Family Reunion
Hunter was eating dinner with Darius when his scroll began to blow up with a thousand texts from the group chat he was in. “What’s that?” Darius asked, taking a bite of his food.
“My friends.” Hunter replied. He sounded like he was upset, which made sense. The amount of texts was getting annoying. “My idiot friends.” He grumbled.
“You should see what’s up, little prince.” Darius said with a smile. It was gentle and warm. Inviting him to do this, without fear of punishment.
Hunter nodded and picked up his scroll. He began to read the previous messages that were sent. “Can I go to the owl house? Also, can you come with me? They’re asking for both of us.”
“For titans sake. When I just want to have some family time. Fine.” He grumbled, standing up and throwing the rest of his food into the trash can. Hunter followed.
“I’m sorry. I can tell them no.” Hunter said, quietly. Like he was afraid that he’d be hit, or worse.
“No, it’s alright. I don’t mind. I mean, I’m upset, but not at you.” Darius ruffled Hunter’s hair, which prompted a small giggle from the blonde. “Come on, let’s go.” He gestured for Hunter to follow. “Shall we walk or fly?” Darius asked.
“Hm, walk.” Hunter replied. “I like taking evening walks.”
“Do you have any clue why they needed us?” Darius asked.
“Something bad happened. Gus did something and now everyone’s panicking.” The trees swayed back and forth. The wind gently pushing them.
“Hm, of course. Surprised it’s not the human.” Darius laughed. “She gets into quite the predicaments, does she not?”
“You could say that again.” Hunter smiled. “I’m shocked she hasn’t died yet…” His body suddenly went cold.
She did die. He saw her soul? The light leaving her body. Like Flapjack. He remembered seeing her mamá cry. She was a puppet, and she still cried. Hunter remembered when amity had tried to grab one of the light orbs. As if she was trying to hold Luz for one last time.
“Little prince? You alright?” Darius’s voice pulled him from that awful memory. That awful helpless feeling. Luz was alive, she was safe. Everything was okay.
“Yes, sorry. I was just lost in thought.” Hunter said, his throat was dry. “Oh, we’re here already?” Hunter asked, now in front of the owl house.
“Yes. You kinda zoned out for the entire walk.” Darius chuckled. The two walked up to the door. Hooty greeted them, so uncomfortable. Hooty was such a weirdo. Which was very on brand for the owl house, so Hunter isn’t shocked.
“Come in quick! Hoot!” Hooty yelled, though he always yelled, and swung himself open so that the two could walk inside.
And walk inside they did. “What the fuck!” Darius screamed when he saw them.
Hunter just stood there in silence. All the previous golden guards stared at him and he stared back. A feeling of unease washed over him as he choked on nothing. This couldn’t be happening!
“John!?” Darius’s voice cut through Hunter’s ears. “Oh my titan!” He ran over to the boy and scooped him up.
“Ahh! Darius put me down! Put me- me- dow-ahahaha!” John snorted and kicked his feet. “Stop it!” He laughed, pushing Darius’s face away.
“You haven’t aged a day! Where have you been? I thought you died. Oh my titan.” Darius rambled. Hunter’s never seen him like this before. Strange.
“I did die!” He exclaims. Almost as shocked as Darius. “Belos killed me.” Darius set the guard down.
“Then how are you here?” Darius asked. “How are you standing here?”
“I don’t know!” He snorted. “No fucking clue! But titan, am I glad to be back!” They stared into each other's eyes for a good minute.
“Get a room!” Eda howled as she came waltzing in. “Where’s Eber?” She asked, scanning the room for the beast.
“Not here?” Darius said, confused by what she meant. “Eber’s off…” He paused, glancing around, “being Eber.”
“What does that even mean!?” Lilith raged, storming in. “It doesn’t make sense!”
“Woah, what happened to her?” Darius mocked, pointing at her frizzy hair and tired eyes.
