Derek stopped at the clinic, glad he could take his friend home. He knew
the castle on Angel Island wouldn't provide true safety, they had been
attacked in the house to many times for that, but it was saver then this
clinic. When he came around the corner, heading towards the waiting room,
he already saw Nick waiting there in a wheelchair, ready to get the hell
out of here. Derek smiled to his younger friend, relieved to see some
colour on his face. Nick looked up and grinned, pointing to his wheelchair.
"Check out my new set of wheels!," he joked. James grinned, he already took a liking of the young man, who had been through a lot of pain and probably still was, but that didn't interfere with his mood. Derek smiled at Nick's remark, while looking to James.
"Are there changes, things I need to know before I take our roadrunner home?"
James nodded, giving Derek a package of painkillers.
"He can't walk or use his hands, he needs lots of rest and fluids and if the pain get's too much, give him one of the painkillers. Follow the prescription, these are morphine based and get addicted if you
give him too much."
Nick snorted.
"Does he need to change my diaper as well?"
James laughed, pushing Nick's chair to the exit. "Only if you wet your pants Nicky."
He helped Derek with settling Nick in the car, growing serious as soon as Nick was out of hearing range. "I've send a lot of blood packages to Dr. Corrigan, in case you're going to need them."
Derek smiled, shaking his friend's hand. "Thank you James, for all
your help."
"No problem Derek, I like the kid. I hope things will work out for him."
Derek nodded, his expression grim. "Me too James, me too." He stepped in his car, driving slowly and carefully back to the island, afraid to cause more pain to Nick. Nick noticed that all to well and didn't like it.
"If you guys are going to treat me like I'm some kind of fragile doll, you'd better drop me of some place else. I've been injured before ya know. And sure it hurts, but you're acting strange and it kinda freaks me out."
Derek glanced at him, not sure if he should tell it all to Nick, if it was even wise to tell him. But seeing the mock expression on his face and the angry glare his colleague gave him, he'd better tell soon or else they had to put up with moody Nick. And that was something they all dreaded. So he told his friend to relax and told him everything he knew.
Rachel and Alex were waiting by the door as soon as they saw the ferry approaching the house. Rachel helped Derek to unload the wheelchair as Derek picked up Nick from the car, helping him in his set of wheels, as Nick called it. Alex noticed her friend's expression and knew Derek told him the whole story. She waited for Rachel to roll Nick inside and then turned to Derek.
"How did he take it?"
Derek sighed, looking to the dark sky. "Goot, considering the fact I just told him the only way to save him, and the only way we know of,
is him to die."
Alex looked at him in shock, her eyes growing big in horror.
"Excuse me? Did you say die?"
Derek was still avoiding her gaze, pretending the dark sky had some interesting things to look at.
"I found that out just before Rachel came in, and I didn't know how to tell you. If Nick dies because of the bleedings, the seven plagues will wipe out all life on this planet. If he dies because of Gott knows what rituals the followers have planned, Satan will rule this world."
Alex looked at him, her eyes filled with tears, not bothering to hide them and gripped his arm, forcing him to look at her.
"That doesn't mean he has to die, does it? There has to be some way to save him."
Derek looked her straight in the eyes this time, with a determined look on his face.
"The only way we can save this planet and the only way to save Nick is to let him die in peace, without any more pain."
Alex snorted angry. "I can't believe you're saying this.....to kill Nick you mean? We have to kill Nick to save this earth and you act like it's an everyday problem."
"No Alex, I act like the precept I am. I talked about it with Nick and he agrees, he doesn't want to be the cause of the downfall of this planet. We're the Legacy Alex, we're here to protect mankind against the dark side. How hard that may be sometimes may be."
Alex cried more now, hoping she would wake up, discovering it was just a night mare, a bad dream.
"Why don't you just shoot Nick in the back? Isn't it the same as what you're suggesting now?"
This time Derek became angered, he hated this as much as Alex did, he didn't want to loose the man he thought of like a son, but what choice did he have? He couldn't let him suffer like that, slowly bleeding to death. And he couldn't let him die in some kind of ritual where Nick would probably be doomed to hell.
"We're doing it tomorrow Alex, I already arranged somebody to inject the morphine."
Alex looked at her so called friend with pure hatred.
"Yeah me too, I'm really disappointed in you Derek Rayne, I thought you were a man that stood by his team, no matter what. That you would stick up for them but I guess I'm wrong."
