Post by StoryGirl83 on Apr 26, 2009 17:55:34 GMT -5
Chapter Nineteen – Stubborn As a Halliwell
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Leo followed a young woman through the hall of the museum offices. She stopped in front of an office that said “Nathan Hensley” on the door. “Nathan and Wyatt are in there. I hope you can convince him to go see a doctor. That leg looks bad.”
Leo nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks.”
She smiled at him. “Wyatt never mentioned he had such a cute brother. I’m Monica.”
Leo’s eyes widened. Is she hitting on me?
She laughed at the look on his face. “Never mind. Go check on your brother.” That said she walked away.
Leo knocked on the door and waited.
The door opened and Nathan shrugged at him from the other side. “He’s still being stubborn.”
Leo looked across the room at his son sitting on the floor against the wall. One leg was hugged up against his chest while the other was straight out in front of him, or mostly straight. It was slightly bent in a place it should be bent.
Chris looked up at him with a grimace.
Leo glanced at Nathan. “And you expected something other than stubborn?” My boys come by that trait naturally.
Nathan laughed. “Good point. Now that you’re here I’m going to head back to work.” To Chris he added, “Be careful Wyatt.”
Chris gave a little wave, a wry smile on his face. “I’ll do what I can.”
Leo closed the door behind Nathan and looked at his son, trying to see the son that was actually there, not the son whose body was there. “Want me to take a look at that leg?”
“No healing while here. I can’t have a miraculous recovery.”
Leo shook his head. “Chris, even hobbling out of here, all the way to the car would be a ridiculous idea and probably wouldn’t work, because I can tell at a glance that isn’t a minor injury and most likely is broken as you believe. So either I heal you here or I orb you out and heal you at your Aunt’s, because you aren’t walking out of here like that. You can’t.”
Chris nodded. “Okay.”
Leo walked over to him and squatted down. He held his hands over Chris’s right leg and for the first time in over two decades he felt a familiar warmth fill him as a gold glow emanated from his hands and his son’s leg began to heal from the inside out. He stopped before Chris’ slacks leg could be healed. While he was sure that whichever of his sons actually owned those slacks didn’t want his clothes ripped, it would look too suspicious if someone came across them who knew something had happened.
Leo stood up and reached down to offer Chris his hand. “Want some help up?”
Chris nodded. “Thanks.”
As soon as Chris was on his feet he sighed. “Let’s get out of here. If I get attacked, again, I don’t want it to be here.” Chris winced as he put his wait on his foot. “It still hurts.”
“Could be another injury,” Leo suggested. “That one should be fully healed, but I only did a localized healing.”
Chris nodded. “That’s probably it. Makes it easy to limp at any rate.”
Leo chuckled gaining a glare from Chris. “Come on. I’ll finish up when we get there.”
Chris sighed and limped down the hall after his dad. He clocked Wyatt out and said good-bye to the man at the information desk. If anyone asked, they would be told that Wyatt walked out of the building, limping. They walked toward Wyatt’s car, but Chris stopped. “No one’s around. Let’s just get out of here. We can get the cars later.”
Leo nodded. They slipped between two cars and ducked down in case anyone happened to see them from a distance. Leo hugged an arm around his son and they orbed out of the parking lot.