Goliath watched her go, and realized that he felt… nothing. No hurt, no anger. It wasn't indifference, not really, just a lingering sadness over what he had wanted for them once, many years ago.
He had put it out of his mind for many years, only to have his new found daughter bring it back. Then he'd felt an almost all consuming rage.
Now… there was only that brief flash of sadness, then it was gone as if it had disappeared into the darkness with her.
Instead of joining the officers below, he decided that he had already done his part and made his way back towards the parking area. The entire parking lot had been filled with police and rescue vehicles, their red and blue lights lighting the night. He found the boys first, as they were gathered in a small grouping outside of an ambulance.
"Mister…er… Detective Mason," Lexington shouted as he spotted the large man. "Over here."
Goliath nodded his acknowledgement, and walked quickly to join them. "How is she?"
"They aren't telling us anything," Brooklyn said with a shrug.
"Because you aren't her parent or even family," an EMT said as he climbed out the back of the ambulance. "Detective Mason," The EMT held out his hand and shook Goliath's hand. "Your daughter will be fine. She was given a paralytic, but she never lost consciousness. We have given her a drug cocktail that will reverse it a lot faster than letting it wear off on its own, but it will still take her a while."
"But she's okay?" Broadway burst out.
The EMT rolled his eyes. "I told you that she'd be fine, kid."
The boys all send the EMT a glare… behind his back, of course.
Goliath assumed that the boys had been there, getting in the way and generally wreaking havoc. They did stay by Angela's side, however, and for that he would be grateful.
"Will she need to go to the hospital?" Goliath asked, trying to ignore the boys' antics.
"No," The EMT said. "Now that she is able to speak and answer some questions, we know that the only thing that they gave her was the paralytic, similar to having certain kinds of surgery. She's not having trouble breathing, all of her stats are within the normal range. She is starting to speak and move around a bit, and is adamant about not going to the hospital if she doesn't need to. If she has any symptoms that pop up later, I would advise you to take her in to the ER, but she is able to go home as long as someone will be there to help her."
As one, the boys raised their hands to offer their help and Goliath knew that there would be no getting rid of them now.
Goliath climbed into the ambulance, and lifted his still mostly limp daughter from the gurney. "Are you sure that you want to come home?" he asked in concern. "Perhaps it would be best if you went to the hospital tonight."
"No," Angela said loudly. "Take me home, dad."
"Here," the EMT said, holding out a small white card to Goliath. Realizing that the man's hands were full, he handed it to the boys. After the boys had a short-lived fight over who got the card, the EMT sent Goliath a pitying look. "That card has my cell number, Detective. If you have any questions or concerns, you can call me. I am on shift until seven o'clock."
"Thank you," Goliath said, bowing his head in appreciation.
The EMT threw the boys one last glance. "I'd wish you good luck," He said with a sigh. "But I'll wish for you to have patience."
"Much appreciated," Goliath grumbled as he turned to step down out of the Ambulance.