Week 6 Tuesday continued
Just like any other time he fell asleep, she showed up.
He was in a bad enough mood that it overpowered his fear.
She sauntered up and went to kiss him and her face ended up resting in the palm of his hand.
The look she gave him was both confused and offended.
"You're obviously not going away." He stated. "I've told you to leave before."
"Listen, mortal." She stepped up, shoving him to sit in the chair but he managed to bounce back and shoved her away. She was quite surprised and that grew into anger.
He didn't give her the chance to assert herself again. "No!" He rooted his footing. "You're not going to use me anymore. I'm not that kind of guy." He said with authority. He saw something flicker in her eyes and some emotion flash across her face so fast that he couldn't read it.
"You want me? You answer me! Get to know me like everyone else!" He sat on his own as his back was hurting. Crossing one leg over the other, his right elbow on the arm rest and cheek in his hand. He briefly waved his free hand, indicating her apearance. "Why do you look like this?"
"Am I not beautiful?" She asked in response, again offended.
"No, you are pretty, but why look like..."
"I'm dead." She finished.
He nodded yes.
"Oh, I see, you like them lively." As she made her conclusion she changed from a her dead version, in pale skin and dull, flat, messy hair with her milky eyes to a vibrant girl with vibrant, bouncy golden hair, amber eyes and bronze skin. "Now, I've changed let us begin our..." He put his foot up, stopping her again as she pressed her stomach into the sole of his foot.
"Like I said. I'm tired of being used." He lowered his foot.
"What do you want!?" She growled out angrily.
"A choice. To get to know eachother so I can make that choice." He explained. "What's your favorite color?"
She was not expecting that. She was taken over by confusion. Her mouth opened and closed a few times. Her stare grew distant and she looked lost. "I... We don't have much... color here. I..." She blinked. "What does it matter?" The anger rose in her again.
"Favorite music?" Lincoln asked.
The same confused look reappeared on her face. It turned to a look of disbelief as her arms and shoulders sagged and her knees knocked together.
"Well?" He pretty much demanded.
"No music here either. When I was working it was just... background noise."
"Why me?" He asked.
She stood up straighter and grinned wide. He saw lust burning in her eyes and she stepped foreward, her eyes dropping to his lap as she licked her lips.
"No." He said firmly, this time stopping her without any contact. "That can't be the only reason."
"I feel a rage in you." She told him. "I feel your strength, too!" She dropped to her knees and crawled foreward a little. "I see anger and hurt, you know, we're drawn to that." She grinned.
"Not good enough." Lincoln stood up.
He started to walk and heard her call a brief "Wait!"
He turned to see the confusion on her face. Uncertainty as well. He started to get the idea that others had never turned her down or were able to resist her.
"You... you... you are asthetically pleasing to me. That hair and your muscles." She stopped talking.
"Looks. Just, looks." He stated.
She nodded yes.
"Looks aren't everything." He turned and started to walk, only to feel himself fall and impact stone. His legs didn't work. He had an urgent sense of self preservation and started to crawl.
Then, there was nothing.
I.R.L.
"Young man, are you okay?" The homeless man fell back with a cry of surprise as the bloody boy with white hair sat up quickly. When the boy turned to look at him the man ran. He would never forget those empty black eyes set in that freckled face just under that white hair.
Standing up the white haired boy looked himself over. Except a female voice spoke out. "Well fuck! This is not good." The boy looked into his pants. "How'm I supposed to get fucked now?"
The feeling on his back was wet, and sore. The smell of blood was strong. "This explains a lot." Lincoln's body looked around. Then searched his pockets. "Aha!" He pulled a cellphone from his pocket. "Now how the hell do I work this thing?"
Loud residence.
Mika sat on the porch eating a pudding cup when her phone rang. She answered it sounding bored. "Hey."
"Mika, I'm in the woods there's a swing set in a clearing and I need help!"
"Who is this?" Mika asked around her spoon.
