The BPRD was empty today. Abraham Sapien walked the corridors alone, silent and brooding. Liz was probably at the doctor's and Red was probably out pummeling monsters, as he had been doing a lot lately. Abe himself wouldn't mind bashing some skulls. Perhaps it would help release some of his anxiety and grief.
The last month had been a whirlwind of emotion and crap. After the defeat of Prince Nuada and the army, and the death of Princess Nuala(Low Blow #1), the gang had 'quit' the BPRD. But, much to Manning's satisfaction, they spent a week being shunned by every human they came in contact with, and wound up back at New Jersey HQ. That was Low Blow #2. Then, Liz had lost the babies. She took it hard, but Red had taken it harder. He was having a rough time adjusting, and was spending most of his time beating monsters to a pulp up and down the East Coast.
But at least they still had each other. They still could hold onto their love. Abe had had a glimmer of that, but lost it to the suicide dragon that raged inside of psychotic Prince Nuada. The princess, the beautiful, fascinating, amazing Princess Nuala, had sacrificed herself for the benefit of the entire world. All because that asshole was too proud to realize what a prick he was. In that moment, as she speared herself through, Abraham had lost his first, and probably his only, love.
He walked the halls of the BPRD, sullen, bitter, angry, and falling into depression.
"Abe!" Liz's familiar voice rang through the empty corridor. Abe turned, blinking and flaring his gills.
"What?" he said hoarsely, focusing on the dark haired woman. A cigarette hung from her parted lips, glowing red.
"Have you seen Red? He's been gone like three days, he won't answer his phone, and he turned off his locator."
Abe was surprised. "I haven't. Did he say anything to you?"
"Nothing," she considered for a moment, taking a drag from the cigarette, "Wait. He said he had a lead on one of those frog monster thingies."
"Then that's were he is. Don't worry, he'll turn up shortly."
As if on cue, a loud crash rang through the halls of the building, followed by a familiar voice barking orders. Both Abe and Liz looked toward the source of the noise, in the main lobby, at each other, and then they took off in the direction of the entrance.
Hellboy was standing tall, among several shorter hospital wing staff, all crowded around a gurney.
"Why'd you bring her here?" one asked.
"Wasn't thinking."
"How long ago did she hit her head?"
"Five hours."
"How the hell'd you get here so fast?"
"I've got connections. Now, quit askin' me stupid questions and help the child!" Red finally demanded. The hospital staff wheeled the gurney away and Abe caught a glimpse of tanned skin and golden hair. He looked at Red curiously.
"She got hurt by the frog. I couldn't leave her," he explained. Liz shook her head and wrapped him in a hug. Abe didn't say much. Krauss and Manning wouldn't be happy about this.
"This is a bad idea. She's not cleared, she's probably a complete idiot. Manning is going to have your head mounted over his mantle," Abe grunted, his fins flaring a bit.
"He can blow me," Red retaliated, "Plus, stuff like this always happens for a reason. At least to me it does."
"This had better be a damn good reason."