“Maybe we should address the real elephant in the room.” Hunter spoke up. “Them! Why are there a bunch of dead guys in here!” He was furious. “And why doesn’t anyone seem to care!?”
“Woah, calm down Blondie. There’s a reasonable explanation for this all, isn’t that right, goob?” Eda smirked, turning to Gus.
His body trembled and he frantically looked around. Finally he opened his mouth and spoke. “I’m an awful person! I brought back the dead for some stupid English project.”
“I will never understand this world.” Camila muttered to herself, shaking her head.
“Wait what!?” One of the guards turned around, fire in his eyes. Ready to strike the child down. “You brought us back for some stupid English thing!?” He screamed.
“I’m sorry!” Gus wailed.
“No, you’re not.” Another spoke up, arms crossed and head shaking back and forth slowly. “You don’t care. We’re just objects to you, hm? That’s why you brought us back. What were you planning to do with us once your project was done?”
“What are you trying to imply?” Willow stepped in front of Gus, shielding him. It was like everyone saw the guards as monsters.
“Oh you know what I’m trying to imply!” He shoved his finger a centimeter away from her face. “You know!”
“Maybe we should all just calm down.” Luz said, hesitantly. Her arms in front of her to defend herself. “Take a couple chill pills.”
“What’s a chill pill?” One asked. “Are you trying to poison us!?” He screamed, grabbing his heart—not heart, they don’t have hearts, they’re not people—and gasping. “You little-”
“Touch her, I dare you!” Eda screamed, pushing Luz away into the arms of Camila who was also prepared to kill someone, and getting up and personal with the guard. “Oh is mister tough guy scared?” She mocked, as if she was trying to get killed. Or just get a reaction in general.
“Stop! Everyone stop!” Hunter screamed, stomping his foot down. “Stop! Please just,” he sounded like he was going to cry, cry cry cry like a little baby, “stop yelling.” They all turned to him. Some were shocked, some looked pitiful, Darius looked worried. “Look I know, it’s scary—in a way—dealing with people who should be dead. Or even with people who were violent, but this isn’t how you treat people.”
“Says who?” Eda pressed. “Who says that we should give them mercy? When have they ever given anyone else mercy? I’ve heard that the old guards were quite the people. Hurting and hunting those who were different.”
“I wasn’t violent!” One says, stepping forward. “I was good. Started the first ever full rebellion against the emperor. I helped everyone and anyone! I was petrified for this! Killed for protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves!”
“What?” Eda’s mouth is agape. Hanging down, as if it’s about to detach. “You were the last person to be petrified. Unless one of you has been?” She asked the crowd. They all shook their heads, no.
“I started the rebellion because I didn’t like how he treated others. I didn’t have to know I was a grimwalker, or that the titan wasn’t even real. I did it, because I cared.”
“Adam, calm down. I don’t want you working yourself up.” Caleb emerged, grabbing Adam’s shoulder.
“It’s not fair! None of this is fair!” His voice cracked. “It hurts so badly.” He whispered to Caleb. “How do I make it stop hurting?”
“I don’t think it ever will.” Caleb replied, rubbing the back of Adam’s neck as he pulled him in for a hug. “We weren’t all bad.” Caleb says, now directed at the crowd.
“I was!” One begins. He’s wearing his mask still and his hair is wild. “I was the worst ever! Strongest, most feared guard to ever live!” He brings up his arms, imitating a monster.
“Shut up Paul!” Adam groans, still in Caleb’s warm embrace.
“Oh you shut up, Adam.” Paul snaps back. “Anyways, what was I saying? Oh yes! I was the most feared. I killed both wild and coven witches alike!” Almost everyone, who isn’t a golden guard, faces drop in horror.
“Paul stop.” Caleb says, like a parent. “You’re going to scare everyone away.”
“Is that really a bad thing?” Adam laughs. “Paul’s the worst! We should do a live execution.” He points at Paul, glaring daggers.