"Who does it sound like?" Then spoken away from the reciever. "Umm... fuck what's my name?" The voice rose back up to the reciever. "It's Landon! No... no... Lincoln, right? I'm Lincoln! Yeah! YEAH! Lincoln!"
"Very funny." Mika hung up.
In the dark of the park the boy stood repeating theirself into the phone. "Hello? Hello?"
He was about to throw it but saw a thing reading camera. "Yes! Idea!" He pushed the buttons.
One set made a line appear and go up and down.
Another turned the screen on and off. After a fumble he accidentally hit an icon. He figured out how to clear that and found one that read camera. He pressed it and a camera came up. "Aha yes yes!" It took a bit more and there was a flash. There was enough of Lincoln in the shot to tell it was him as well as there being something wrong. It took a bit more trial and error but the male managed to send the picture.
Mika was just dressed for bed when her phone buzzed. She looked at the screen and rushed to grab her keys.
Twenty minutes later Mika was gripping the boy by the shoulders and holding him off the ground. "Where's Lincoln!?"
"Easy, little sister, Lincoln's here. I don't think they'd like you hurting his body any more than it has been."
"Genairre?" Mika asked shocked.
"Yeah. Hi!"
"Shinji's going to be so pissed."
"I think that I've earned a few points. But, I don't think we should tell her." Lincoln's body grinned.
"Why is he hurt? What did you do?" Mika started to shake the boy.
"Hey hey hey hey!" Lincoln shook his head left to right to clear the daze. "You think a teen could get shaken baby syndrom?"
Mika had to calm herself down and set the possessed boy on his feet.
"Besides, I didn't do anything. He fell in the dreamscape, I woke up in this." She motioned to the body. "I forgot how much humans bleed. There's like, what, a gallon or more here?" She looked over the clothes and motioned to the blood leading back into the dense garden area with the hiking trail.
"Are you hurt?"
Genairre shrugged. "Kinda numb. Don't really feel much." She blinked once as she held the blank stare she was giving Mika.
"You're the one that's been giving him nightmares!" Mika concluded.
"Way to make a girl feel good, Hon."
"J-just let me take a look at you... him! Take a look at him." Mika pulled the body to the little concrete structure that was the restroom. Inside she used the light to inspect Lincoln's body and found two stab wounds in his back. By all accounts he shouldn't be walking, he could possibly even be dead. "Right, possession!"
"... Is nine tenths of the law. If I didn't like playing with it so much, I'd keep it."
"Focus!" Mika slapped the boy.
"You know I like that, right." Genairre said with a wry grin.
"Can't you... do your thing? Heal him?"
"I need to be in a female body. I also need to have sex with the patient."
"I know that's bullshit! The sex part." Lincoln's body frowned. It was really weirding Mika out seeing one person a talking with another.
"The power of three." Genairre suggested.
"Where do we get the third, huh, smarty pants?" Mika resisted slapping Genairre because it was Lincoln's body.
"Lincoln is a warlock. Ge has this power he's been using over me!" Mika smirked and Genairre continued. "The guy has power and a strong will, if we can use a little of it, we can heal him enough to get him to a hospital." She popped Lincoln's back. "And maybe allow him to walk in the future."
"One last thing before I agree. What do you get out of this?" Mika glared.
"My new favorite toy gets fixed, maybe your older sister doesn't try and kill me."
"I make no promises about the second one." Mika admitted.
"Fair enough." Genairre pulled Lincoln's shirt back down. "You drive, technically I'll be multitasking."
Mika ran five stoplights. She couldn't call to let anyone know about Lincoln. One hand was on the wheel the other gripping his. The car was brought right up to the hospital doors. Mika rushed around to the passengers side and gathered Lincoln in her arms.
"I'm sorry about this. I can't have you remember." Genairre whispered as Mika carried Lincoln.
"What?" Lincoln's fingers brushed across Mika's temple and she collapsed with the boy sprawled across her.