With that she walked away, leaving Derek behind. He didn't blame her, he could understand her anger. And he had expected it from Nick too, but Nick had taken it without objection. But how could he kill one of his own? How could a god even let that happen? He remembered the speech he gave at Julia's funeral, about there was a god in heaven. Right now only Satan could be up there, with this kind of cruel act. He made his way to the house, to tell his other member the bad news.
"Check out my new set of wheels!," he joked. James grinned, he already took a liking of the young man, who had been through a lot of pain and probably still was, but that didn't interfere with his mood. Derek smiled at Nick's remark, while looking to James.
"Are there changes, things I need to know before I take our roadrunner home?"
James nodded, giving Derek a package of painkillers.
"He can't walk or use his hands, he needs lots of rest and fluids and if the pain get's too much, give him one of the painkillers. Follow the prescription, these are morphine based and get addicted if you
give him too much."
Nick snorted.
"Does he need to change my diaper as well?"
James laughed, pushing Nick's chair to the exit. "Only if you wet your pants Nicky."
He helped Derek with settling Nick in the car, growing serious as soon as Nick was out of hearing range. "I've send a lot of blood packages to Dr. Corrigan, in case you're going to need them."
Derek smiled, shaking his friend's hand. "Thank you James, for all
your help."
"No problem Derek, I like the kid. I hope things will work out for him."
Derek nodded, his expression grim. "Me too James, me too." He stepped in his car, driving slowly and carefully back to the island, afraid to cause more pain to Nick. Nick noticed that all to well and didn't like it.
"If you guys are going to treat me like I'm some kind of fragile doll, you'd better drop me of some place else. I've been injured before ya know. And sure it hurts, but you're acting strange and it kinda freaks me out."
Derek glanced at him, not sure if he should tell it all to Nick, if it was even wise to tell him. But seeing the mock expression on his face and the angry glare his colleague gave him, he'd better tell soon or else they had to put up with moody Nick. And that was something they all dreaded. So he told his friend to relax and told him everything he knew.
Rachel and Alex were waiting by the door as soon as they saw the ferry approaching the house. Rachel helped Derek to unload the wheelchair as Derek picked up Nick from the car, helping him in his set of wheels, as Nick called it. Alex noticed her friend's expression and knew Derek told him the whole story. She waited for Rachel to roll Nick inside and then turned to Derek.
"How did he take it?"
Derek sighed, looking to the dark sky. "Goot, considering the fact I just told him the only way to save him, and the only way we know of,
is him to die."
Alex looked at him in shock, her eyes growing big in horror.
"Excuse me? Did you say die?"
Derek was still avoiding her gaze, pretending the dark sky had some interesting things to look at.
"I found that out just before Rachel came in, and I didn't know how to tell you. If Nick dies because of the bleedings, the seven plagues will wipe out all life on this planet. If he dies because of Gott knows what rituals the followers have planned, Satan will rule this world."
Alex looked at him, her eyes filled with tears, not bothering to hide them and gripped his arm, forcing him to look at her.
"That doesn't mean he has to die, does it? There has to be some way to save him."
Derek looked her straight in the eyes this time, with a determined look on his face.
"The only way we can save this planet and the only way to save Nick is to let him die in peace, without any more pain."
Alex snorted angry. "I can't believe you're saying this.....to kill Nick you mean? We have to kill Nick to save this earth and you act like it's an everyday problem."
"No Alex, I act like the precept I am. I talked about it with Nick and he agrees, he doesn't want to be the cause of the downfall of this planet. We're the Legacy Alex, we're here to protect mankind against the dark side. How hard that may be sometimes may be."
Alex cried more now, hoping she would wake up, discovering it was just a night mare, a bad dream.
"Why don't you just shoot Nick in the back? Isn't it the same as what you're suggesting now?"
This time Derek became angered, he hated this as much as Alex did, he didn't want to loose the man he thought of like a son, but what choice did he have? He couldn't let him suffer like that, slowly bleeding to death. And he couldn't let him die in some kind of ritual where Nick would probably be doomed to hell.
"We're doing it tomorrow Alex, I already arranged somebody to inject the morphine."
Alex looked at her so called friend with pure hatred.
"Yeah me too, I'm really disappointed in you Derek Rayne, I thought you were a man that stood by his team, no matter what. That you would stick up for them but I guess I'm wrong."
With that she walked away, leaving Derek behind. He didn't blame her, he could understand her anger. And he had expected it from Nick too, but Nick had taken it without objection. But how could he kill one of his own? How could a god even let that happen? He remembered the speech he gave at Julia's funeral, about there was a god in heaven. Right now only Satan could be up there, with this kind of cruel act. He made his way to the house, to tell his other member the bad news.