then inverted it, and pressed it against the door. That carried the sound through a little better. He put his ear against it, and listened.
“— Severe damage to the liver and portions of the intestine, along with arcing burns to his kidneys, stomach, and lungs. I wish I could give you a more hopeful prognosis, but honestly, we’re struggling just to keep the man alive.”
“We already have a specialist heading in from L.A,” replied Peter’s voice, his tone mechanically calm. “What are his odds of surviving the next two hours?”
“Not great. You asked for honesty. I’d give him fifteen percent odds of making it that long. Maybe less. Is there a chance you can make a portal?”
It was Tsuru’s voice that answered there, her own voice simply tired.
“New York’s portal maker is currently MIA,” she replied. “No available teleporters who can make the jump with passengers. I’d do it myself, but I’m spent. What about Caleb? The boy I brought in with me.”
Casper felt a momentary surprise in the doctor’s mind, then a diversion as his brain came back on track.
“Oh. One moment.”
The sound of paper being moved.
“He’s still in surgery. Luckily, none of his injuries were life threatening. We were able to bring him around long enough to free the other two you brought in, but he wasn’t exactly cogent.”
“I see.” Casper wasn’t sure he’d ever heard anything as tired as when Tsuru said those words.
A long quiet, then the doctor let out a sigh.
“Look,” he murmured. “We can keep his heart beating; artificially, if need be. We can keep his brain oxygenated. Hopefully, that will be enough for your specialist to work with, but I cannot say for sure.”
Casper stepped away from the door. He didn’t need to hear any further; the feel of the minds through the door said enough. He deposited the cup in a waste bin, and headed down the hallway towards the cafeteria. He might as well get the others some food.
He dipped a hand into his pocket as he walked, and pulled out his phone.
For a moment; For just a moment, Casper wondered if it was worth it.
Then, he remembered the agony playing around in his best friend’s brain.
He opened up the contacts list, pressed his thumb to the only name, and made the call.
Even this early in the morning, the man answered within the first few rings.
“Hey, Father,” said Casper quietly. “I need to ask a favor.”
Manhattan Island, Five Thirteen AM:
Neither of the other two had roused by the time Casper returned to the waiting room, laden down with chocolate pastries and a three-pack of strawberry milk. He spent a moment weighing their probable hunger against the pressing need for sleep, and decided to let them rest.
He sat back down beside them, tore open the packaging on one of the pastries, and took a bite. Amazing; the thing had zero flavor. How did they manage to produce chocolate that didn’t have a taste?
He took another bite.
He didn’t respond when the adults shuffled their way back in, his only action being to pull one of the milk cartons out for a drink. It was no better than the pastry.
Where the adults had previously spoken quietly among themselves, now, they simply sat. He found himself wrapping his senses back in around himself, simply for the protection of his sanity.
There was a sound below. A door slamming. The padding of feet as they sprinted over stairs.
Casper took another bite of pastry.
Beside him, Bex began to rouse, either from the rapidly building sound, or the deceptively mouthwatering scent of chocolate. She rubbed a forearm against her face with a yawn, and opened a single crusty eye.
Casper picked a chunk of chocolate from his pastry, and held it up to the girl’s face. She took a sniff, opened her mouth, and allowed him to pop the chocolate inside. Then she groaned, her face crinkling in half-unconscious irritation, and began trying to burrow her head into her brother’s chest.
The sound grew louder. Tsuru turned her head to look, Peter and Sarah too focused on one another to pay it much attention.
Casper took another drag of milk.
The runner was in the hallway now. In the periphery of his vision, Casper watched as Tsuru’s face went from tired annoyance, to consternation, to aggression.
When Father finally arrived, he came without disguise. His form was the same as Casper remembered from the first time they had met. From most of their meetings, in fact. He was a man, today, not a teen.
Casper didn’t look at him beyond the first glance. He took another bite of pastry.
“Where is he?” Father asked, his breathing heavy. “Where’s Hideyoshi?”
“You shouldn’t be here, pederast,” Tsuru replied, her tone positively dripping with venom. “Leave, before I flay you of every skin you have.”
That proclamation shook both Peter and Sarah from their bubble. They looked to the newcomer, Sarah confused, Peter cold.
At that, Father simply swore.
“Don’t make this into a fight, Tsuru. You’re too tired to scrape a win.”
At that, Tsuru’s eyes flared. She opened her mouth to speak, but Peter beat her to it. He was on his feet in a blur, his fist arcing directly for Father’s face. The man simply bent out of the way, one palm rising to press against Peter’s ribs.
“You don’t get to use my mother’s name,” Peter growled. “Not now. Not ever. Do you understand me?”
Casper took another slurp of milk, glad that Bex seemed to have found her way back to sleep.
Tsuru too had found her feet by now. She had sparks dancing in her eyes.
“If you value the twisted life you live,” she spat. “You will take your hand off my son.”
Father opened his mouth to respond to that, but Casper groaned.
“All of you shut up,” he muttered. “You’re gonna wake the kids.”
All at once, the entire room seemed to remember he was there.
The sparks stopped dancing in Tsuru’s eyes.
He dumped the flavorless pastry on a magazine table with a thump, before turning to look at Father.
“He’s through there,” he said, pointing to the door through which the doctors had moved. “Second doorway to the right. The surgery’s still going on.”
After a moment of hesitation, Father simply nodded.
“Thank you, Casper,” he murmured, before striding into the hall.
Tsuru did… something, to try and stop him, but whatever it was seemed to flicker off his skin.
In the silence following Father’s exit, all eyes turned themselves to Casper.
“James’ grandad was gonna die,” he muttered, his tone bitter. “I called in a favor from a friend.”
Well, there’s a nice dramatic twist, especially since the Toranagas didn’t even realize that Caspar knew about magic. (Which is good―one of this story’s few major flaws is that I can’t keep track of who’s hiding what from whom and why.)
As a side note, I notice that Father didn’t try happying everyone into submission, so I’m kind of curious if he’s avoiding it to stay on Caspar’s good side or if the Toranagas are able to fight it off.
Anyway, I hope that you can update again soon!
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I have an update queued up for tomorrow.