“Okay, no. Now, why would we do that?” Caleb gives Adam a side eye.
“Why wouldn’t we?” Adam snaps back, with a cheeky grin. “C’mon we all know we wanna.”
“What happened to you being the good one?” Another butts in, with a smirk. “My name’s Adam and I’m the best ever!” He mocks, dramatically. Adam’s face goes red from both embarrassment and anger.
“I never said I was better than you guys!” Adam gasps. “How dare you accuse me of such a terrible thing!”
“You sound like Belos.” Another chimes in, in a sing-song voice.
“Okay maybe that was a bit too far.” Caleb tries to say, using that as an intervention but it doesn’t quite work.
“You hunted witches for a living, how are you any better?!” He shouts, pointing at him.
Those who aren’t, slash weren’t guards, gock in silence. Caleb doesn’t respond, but it doesn’t matter, the chaos will continue without him. He doesn’t even attempt to try and stop them.
“Okay we gotta section them off. They clearly can’t all be together in the same room.” Eda says, quietly to the group standing around her.
“Yeah, good idea. We should have a few people in each room with each group.” Raine suggests, pointing at a few and pondering whether or not they should be together based on how they’re interacting.
“Alright people!” Eda screams, the sound cuts through the fighting, redirecting everyone’s attention to her. “We’re going to be sectioning you off, since you clearly can’t be together.”
“Woah who do you think you are?” Paul asks.
“I am Eda, the owl lady!” She announced, like she did when she first met Luz. She then twirled around her staff. “And you’re going to listen to me, got it?” She flashed her gold fang. “Since you people can’t stand to be in the same room as one another, I shall be separating you.”
“Separating us?” One asks, extremely worried. He grabs onto the person next to him, defensibly. “You can’t do that!”
“Yes I can. You’re in my house, which means you follow my rules.” Eda folds her arms, like a parent. She’s become such a parent, but it’s not so bad. She quite likes it. It’s a unique experience, that’s for sure.
“Do any of you have any unattended injuries?” Camila asked, loudly–so that everyone could hear her. “If so, come here.” She made a ‘com’n’ motion with her hand. A few walked towards her, weakly.
“Let me help you.” Willow smiles. “I can’t heal, but I’m great at supporting others!” She places her hands on her hips, proudly.
“Remember what we talked about, Willow. Support yourself first, and others later. Okay?” Camila reminds her. She’s done this ever sense Willow’s breakdown and almost suicide. Willow gives an understanding nod. “You can help me though, I just don’t like how…nevermind. Thank you.” The woman says warmly.
Gus taps Eda’s side, as he cannot reach her shoulder. “Can I interview Adam?” He whispers to the lady. She gives him a toothy grin as she nods.
“Adam, you go with Luz, Matt and Gus to Luz’s bedroom upstairs.” Eda commands, but Adam doesn’t listen. Maybe it’s because of the body that’s attached to him. Not literally, but almost. “Hellooo?”
“No. I’m staying here with Todd. I refuse to let something happen to him because of your negligence.” Adam replies, holding onto Todd as if he’ll melt.
“Look. That wasn’t a request, it was an order.” Eda places a hand on her hip.
“I died because I didn’t follow orders and I'll gladly die again.” Adam replies hastily. Todd is now trembling as the voices grow louder.
“Kid, look-” Eda begins.
“I am not a kid! I’m 23.” Adam says, loud and proud. “Yeah yeah, shocker, I know.” Adam rolls his eyes.
“Todd can come with us.” Luz offers, trying to keep the peace. “Or we could stay down here. All’s the same to me.” Gus nodded along rather violently. “Is that okay?” She asked. Adam gave a small nod, and took Todd's hand, helping him walk upstairs.
“Whoever is boyfriends with Darius can go to him.” Eda howled out laughing, flopping backwards, and taking out Raine.
“Edalyn! How dare you!” Darius fumes, his face bright red. John walks over to Darius, giggling. “Come on John, let’s go.” The two head into the kitchen.
