Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 27, 2008 21:46:47 GMT -5
Chapter Thirteen – Whitelighters Need Not Apply
Chris had run into the hallway and started up the stairs before the sound of his father’s voice made him pause. “Where are you going?”
Chris down at his dad and then continued up the stairs, answering as he ran. “Wyatt was burned.”
Leo and Victor ran into the kitchen. Leo saw the remaining manticore and threw the vial at him. The manticore exploded and the family focused on Wyatt’s injuries.
Upstairs, Chris ran down the hall and pushed open the door to the bathroom. Once through the door, Chris made his way to the medicine cabinet. He looked at several containers before grabbing a bottle of burn gel. Chris shoved the cupboard shut and ran out of the room.
Downstairs Victor was looking at the puddles left behind by the various vials. Some were still steaming. Others had been cooled by the water that had leaked out of the stream of cold water Chris had redirected at Wyatt.
“Is Chris all right?” Wyatt asked looking around.
Piper nodded.
“The demon didn’t hurt him?” Wyatt persisted.
Piper sighed. “He didn’t stay long enough for us to know.”
“Chris said you’re burned,” Leo told his son, concern in his eyes. “What happened?”
“I’m not really sure,” Wyatt admitted. “It appears that the demons had vials of boiling water.”
Victor pointed at one of the boiling puddles. “Why is it still boiling?”
“Throw water on it,” Wyatt directed. “That’s what Chris did to my back.” Wyatt winced as he moved. The pain was started to get worse. The burning hadn’t stopped, only slowed.
Chris walked into the room, pouring burned gel into his hand. “Wy, take off your shirt.”
Wyatt reached back and slowly pealed his shirt off, wincing as his burnt skin protested.
With the empty hand, Chris put the bottle onto the table.
Behind him, Victor got a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with water. He poured the water on one of the boiling puddles, instantly cooling it. He walked back to the sink and repeated the process, taking on the puddles one by one.
Once Wyatt’s shirt was off, Chris rubbed the gel onto his brother’s back.
Wincing, Wyatt complained at his brother, “That stings.”
“Be quite, you big baby,” Chris teased. “It’s better than just letting it burn.”
“Why don’t you just heal him?” Victor wanted to know.
Chris stopped and looked at Victor with regret. “I can’t heal. And though Wyatt can, he can’t heal himself. That’s not how it works.” Chris looked over at his mom. “Do you think you can come up with some sort of healing potion or gel or something?”
Piper paused in thought and then nodded. “I think I can make something up for burns.” Piper started looking through the cupboards.
Chris sighed. “Thanks, Mom.” Turning his attention back to his brother, he asked, “Can you stand?”
Just to prove he could, Wyatt stood. “My legs are just fine. Thank you.” Wyatt winced.
“I don’t get it,” Victor commented confused. “If you can’t heal him, Chris, then why not find someone who can?”
“We don’t need them,” Wyatt stated firmly.
“Dealing with other whitelighters means dealing with elders,” Chris told him. Except it didn’t exactly. He bet he could get a whitelighter there without going through the elders. He knew the names of two, but Wyatt had said no, and it was Wyatt’s back.
“Besides,” Wyatt added, “a witch can only call their own whitelighter. We neither have nor need one.”
On that, Chris agreed. They didn’t need to call a whitelighter. Wyatt was going to be fine.
Leo looked at his two sons and nodded. “I’m going to get some gauze for Wyatt’s wound, so that the wound is covered while Piper works on a potion.”
Wyatt turned a grin at his dad. “Thanks, Dad.”
Leo left in search of the gauze.
Wyatt turned his gaze to Chris. “And thank you, little bro.” With concern in his voice he asked, “How are you doing?”
Chris froze. He was very still for several seconds before he looked at Wyatt. “I’ve been better. My head doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Wyatt heard the hesitation in his brother’s voice. “And?”
Chris sighed. “Wy, when my memory was limited there were things I didn’t want to tell you. That goes about quadruple now.”
Wyatt winced, but this time not from the physical pain. “That bad?”
Chris nodded, reluctantly. “It’s my problem thought, not yours.”
Wyatt shook his head and walked over to Chris. “No, Chris. You’re wrong. This involves all of us. We are your family. What hurts you, even alternate versions of ourselves, it hurts us, too.”
