The worth of a heart.
Chapter 3: An old cyborg's duty to a friend.
I don't own Treasure Planet.
Silverstar pov
I sat in the hospital quietly. Morph flew around me trying to make me smile. He would chirp, make silly faces, and take funny forms, but still my mind never strayed from the fact that my father was dying in a hospital bed. I buried my face in my hands and tried not to cry. Why hadn't Father been wearing his solar crystal? Why? Morph chirped and rubbed against my face. I looked up at him and giggled a bit as he pulled out big eyes.
We sat there for a long time before anything happened. Suddenly, Morph looked around and flew off quickly. "Morph!" I yelped running after him. "Morph, come back!"
Silver pov
I had come to Montressor to visit Jim and see how he was. But, my leg started acting up, so I ended up here at the local hospital. I was sitting in a chair when I heard a familiar chirping followed by a call. Morph rounded the corner and looked down the hall it came from. Then, flew toward me chirping like mad. "Morph! Morph, get back here you trouble maker!" called a voice. The owner of the voice rounded the corner as Morph had. It was a girl, about sixteen. She had long chestnut brown hair tied back in a half up-half down style. Her eye were bluer then the clearest skies. She ran over and caught Morph. "Gotcha!" she yelped.
I knew that look of triumph. I had seen it on Jim's face on very few occasions. "Well, if I didn't know better, I'd say I'm lookin' at a Hopkins." I laughed. Her eyes went to me and she nodded. "Silverstar Hopkins, at your service." she offered me her and and I shook it. "How is Jimbo, eh? Haven't seen in a cupa years." the light in her eyes faded and looked away. "Not so good. He's why we're here." I felt fear creep into my heart. "What's happened, Lass? Come and tell and old cyborg." she sat down and told me about Scroop's son coming and he shot her father. "WHY WASN'T HE WEARING HIS SOLAR CRYSAL! IT WOULD HAVE REFRACTED THE BEAM LIKE MINE HAD!" she cried into her hands.
I rubbed the back of my neck and sighed "Now see here, Lass. What happened is in no way your fault. And, I'm sure your father will be fine." she shook her head. "You don't understand. He needs an artificial heart. But, we can't afford one. If we don't find him one in a week he's. . ." she shook her head in despair. I could seem to find the words to fix that. So I just placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'll help you where I can, little tike. I owe your father a great debt and I plan to see it paid." it was my duty to an old friend.