“You can keep the injured here. It’s got the most space.” Camila looks around and nods. “Now for the rest of you.” She takes a quick glance at all who’s left. “Can I get some names?”
“Wassup I’m Jeremy.” Jeremy says, pointing finger guns at Eda. “This is Ronald, he doesn’t talk much.” Ronald gave a small nod. “Not since the incident.” Both their eyes go wide.
“And you already know us.” Caleb smiles. They can’t see Paul’s face, but he’s likely frowning. He’s the mayor of frown town. How can they be of the essence of the same person?
“Hello, all.” Raine offers a smile. “My name is Raine Whispers, I used to be the head of the bard coven.” They say, lacking any kind of pride. More regret than anything. “I was also in a rebellion against the emperor. The bard’s against the throne, which then became the covens against the throne.”
“From B-A-T’s to C-A-T’s, huh?” Jeremy laughs. “Funny!” He slaps his leg, unironically. Eda lets out a snort because of this.
“Thanks,” Raine smiles, suddenly feeling rather flustered. Social anxiety is a bitch sometimes, and not in a good way.
“We’ll have to figure out what to do with you all.” Eda says, furrowing her brow. “Cause you can’t stay here forever.”
“They’re not going to be alive forever, Eda.” Raine says, awkwardly. They fiddle with their fingers, contemplating how to explain how the spell works. “You can’t permanently bring someone back from the dead,” Raine lowers their voice to a whisper, “That’s why grimwalker's exist.”
“Oh, dang, wait…what now?” Eda gasps, realizing what Raine was trying to say. “No, you’re kidding right, rainestorm?”
“You know I don’t kid about things like this, Eda.” Raine says, grimly. Silence fills part of the living room, but on the other side, the hustle and bustle of a makeshift–at home–infirmary. “We should move, give them more room.” Raine says.
“Yeah, good idea.” Eda raises her voice with the next sentence. “Alright, everyone upstairs, we’re headed for my room.” She leads the way, all guards trail behind her. They all look so tired, so empty.
—
Darius leads John into the kitchen with the intent of making him something to eat. He’d always been so thin. No muscle, just bone. Darius never asked him about this, however, as he didn’t want to scare the guard off. In full honesty, he was waiting for John to admit it to him, himself. But that never happened, he died before he even had the chance to ask for help.
Darius thought that the kitchen would be empty, but there, digging through the fridge was Lilith. “Eek!” She yelped when she realized there was someone else there. “Ack!” Lilith cried out when she smacked her head against the top of the fridge, trying to get her head out of it. “Sorry- oh, it’s you two.” She grumbled in disgust.
“Oh for titans sake, why are you here?” Darius groaned. “I thought it’d be private over here.” Darius let out a dramatic sigh. “I can’t have anything.”
“Drama king, much.” Lilith bickered. “What is that brat doing here?” She glared at him, as she stuck a straw into her apple blood box. The non-alcoholic kind, what a prude.
“He’s not Hunter. Also stop calling Hunter a brat.” Darius responded, annoyed.
“All golden guards are job stealing, teen prodigy, special treatment, brats!” The word brat came out like a slur.
“Don’t you dare say that!” Darius was not extremely angry. Abomination goop spun around his hand and arm, twisting itself into a scythe. “I’m getting tired of your-”
“Darius, stop!” John screamed, horrified. Right, John wasn’t there when he learned how to do that trick. He wasn’t there when he became a coven head either. Weird. “What are you doing?” His tone changed to intrigued with his next sentence. “Also since when have you been able to do that?” It then went back to horrified. “Why would you even think about doing that!?”
“She can defend herself.” Darius said, nonchalantly. “Can’t you, curse giver?” Lilith clutched her non-existent pearls and took a step back, not realizing how close she was to the fridge. She bumped into it, and almost fell. Darius let out a laugh, a mocking laugh.
