Mr Zoat
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18th September
09:26 GMT -5
Orange light blasts from the ring, and I focus my mind on the injuries it's treating. The ring's fairly user friendly, but I don't want Richard Senior to end up being transformed into Richard Junior's father or anything. I see bone straightened and set, sinew and muscle moved and set true. Nerves mended. Our patient is on anti-rejection drugs for organ transplants, and I ensure that the tissue markers causing the trouble are rewritten. The light begins to restore wasted muscle, but before it goes too far I try to shake my ring hand free. I'm not sure what would happen if we kept pouring the orange light into him, but…
Richard isn't letting go. Oh dear. I bring my right hand around and try pulling his fingers off mine.
"Richard, you need to let go."
I open my eyes and look at him. Through my eyes I see his eyes blazing with orange light. Then he swings his left hand around and starts trying to pull the ring from my hand.
"No! Mine! It's mine! No one will hurt my family again!"
Heck. I grab our hands with my right hand, trying to make it harder to move anything. The ring's glowing like mad.
"Ring, remove secondary user."
No change. He's yanking at my arms in a frenzy now. I'm lucky he's too overwhelmed to try anything clever; he's much better at unarmed combat than me. No, I will not let Robin end up like Larfleeze.
"Ring, remove secondary user now."
"Compliance."
The flow of light shuts off. Richard gasps, and his grip loosens. I pull his fingers off and snatch my ring hand away. He brings his arms up, hugging his chest, shivering. For a moment neither of us speak.
"Did… Did it work?"
I nod. "Yes, I think so."
There's another pause, and he looks up slightly. "Is it.. always..?"
I nod. "Pretty much. You adapt, learn to steer it. But, yes. When you want something that much."
Another pause. "I think I'll… I think I want to stay here, until he wakes up." He walks around and sits at his uncle's side, not looking at me. "I'm... I'm sorry.. I tried to take-."
"Don't. Don't. I should have expected something like that to happen. I'll just… I'll be in the waiting room. Shout if you need something."
He nods, shallow and slow. I step backwards, and run a quick scan on our patient. I hope that was worth.. ah. Yes, it was. Not sure he'll ever be an acrobat again, but Richard Senior should have full and pain free feeling back in his whole body when he wakes up. Right, intruding on private time. I turn, and exit the room. The nurse at the desk looks up for a moment, then turns back to her files. I scan the room, looking for somewhere to sit. And ideally, something I can read to take my mind off making Robin relive that.
And then I see Alfred Pennyworth sitting primly in the chair closest to Richard Senior's room, brown leather bag at his feet. A slim and somewhat foxed paperback is lying in the seat next to him. He turns his head in my direction, and raises his eyebrows by the smallest fraction. Is something..? I tense slightly, and metaphorically kick myself as I return the ring to my pocket before walking over and pulling a chair out of the row so that I can sit opposite him.
"Successful visit, sir?"
I lean forward a little. "Too early to say, Mister Pennyworth. I think so, but we won't know for sure until he wakes up."
The slightest of nods. "And Master Dick?"
I feel wrongness. "The.. the device is empathic. To get it to work, I made him relive something very unpleasant."
His eyes narrow slightly.
"It was the only thing I could think of that would work! I'm not exactly impressed with myself, either."
A slight tilt to the side. "I had rather been under the impression that you simply…" He holds out his hand vertically, just in front of his chest, then waves it to the side.
I shake my head. "No, you have to think in exactly the right way. Feel the right way. And I don't.. I didn't.. know him well enough to suggest anything else."
I look away, and shake my head again. "You.. compel yourself to hold to this extreme mode of thought.. at all times.. yourself?"
"I.. I suppose I do. If you keep it up for long enough, the extreme just becomes the new normal."
He shifts slightly in his seat. "I'm not wholly unfamiliar with the concept, sir."
Hah. I suppose he's not. Wonder why Batman never got a power ring? Right, what else do I need to do? "I hope somebody's got a blooming good cover story for this, because this is well beyond Earth medicine."
Mister Pennyworth's eyes flick down for a moment. "Nil desperandum, sir. Any number of strange things could have happened. Perhaps, an unusually energetic reaction to some new medication?"
"It's a bit of a stretch, Mister Pennyworth."
"Only if he remains the responsibility of this hospital. Do not worry, sir. Matters are in hand."
I nod, and sit up. "Didn't.. Richard ask you to stay in the car?"
"He usually does, sir. But he's generally pleased to see me when his visit is over, nonetheless."
I can imagine. Ergh, alright, I'm not going to stop feeling like a puppy-kicker any time soon. Is there something I want to ask Mister Pennyworth? Something I could ask in a fairly public area? Oh, well…
"Mister Pennyworth. Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"Tell me honestly: how long do you think I've got before I start to sound like an American?"
A faint smile, and he appears to give the question due consideration.
"I mean, I'm sure they're a lovely people, but I-."
The door to Mister Grayson's room opens, and I cut myself off. Richard Junior stands in the opening, looking first at Mister Pennyworth, then myself. We look at him, waiting for him to speak.
"Alfred, could you..? Would you mind coming in here, please?"
He waits for a moment, but Richard says nothing else.
"Of course, Master Dick."
He picks up his bag, stands, and walks toward Richard, who stands aside to let him enter. Richard's looking at the ground near my feet. Well, yes. I'm certainly not expecting to be on his cool list any time soon after tha-.
"Paul, you should probably come in too. I want Uncle Rick to meet you when he wakes up."
He's looking me in the eyes now, and a small smile is back on his face. Mine too. I rise, and walk back into the room.
