Chapter 12
Nana's wailing scream could be heard throughout the mansion. Glass shattered, ears bleed, Yoshi began having uncontrollable spasms as the Eskimo child ran through the hallways, screaming and sobbing and screaming, Samus chasing after her, shouting just as loud for her to stop.
It wasn't until Nana turned a blind corner and Wolf caught her by the back of the parka that she stopped her panicked flight, though her legs still moved in a comical motion, as if trying to run through the air. Wolf struggled to get a good grip on her, Nana was squirming so intensely, kicking and lashing with so much force, stray limbs hitting his chest, there was absolutely no doubt he would have bruises beneath his fur for weeks to come. Particularly when one of her cleats caught him in the gut, his instinct told him to brain the girl against a wall, but he kept his composure.
"What the hell happened?" he demanded, swallowing a pained growl.
"I was showing her how to scramble eggs and she burned her hand," Samus said, finally catching up.
Wolf looked down at the throbbing, crimson skin on Nana's ungloved hand, and felt the salty tears drip down her face and wet the fur on his arm. "Nana," he said in a calm voice, whispering into her voice. "What's twenty-seven times forty-three?"
"What?" she cried. "What does that have to…?" She wheezed once or twice, sobbed a little more. "What's twenty-seven times forty-three?"
"Do me a favor. Figure it out. Its extremely important." Wolf cocked his head for Samus to follow as he rushed down the hallway, back towards the kitchen, Nana's wailing replaced by her working numbers around in her head. "Twenty-seven times forty-three. Seven times three is twenty one. And then you put the zero as the place holder, or is that division…"
"That's great, Nana," Wolf muttered, as he opened the freezer and pulled out an ice pack. He placed it in Nana's burned hand, and immediately she let out a low purr, practically melting in his arms, which was creepy given how young she was.
"That feels so nice."
"Now go find the doctor and tell him to put on some ointment, alright?"
"But what's twenty-seven times forty-three?" she asked.
"How the hell should I know?" he snapped.
What is twenty-seven times forty-three? Tune in tomorrow for the exciting answer.