“How dare you! How did you even find out about that?!” She asked, suddenly more worried about how he got his hands on this type of information. “Did Eda tell you?”
“Hunter told me after Luz told him.” He explained, with a smirk. Her suffering was his amusement. “You’re funny when you’re frantic.”
“That's it. You wanna duel?” Lilith finally asked, pulling out her staff. Hooty’s head peaked out from the doorway, his eyes were soul piercing.
“No, no duels! Maybe we should just chat?” John said, desperately. “Please?” He begged, giving puppy dogs eyes towards Darius. He could never say no to those eyes.
“Fine.” Darius huffed, the goop that surrounded his arm disappeared. Lilith placed her staff on the table, the palisman suddenly took life and watched Liltih. “Let’s talk.” There were long pauses in between his words. The tension was high.
Why was he doing this again? Right because he—loves—enjoys John. Darius grabbed one of the chairs next to the dining table, though it was rather raggedy to be a dining table, and sat down.
“Fine, we can be cordial.” Lilith said, grumpily as she also took a seat. Hooty was still watching, it sent a pathetic chill down his spine. That bird, worm, tube thing was so creepy. So disturbing, where did Eda even find that thing? And why was he Lilith’s best friend, that’s just pathetic. “So, John.”
“Hello, Lilith.” John waved, before also finding a seat and joining the two. “How have you been?”
“How does it look?” She sassed. “Sorry, I‘ve been better.”
“Tell me what you’ve been up to!” John said, with a large smile, ignoring all the tension that loomed around them.
“I almost got petrified, I now am cursed, lets see, oh yes, I live with my mother most of the time.” John’s smile wavered.
“Oh!”
“Oh please, you’ve had good moments too!” Darius grumbled, “stop self-loathing. Nobody wants to hear it.”
“I went back in time, I’m now running a historical center, and I’m studying potions because I don’t have magic anymore.”
“You don’t have magic?” John asked, suddenly extremely curious. “Okay now you’ve got to tell me everything.”
“The curse. After the curse I couldn’t do magic anymore. But I can turn into a harpy so props to me.”
“Woah!” John clapped, “this I need to see.”
“Oh stop it!” Lilith said, clearly enjoying the attention. “I’m not good at controlling it as of now.”
“Well, I’m sure with time and practice, you’ll improve.” John smiled.
“Yeah, I know.” She said, giving a determined nod.
“Now onto you,” he turned towards Darius, “what have you been up to lately?”
“A lot.” He shrugged. “I’m kind of a dad now, I guess.” John’s jaw dropped. “No, not biological. Weirdo. I’m also a part of the new boiling isles government.”
“There’s a new government?” John asked.
“Well Belos is dead, and people need some kind of authority or they go crazy.” Lilith cut in.
“Right, I keep forgetting that he’s dead. Oh, tell me more about your kid!”
“His name is Hunter, he’s seventeen years old.” Darius explained, suddenly compelled to share every intimate detail about the child. “He’s currently in the potions coven, since he doesn’t have any magical powers, but I don’t think that makes him any less talented, y’know? Oh my titan did I mention that he’s working towards being a palismen carver? I’m going to get him in contact with Lilith’s father so that he can try and teach him the ways of the craft.”
“Wow.” John said, his smile wide but also blank, in a way. “That’s a lot.”
“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me just now.” He chuckled awkwardly, noticing the weird stares from both John and Lilith.
“No it’s okay, it’s cute.” John giggled, “nice seeing you so happy about something. You’re always so dramatic so it’s a nice change.”
“Ouch.” He hisses, playfully.
—
In the living room, Willow and Camila were setting up an at home infirmary. Camila had brought some of her supplies from her work, as requested by Luz.
Luz > Hi mamá
Camila > Hola mija, ¿qué pasa?
Luz > Gus did something bad, can you bring your medical supplies? Por favor.
Camila > Sí, ¿Quieres que traiga a Vee?