Mika came to on a gurney, brought out of her unconcious state by a bright light moving between her eyes. "Get that light out of my eyes!" She smacked someone's hand and forced herself up, over powering the orderlies that tried to force her lie back down.
"Hands off me!" She was up on her feet. "Where's my nephew? White hair, buck teeth, freckles. I think he was stabbed. His name is Lincoln... Get off me!" She shouted at an orderly. "I'm fine!" She shoved the man away. "Next person to touch me gets a broken nose!" She had her finger in another orderly's face.
"Ma'am, I need you to calm down." He said as if trying to pacify her.
"I'd be a lot calmer if people kept their hands to themselves. I don't like being touched! If you find me in a ditch bleeding to death, let me die! Got it?"
"Okay. Okay. We won't touch you." She took notice of him warning off people behind her.
She calmed. "My nephew. Please. Where is he." She started to shake as she felt the weight of the situation.
"The boy..."
"Lincoln is not a boy. He really stepped up after his parents passed. It's safe to call him a young man." Mika felt it important that people knew this.
"Okay. Okay. He is in the O.R. He's lost a lot of blood."
"I need to call his sisters. He's their only brother." She started to weep. "I need scrubs. I'm ... I'm a doctor. I don't practice but I, uh, I keep up. You know." She gave him a heart wrenching look. "I need to be there. Please!"
"Doyal! I know this woman. Do as she asks."
"Yes, Doctor Bonce." The orderly, Doyal, he looked at Mika and reluctantly took her to prep for the O.R.
Lincoln was laid out on his stomach. Doctor Bonce talked calmly about his last round of golf. There was some laughter as he realized that he had mixed up Mika with Shinji. "Two doctors in one family!" He laughed.
Mika explained that though Shinji did take medical courses, she had dropped out. Mika herself had never practiced, though they had used her as the office nurse at her first job. Mostly treating paper cuts and fatigue.
"Too bad." Bonce had replied.
When Mika mentioned that her big sister was still a doctor Bonce paused, made the connection and said. "That explains the quotes from Freud. She's funny, so I guess she's not so bad." As Bonce started to work on Lincoln again he finished with. "For a quack."
Mika had a feeling that Bonce may have had a PHD of his own hidden away somewhere as she was feeling a lot more at ease.
She felt like a glorified nurse as she passed the requested intruments to Bonce when asked.
Doyal had just clocked out when the hospital doors opened and a rush of girls and women came in. He saw doubles of one who had given him some trouble earlier.
The one in black frightened him, but he had to step up. "Ma'am, there are no animals allowed in the hospital!" He said firmly.
She waved the girls on. "He's a service animal. I have PTSD. My sister called. Our nephew was brought in, and hospitals really freak me out!" The feline appeared to be hugging her protectively. "I couldn't find his fucking vest but I got his tags!" She fumbled with the clasp a couple of tries and finally removed them to let Doyal take a look. "If that isn't good enough I have a badge and a gun and I can lie really well. I am in no mood to play." She added.
Doyal took a look at her. She was sweating, shaking like a leaf, her free arm was held tightly to her body, her eyes darted around like she was a junky having a bad trip and she looked like she was going to vomit.
"Please don't ask if I'm okay. I am not." She told him.
"This way ma'am." He handed her the collar and took her hand. Leading her to the observation room. The rest of the crowd falling in behind them. "Are you a doctor too?" He asked sarcastically.
"Kinda. Got deployed. Finished my PHD if that counts." She answered.
"Do you want to assist Doctor Bonce too?" He asked.
"Bad enough that I'm just here. I think I'd better stay with them." She said, thanked him for the offer and asked where the coffee machine was.
It was dead quiet in the hall. They all made mention about how they were glad that it was a slow night. Becuase that meant other people were safe, and that it meant more time to be given to Lincoln.
It was now officially Wednesday.
Nearly six weeks since their parents passed and their brother was being "patched up" as Shinji put it.
