06-04-2014, 09:21 AM
Michael did not interfere when Dr. Weston struggled to her feet with obvious effort. Her assessment that she was 'fine' seemed forced, but he did not object. She was the doctor, after all.
As such, he complied with her request without a word. She seemed intent on her own search, and even though he had only a vague idea of what a BioReader was, he assumed it was not vital to her condition if she asked him to find it. A coagulant kit he at least understood, although he hoped the staff at the hospital had the sense to put the names of the damn things on the packaging.
Not long after he had started his search, his attention was drawn back to the woman as she yelled out in frustration or pain. Michael turned - unnaturally calm considering the situation, but the screams of caution were rebuffed by the security of the power and life - and his brows rose as a splatter of blood and what seemed to be tooth clanked in the sink. She seemed intent on her work with gauze so he left her be, resuming his search.
It did not take long to find something that looked sufficiently suitable for a BioReader, although in truth he could not tell the difference, but it stood to reason that any device in a ward would be of medical grade.
He remained silent as he handed the pad to her, intent on monitoring the situation outside. With the Dr. injured, he did not risk drawing any more attention to them with the power, so he used his enhanced hearing and prepared to spin death.
Dr. Weston eyed him with a strange look which he returned with a steady gaze. What did she see in his eyes? He had rescued her, surely she did not think he would go to the effort simply to kill her now. Was it fear of the unknown, curiosity, apprehension? It was hard to even grasp the concept of emotion within the bubble of cold determination and beacon-lit power.
No matter. He did not expect understanding, nor sympathy. The fact that she had seen his power and not attempted to kill him was more than enough.
His gaze became fixed and distant as Dr. Weston spoke. His reply was an idle affirmative to her condition but he did not answer the second question.
Heavy footsteps pounded down the hallway towards them. As they approached the door, he began to spin a web of destruction but held himself, changing Fire to a wall of Air that covered both himself and Dr. Weston as the doors banged open.
Lucky for the new arrivals, their deaths had been prevented by a split second as Michael noticed the uniform.
He released the wall of Air and nodded to the soldiers. So, the Legion had been sent. Apparently to rescue them. It was something of a surprise, but he did not question it.
"My thanks. What is the situation, soldier?"
he said in a soft but commanding tone. He swept his gaze past all of the soldiers. Whoever was in change would answer his question. "Al-Hasan prepares for war, has it begun?"
Edited by Michael Vellas, Jun 4 2014, 09:39 AM.
As such, he complied with her request without a word. She seemed intent on her own search, and even though he had only a vague idea of what a BioReader was, he assumed it was not vital to her condition if she asked him to find it. A coagulant kit he at least understood, although he hoped the staff at the hospital had the sense to put the names of the damn things on the packaging.
Not long after he had started his search, his attention was drawn back to the woman as she yelled out in frustration or pain. Michael turned - unnaturally calm considering the situation, but the screams of caution were rebuffed by the security of the power and life - and his brows rose as a splatter of blood and what seemed to be tooth clanked in the sink. She seemed intent on her work with gauze so he left her be, resuming his search.
It did not take long to find something that looked sufficiently suitable for a BioReader, although in truth he could not tell the difference, but it stood to reason that any device in a ward would be of medical grade.
He remained silent as he handed the pad to her, intent on monitoring the situation outside. With the Dr. injured, he did not risk drawing any more attention to them with the power, so he used his enhanced hearing and prepared to spin death.
Dr. Weston eyed him with a strange look which he returned with a steady gaze. What did she see in his eyes? He had rescued her, surely she did not think he would go to the effort simply to kill her now. Was it fear of the unknown, curiosity, apprehension? It was hard to even grasp the concept of emotion within the bubble of cold determination and beacon-lit power.
No matter. He did not expect understanding, nor sympathy. The fact that she had seen his power and not attempted to kill him was more than enough.
His gaze became fixed and distant as Dr. Weston spoke. His reply was an idle affirmative to her condition but he did not answer the second question.
Heavy footsteps pounded down the hallway towards them. As they approached the door, he began to spin a web of destruction but held himself, changing Fire to a wall of Air that covered both himself and Dr. Weston as the doors banged open.
Lucky for the new arrivals, their deaths had been prevented by a split second as Michael noticed the uniform.
He released the wall of Air and nodded to the soldiers. So, the Legion had been sent. Apparently to rescue them. It was something of a surprise, but he did not question it.
"My thanks. What is the situation, soldier?"
he said in a soft but commanding tone. He swept his gaze past all of the soldiers. Whoever was in change would answer his question. "Al-Hasan prepares for war, has it begun?"
Edited by Michael Vellas, Jun 4 2014, 09:39 AM.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."