Luz > Nah, let her rest, doesn’t she have a test to take tomorrow, anyways?
Camila > I’m sure she wouldn’t mind, mija pero ok.
Luz > Gracias mamá
Camila wishes she had brought Vee. No offense to Willow, but she can’t do much when it comes to medicine. She is good at calming them down however, so it’s a plus.
One sits, uncomfortably. She knows he’s uncomfortable because he’s rubbing his hands against his jeans. “Hello,” Willow begins, “I’m Willow, and you are?”
He doesn’t respond, rather he begins to rock back and forth slowly. “Is he okay?” Camila asks, her head snapping around.
“I don’t think so…” Willow frowns. “Hey bud, you there?” Knock knock, is anyone home, clearly not. “Let me show you something that might help. Breath with me.” She commands, but he doesn’t react.
“Step away from him Willow.” Willow does as she’s told, and Camila takes a step towards him. “Can you hear me, mijo?” She asks, gently, a swift change. “He’s unresponsive.”
“Is that bad?” Willow asks, her voice hitched.
“No, well not too bad. He’ll be okay. He’s moving and breathing, which is a good sign. This was probably a lot to take in though, so he just spaced out. Y’know, like how Hunter used to.”
“Oh yeah. Okay.” She nods, as they both recall that night.
It was the first night in the human realm. Hunter was cradling Gus like a baby. Holding him close, like something would steal him away. He didn’t let anyone get too close. The next day, he just went blank. Like an empty body. No soul, no mind, nothing. Camila remembered how panicked everyone had become. Then he came back, and cried like he was dying.
Hunter let out a pathetic plea, and then the rest was illegible. His words were scrambled and his voice was almost as shaky as his body. Nobody could calm him down. Willow and Gus were both trying to get the poor boy to breathe with them, but for some reason that just made him more panicked. He did attempt it, after a few minutes, but he just couldn’t seem to catch his breath.
But this was no time for reminiscing, there were others who were hurting, and if this one was simply spaced out, then she should focus her energy on the others in need of attention, immediately.
“Alright, can I get some names?” Camila asks. “You, uh.” She points to the one on the left. “Can I have your name sweetie?”
He nods, before speaking. “My name is William.” Will smiles. His eyes seem dull, like they’ve lost their spark of life. Oh she could only begin to imagine what these poor creatures have gone through.
“My name is Morgan.” Morgan says. He’s still wearing his mask, which concerns Camila, especially if he claims to be in pain.
“Well hello you two.” She gives them a warm smile, they stare at her as if she’s a predator. It’s strange, it reminds her of the abused dogs she’d have to treat. Such a strange thing to see, it makes her heart ache in an indescribable way. “Willow, would you mind just sitting with the one on the couch?”
Willow nodded and walked over to the guard, taking a seat and pulling him in. He seemed to tense up when she did this, but he still wasn’t fully present.
“Let’s start with you, Morgan. Where does it hurt?” She asks. “Can you give me a general area? Oh and how badly it hurts on a scale of 1-10.”
“A ten, and my eyes.” His body tremors. “My eyes hurt so bad, miss.”
“Okay, well can you take off the mask, sweetie, so that I can get a good look?” She asked, kneeling down and sliding the first aid towards herself.
“Can you promise me something?” Morgan asked, hesitantly. “Please?” Camila nodded. “Promise me you won’t get scared away.”
“I promise. I’m a veterinarian, I deal with disgusting and gross things all day.” She smiles at her attempt at a joke, but Morgan doesn’t seem any less stressed.
He pulls off his mask, revealing two eye sockets, without eyes. Camila can’t help but let out a gasp. More out of surprise than anything. Whoever did this–she knows who did this, but is trying to stay naive–didn’t know how to properly remove an eye. It was likely infected, that’s most definitely why the poor thing was in so much pain.
“I’m not an eye doctor, or really anything close to that, so I'd say we should get in contact with those doctor witches.” She turned to Willow, whose eyes were wide. Her mouth was agape. “What are they called again?”