"They're topping off his fluids again." Shinji nodded towards the nurse with the pints of blood.
"I'm going to go donate some." Luan got up. Soon several of the Loud crowd had departed for that reason, following the comedian.
Shinji sat hugging Lily and Fskit close.
She decided to draw with Lily to pass the time. "He'll be okay, Dearest." Lily patted her arm. "Hand me the orange."
This went on until the little girl fell back asleep.
"That was a big knife!" Bonce came out and shook Shinji's hand. He gave Fskit a scratch behind the ear. "You're sister is like magic!" He said with a flourish of his hands. "I also hear we have had a few donations." He looked at the girls sleeping on the waiting room floor. "They have had a long night, should I wake them to tell them the good news?"
Shinji nodded and helped Bonce wake up the girls. Lily recognized him and got a hug. "I knew I liked you!" She told him.
Lucy too greeted him and then introduced him to her grateful sisters and Yuki.
Lincoln had been moved to a private room, being given the extra space for at least a few of his sisters to stay at any given time.
"Bonce, I know money doesn't mean anything, but what does your hospital need?" The three Kanaan sisters and three other women, who had areived later, gathered around. Each of them taking out check books.
"Where do I start? We're state run." He said in humor. He was left speechless as Mika gave him the first slip of paper and he saw that the ammount was left blank.
Week 6 Sunday
Lincoln opened his eyes to a black ball of fur on his chest. It raised it's head. "Hey, Fskit." He said tiredly.
"That cat has spent more time here than we have." Luan yawned. She gave him a kiss. "How do you feel?"
"Good. Good!" He smiled. "I think it's the moriphine." He told her. "I also feel great. My beautiful clown is here."
Luan caught glimpse of herself in the monitor. She took off her nose. "I entertained the kids. Had to keep from going crazy." She petted Fskit. "He is very smart, and very well trained!"
"Is he a better assistant than me?" Lincoln asked.
"Much better, and he doesn't have fleas." She scratched her brother's head.
"Oh, don't make me laugh, even though it hurts so good!"
She kissed him again. "Did you sleep well?" He nodded that he had. "I'm going to let the others know."
"I'll try to stay awake. I'm feeling pretty..."
"Oh so pretty?" Luan asked as he trailed off.
"And witty and bright." He added with a smile. He made Luan laugh, he felt like he had done his job.
She got a serious look on her face and he looked worried. "We promised that whoever was here when you woke up would tell you this."
She took a breath to gain some composure.
"You're not the only one in the hospital. Eddie was identified last night." She held up her hand letting him know that she had more to say.
"He was beaten and left in a ditch a few towns over. He showed signs of being held captive. They had to put him in a coma, Lincoln. The R.W.P.D. stopped by. They wanted to know if we might know who did that to him. You were listed as his emergency contact." She took Lincoln's hand. "We all told them to ask you, Clyde and Liam. Now that you're awake, they might stop by with some questions. You up for that?"
"The rest of Rusty's gang. His step father. His step father's friends." Lincoln listed, letting her know that he was.
"They also want to know who had hurt you. Any ideas?" She asked.
"A few. I think I need to handle it on my own." He tightened his grip on Luan's hand. "I'm no gangster, but I think I need to send a clear message. Would you forgive me?"
Luan nodded. "Just wait until you're ready."
"Maybe... maybe I can learn from Shinji and the others too." The last part was a question, like he was asking if it was alright.
Again she nodded. "I probably couldn't, but, our family..." She curled her hair around her finger with worry. "Lincoln. What if Jackson hurts another one of us?"
He was a little surprised that Luan had drawn the same conclusion that he had on who attacked him.
"Thank you!" He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. "Thank you."
"He has a new phone." She admitted sadly.
"Are you alright?" He asked with concern. She nodded. "He's just annoying. I don't believe his lies anymore." She was about to kiss him again but the nurse walked in. "Get well soon!" He knew what she meant.
"I promise." He told her.