The Glen was always silent in the smallest hours of the night in the dead of winter. Cicadas didn?t sing anymore, and the snow dampened the sound of creatures moving. Walking onto the balcony the moonlight beating off of the snow made it almost look like it was broad daylight. Every withered and writhing tree, stripped of leaves by the harsh autumn, was visible. The form of brush under the snow was all too apparent. Much as if it was midday.
The Carpathian knew better of course, because he was on the balcony, and he wasn?t burning alive. Coffee in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. Somewhere in the house the TV was on playing some random news station, a pleasant woman was telling him about the weather for the coming days and how midweek it seemed they would get some sun. Sun, pretty sure he wasn?t getting any of that, no matter if it came or not, he?d have no idea. Mason sipped while he watched the water under the thick layer of ice move to the whims of the moon. The river had been frozen over for days in this little enchanted piece of the Glen. It was in the trance of the waters struggle that he froze.
?The counter movement to Humanity First, Humility First, has suffered a tremendous hit, a vicious car bombing has left Humility First?s founder in critical condition. A cryptic video left on Ms. Winter?s blog has been repeatedly added and removed, it is currently not there, but we are working tirelessly to find it again so we may share it with you.? Mason has rushed into the house to the tv and tossed around everything to try and find the remote. He didn?t need the TV turned up, it was instinct. A man beside the woman was making comment about the story and how now perhaps the commutes to work would be less troublesome with less traffic. It boiled Mason?s blood but something caught his attention. There was a video from the scene, of an ambulance. Things began to click in his mind.
She was going to be in ICU, after a car bombing, in a city where people were put into ICU every day. Hundreds of them he?d venture to guess. All of those people, in all of that pain. The thought caused his breath to shorten and he paused the television and opened his laptop. It wasn?t hard to find where she was, reporters who didn?t have an entire story tended to pad it with unimportant details.
It wasn?t long after that Mason was at the hospital. These places were a plethora of death, even with his deadened telepathy and empathy, he could smell the reek of rotting mortals, the rott of a living person was much more frightening than that of a dead one. There was a finality to death but the struggle of a dying human? It was more than his stomach could take and he had to stop several times to regain his bearings.
When he made it to the ICU he was stopped by a nurse and he smiled. Hands dipped into the front pocket of his hoodie and he quickly removed the leather cuff on his wrist. ?You can?t be here, visiting hours are only until 5. You?ll have to come back tomorrow morning, any time after nine is fine. Also, only immediate family is allowed to...? He hadn?t heard a word she said, he had been accosted by every emotion, every thought, every searing scream of internal agony, all at once. A hand was held up to the woman as if to ask her to stop for a moment. Instead he carefully composed himself.
?My name is Mason Travis, I am Daphne Winter?s husband, ya called me earlier to come see my wife and sign some paperwork.? When Mason nodded the nurse nodded in agreement. ?Ya lost that paperwork, and yer terribly sorry.?
?I am terribly sorry I lost your paperwork Mister Travis, I could have sworn I put it down right here.? She was looking at an empty chart in her hand as if the paperwork had been there just a moment ago.
?Now, ya go find that paperwork for me okay? I am going to see my wife, when I return, you will have her medical report for me so I can take a look and we will talk again.? A smile from the Carpathian.
?Oh of course, her intake papers, yes, I?ll have them for you in?? He didn?t hear the rest because he?d already left her there scrambling on a hunt for something she wasn?t authorized to get in the first place. That should at least keep her busy in the meantime.
It wasn?t hard to find any single person, he knew her scent and the fact that she had fresh wounds meant that it probably smelt as if they?d painted the walls with her. At least to his delicate nose. The lights in the room were off save a single bar above the bed. It made the scene before him even more haunting than he could have imagined.
Daphne was there, as he knew she would be, bandaged as was to be expected, and hooked up to about every machine there was in the damn place. ?If ya knew you were Bionic right now,? he choked on the words. ?You?d be pretty damn impressed by yerself.? Hey, that?s how they were, he made bad jokes, and well, she laughed because she was too nice to tell him that he was a total dork.
Closing the space between them he carefully removed his hat and set it on the chair next to the bed. Fingers raked through his hair and he leaned to press an ear to her chest and listen. Everything in there seemed working right, and he couldn?t smell any apparent infection. Wondering for a moment if he needed to give her blood, he thought against it and wished he?d bottled it so he could have left it there for her. Foolish, but he was in such a panic he didn?t think. At that moment somewhere down the hall someone was coding and the feeling that reached the center of his chest had him staggering back from her to not share it with her.
That was why he was here. Collecting himself again he pulled the cuff from his pocket and looked at her tiny frail wrists. No, they?d take it off, he knew they would. In changing IVs and attaching monitors and the likes it would probably just get in the way. Carefully he pulled the blanket up over her foot and pulled down that atrocious brown sock with the white rubber grips on the bottom. Fastening it to her ankle, it was more snug than the wrist ever would be. A deep breath taken and he spoke softly. ?There ya go kiddo, that should help ya some, I reckon ya can?t heal if you?re trying to find your pain in the sea of everyone elses shit yeah? I am...leaving ya some cbd candy and a coupla power brownies so, whenever yer ready, ya just gimme a call.? He spoke softly and pulled them from his pocket and dropped them on the table by her bed. It was about then that the nurse returned.
?Mister Travis?? Mason turned and shook his head, that same hand lifted up as he wiggled his way into the woman's mind. It was like a puzzle of the last couple moments. But he found every piece that had anything to do with himself and carefully he plucked every single one from her head. She?d never remember his name, or his face, or even that someone had come to see the leader of the Humility First movement at all. He was careful to leave all else intact, but, no remembrance of him whatsoever. It was almost disgusting how easily humans could be manipulated and it made Mason hate himself just that much more. What was done was done though and after another look to Daphne, he choked on a breath and cleared his throat. He couldn?t stay here with her looking like this. With the pain coming from all sides, he could do nothing short of run, and he did. Right to the truck and right back to the Glen. Where he?d hideout, because if Milosh had any idea what he?d just done? He would have been dead meat.