“H-healing coven.” Willow slurred out, intraced by the two holes. “Oh my titan!” She couldn't help but whisper. “You poor- poor- poor boy.” She rambled.
“Sorry about her.” Camila said, noticing how terrified the poor boy looked. Morgan couldn’t be older than 18. “I’ll have to call them so that they can get a better look at your eye.” She turned back to Willow. “Could you give them a call for me por favor?”
“Sure! Yes. Healing coven? Yes, of course. Just give me a second!” She shot up and ran off to go find a crow, phone thingy.
“I will never understand this world.” She muttered to herself. “Okay,” Camila was now talking to William. “Can you tell me where it hurts? And on a scale of 1-10?”
“My neck and uhm.” He paused for a good minute. “About a 7?”
“Okay, how does your neck hurt? Can you describe to me what you’re feeling?”
“Yes. Uhm it feels tense? I kinda hung myself so that might be why.”
“Oh.” Is all she can choke out. “Okay!”
“It’s a long story. Uhm. A story that I don’t really want to tell.”
“No it’s okay.” She took a deep breath. “It’s fine, you’re fine.”
“I think my neck just needs to be popped or something, but since it hasn’t been in almost, I don’t know, maybe around 60 years? Probably more than that, I’m not sure.” He shrugged.
“Most likely. I’ll see if I can pop it myself. Come here.” She gestured for him to get up. She then grabbed his neck and snapped it to the side. “You alive?” She giggled.
“Thanks! That helped a lot!” He smiled.
“I’m glad.” Willow suddenly came back into the room, she was out of breath. “Did you call them?” Camila asked.
“Yes! They’re on their way.” Willow said, proudly.
“Thank you, Willow.”
“Of course.” She smiled, before taking a seat back on the couch.
“Now we just have to wait. How long did they say it’d take?” Camila asks.
“Didn’t say.” Willow said, awkwardly. “I should’ve asked, but I was so stressed about making sure they had all the details and-”
She was cut off by a loud knocking followed by a lot of Hooting and profanity. Fun! Camila walked over to the door and opened it. Standing in front of her were two women. They looked ruffed up from Hooty. She glared at the bird, non-verbally saying something like ‘don’t even think about it.’
“Hi, we’re from the healing coven, we heard there’s a bit of an issue here? Someone’s in need of our help.” The girl with horns smiled, she had a missing tooth.
“Yes, it’s an extremely long story that I don’t think is mine to tell.” They both nodded. “He’s over there.”
They both froze when they saw his face, but then turned towards each other and gave a determined nod. “We’ve got our work cut out for us.” The other laughed.
“Yes we do.” The horned demon laughed, as they both walked towards Morgan. He was sat on the floor, awkwardly. “So. I have a series of questions that I need to ask you. While I do that my assistant is going to examine your eyes.”
The nurse pulled a pair of gloves on and opened up her medical bag that she had brought.
“Okay, first, what happened?” The questions had begun.
“My eyes got ripped out.” He answered, pretty chill.
“Wow!” She said, her mouth agape. “Can you tell me how they were ripped out? Hands, were the hands clean or dirty? Were they both ripped out at the same time?”
“I’m not sure.” He shrugged. “I have a hard time remembering things. Uhm, I think his hands and I think they were dirty.”
“Go figures. You’ve definitely got an infection.” The nurse who was examining chimed in. “You need antibiotics. We can heal you slightly. But there’s only so much we can do right now.”
“Oh.” Morgan frowned. “Is there any way you could give me numbing cream? My eyes are in so much pain.” He chuckled.
“Oh yes. We’ll do that before we start healing you.” The horned demon said, as she grabbed a tube of what seemed to be numbing cream. She squirted some on her finger and rubbed it around the edge of his eye socket. “It’ll take a moment to actually have any effect.”
“Okay.” Morgan nodded.