Victor walked over to Chris and gave him a hug. When Victor let go there was a smile on Chris’ face. “Thanks. Both of you.”
Chris down at his dad and then continued up the stairs, answering as he ran. “Wyatt was burned.”
Leo and Victor ran into the kitchen. Leo saw the remaining manticore and threw the vial at him. The manticore exploded and the family focused on Wyatt’s injuries.
Upstairs, Chris ran down the hall and pushed open the door to the bathroom. Once through the door, Chris made his way to the medicine cabinet. He looked at several containers before grabbing a bottle of burn gel. Chris shoved the cupboard shut and ran out of the room.
Downstairs Victor was looking at the puddles left behind by the various vials. Some were still steaming. Others had been cooled by the water that had leaked out of the stream of cold water Chris had redirected at Wyatt.
“Is Chris all right?” Wyatt asked looking around.
Piper nodded.
“The demon didn’t hurt him?” Wyatt persisted.
Piper sighed. “He didn’t stay long enough for us to know.”
“Chris said you’re burned,” Leo told his son, concern in his eyes. “What happened?”
“I’m not really sure,” Wyatt admitted. “It appears that the demons had vials of boiling water.”
Victor pointed at one of the boiling puddles. “Why is it still boiling?”
“Throw water on it,” Wyatt directed. “That’s what Chris did to my back.” Wyatt winced as he moved. The pain was started to get worse. The burning hadn’t stopped, only slowed.
Chris walked into the room, pouring burned gel into his hand. “Wy, take off your shirt.”
Wyatt reached back and slowly pealed his shirt off, wincing as his burnt skin protested.
With the empty hand, Chris put the bottle onto the table.
Behind him, Victor got a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with water. He poured the water on one of the boiling puddles, instantly cooling it. He walked back to the sink and repeated the process, taking on the puddles one by one.
Once Wyatt’s shirt was off, Chris rubbed the gel onto his brother’s back.
Wincing, Wyatt complained at his brother, “That stings.”
“Be quite, you big baby,” Chris teased. “It’s better than just letting it burn.”
“Why don’t you just heal him?” Victor wanted to know.
Chris stopped and looked at Victor with regret. “I can’t heal. And though Wyatt can, he can’t heal himself. That’s not how it works.” Chris looked over at his mom. “Do you think you can come up with some sort of healing potion or gel or something?”
Piper paused in thought and then nodded. “I think I can make something up for burns.” Piper started looking through the cupboards.
Chris sighed. “Thanks, Mom.” Turning his attention back to his brother, he asked, “Can you stand?”
Just to prove he could, Wyatt stood. “My legs are just fine. Thank you.” Wyatt winced.
“I don’t get it,” Victor commented confused. “If you can’t heal him, Chris, then why not find someone who can?”
“We don’t need them,” Wyatt stated firmly.
“Dealing with other whitelighters means dealing with elders,” Chris told him. Except it didn’t exactly. He bet he could get a whitelighter there without going through the elders. He knew the names of two, but Wyatt had said no, and it was Wyatt’s back.
“Besides,” Wyatt added, “a witch can only call their own whitelighter. We neither have nor need one.”
On that, Chris agreed. They didn’t need to call a whitelighter. Wyatt was going to be fine.
Leo looked at his two sons and nodded. “I’m going to get some gauze for Wyatt’s wound, so that the wound is covered while Piper works on a potion.”
Wyatt turned a grin at his dad. “Thanks, Dad.”
Leo left in search of the gauze.
Wyatt turned his gaze to Chris. “And thank you, little bro.” With concern in his voice he asked, “How are you doing?”
Chris froze. He was very still for several seconds before he looked at Wyatt. “I’ve been better. My head doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Wyatt heard the hesitation in his brother’s voice. “And?”
Chris sighed. “Wy, when my memory was limited there were things I didn’t want to tell you. That goes about quadruple now.”
Wyatt winced, but this time not from the physical pain. “That bad?”
Chris nodded, reluctantly. “It’s my problem thought, not yours.”
Wyatt shook his head and walked over to Chris. “No, Chris. You’re wrong. This involves all of us. We are your family. What hurts you, even alternate versions of ourselves, it hurts us, too.”
Victor walked over to Chris and gave him a hug. When Victor let go there was a smile on Chris’ face. “Thanks. Both of you.”