09:26 GMT -5
Orange light blasts from the ring, and I focus my mind on the injuries it's treating. The ring's fairly user friendly, but I don't want Richard Senior to end up being transformed into Richard Junior's father or anything. I see bone straightened and set, sinew and muscle moved and set true. Nerves mended. Our patient is on anti-rejection drugs for organ transplants, and I ensure that the tissue markers causing the trouble are rewritten. The light begins to restore wasted muscle, but before it goes too far I try to shake my ring hand free. I'm not sure what would happen if we kept pouring the orange light into him, but…
Richard isn't letting go. Oh dear. I bring my right hand around and try pulling his fingers off mine.
"Richard, you need to let go."
I open my eyes and look at him. Through my eyes I see his eyes blazing with orange light. Then he swings his left hand around and starts trying to pull the ring from my hand.
"No! Mine! It's mine! No one will hurt my family again!"
Heck. I grab our hands with my right hand, trying to make it harder to move anything. The ring's glowing like mad.
"Ring, remove secondary user."
No change. He's yanking at my arms in a frenzy now. I'm lucky he's too overwhelmed to try anything clever; he's much better at unarmed combat than me. No, I will not let Robin end up like Larfleeze.
"Ring, remove secondary user now."
"Compliance."
The flow of light shuts off. Richard gasps, and his grip loosens. I pull his fingers off and snatch my ring hand away. He brings his arms up, hugging his chest, shivering. For a moment neither of us speak.
"Did… Did it work?"
I nod. "Yes, I think so."
There's another pause, and he looks up slightly. "Is it.. always..?"
I nod. "Pretty much. You adapt, learn to steer it. But, yes. When you want something that much."
Another pause. "I think I'll… I think I want to stay here, until he wakes up." He walks around and sits at his uncle's side, not looking at me. "I'm... I'm sorry.. I tried to take-."
"Don't. Don't. I should have expected something like that to happen. I'll just… I'll be in the waiting room. Shout if you need something."
He nods, shallow and slow. I step backwards, and run a quick scan on our patient. I hope that was worth.. ah. Yes, it was. Not sure he'll ever be an acrobat again, but Richard Senior should have full and pain free feeling back in his whole body when he wakes up. Right, intruding on private time. I turn, and exit the room. The nurse at the desk looks up for a moment, then turns back to her files. I scan the room, looking for somewhere to sit. And ideally, something I can read to take my mind off making Robin relive that.
And then I see Alfred Pennyworth sitting primly in the chair closest to Richard Senior's room, brown leather bag at his feet. A slim and somewhat foxed paperback is lying in the seat next to him. He turns his head in my direction, and raises his eyebrows by the smallest fraction. Is something..? I tense slightly, and metaphorically kick myself as I return the ring to my pocket before walking over and pulling a chair out of the row so that I can sit opposite him.
"Successful visit, sir?"
I lean forward a little. "Too early to say, Mister Pennyworth. I think so, but we won't know for sure until he wakes up."
The slightest of nods. "And Master Dick?"
I feel wrongness. "The.. the device is empathic. To get it to work, I made him relive something very unpleasant."
His eyes narrow slightly.
"It was the only thing I could think of that would work! I'm not exactly impressed with myself, either."
A slight tilt to the side. "I had rather been under the impression that you simply…" He holds out his hand vertically, just in front of his chest, then waves it to the side.
I shake my head. "No, you have to think in exactly the right way. Feel the right way. And I don't.. I didn't.. know him well enough to suggest anything else."
I look away, and shake my head again. "You.. compel yourself to hold to this extreme mode of thought.. at all times.. yourself?"
"I.. I suppose I do. If you keep it up for long enough, the extreme just becomes the new normal."
He shifts slightly in his seat. "I'm not wholly unfamiliar with the concept, sir."
Hah. I suppose he's not. Wonder why Batman never got a power ring? Right, what else do I need to do? "I hope somebody's got a blooming good cover story for this, because this is well beyond Earth medicine."
Mister Pennyworth's eyes flick down for a moment. "Nil desperandum, sir. Any number of strange things could have happened. Perhaps, an unusually energetic reaction to some new medication?"
"It's a bit of a stretch, Mister Pennyworth."
"Only if he remains the responsibility of this hospital. Do not worry, sir. Matters are in hand."
I nod, and sit up. "Didn't.. Richard ask you to stay in the car?"
"He usually does, sir. But he's generally pleased to see me when his visit is over, nonetheless."
I can imagine. Ergh, alright, I'm not going to stop feeling like a puppy-kicker any time soon. Is there something I want to ask Mister Pennyworth? Something I could ask in a fairly public area? Oh, well…
"Mister Pennyworth. Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"Tell me honestly: how long do you think I've got before I start to sound like an American?"
A faint smile, and he appears to give the question due consideration.
"I mean, I'm sure they're a lovely people, but I-."
The door to Mister Grayson's room opens, and I cut myself off. Richard Junior stands in the opening, looking first at Mister Pennyworth, then myself. We look at him, waiting for him to speak.
"Alfred, could you..? Would you mind coming in here, please?"
He waits for a moment, but Richard says nothing else.
"Of course, Master Dick."
He picks up his bag, stands, and walks toward Richard, who stands aside to let him enter. Richard's looking at the ground near my feet. Well, yes. I'm certainly not expecting to be on his cool list any time soon after tha-.
"Paul, you should probably come in too. I want Uncle Rick to meet you when he wakes up."
He's looking me in the eyes now, and a small smile is back on his face. Mine too. I rise, and walk back into the room.