Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 27, 2008 20:08:59 GMT -5
Chapter Ten – Broken Orbs
In the hospital there was an empty room with the door opened only a crack. It didn’t stay empty for long as blue-white orbs turned into Chris holding Hannah. He was laying her down on the hospital bed, ever careful of the orbs, when her eyes opened and she looked at him with clear eyes.
“Are you my doctor’s assistant?” Hannah asked softly, curiously.
Surprised Chris looked down at her. “Not me. I’m . . . I’m sort of an angel.”
Hannah yawned and studied him. “I guess not. He’s . . . different, lighter hair I think.”
Chris nodded mutely.
“You must be the person we were going to meet,” Hannah continued watching him. “It was all very fuzzy. Am I okay?”
Chris nodded again.
Hannah, content, rolled over in the bed and closed her eyes, again.
Chris took the bag of orbs off his shoulder and holding it in front of him, orbed out of the room.
Chris reappeared in another empty hospital room holding the bag of orbs in front of him. He held them up high and dropped them to the floor. Inside the bag the sound of shattering could be heard as each of the fragile clear orbs cracked and broke. He picked up the bag and looked inside as ten spirits emerged and scattered in various directions. One man, the one Wyatt had looked in on earlier, stopped and looked at Chris. He inclined his head and left the room in the direction of his own hospital room. Chris smiled and looked in the bag. Inside he saw one orb still in relatively one piece . . . the second black one, and even it is chipped. He tied the bag, slung it over his shoulder, and orbed out.
There were people walking down the hallway and some standing in front on the elevator waiting for it to reach the floor. The elevator reached the floor and slid open.
The elevator was empty except for Wyatt who stepped out. He greeted a few familiar people as he exited. He walked down the hall toward the break room. He reached the door and was about to open it, when a voice stopped him.
“Where have you been?” Helen asked from behind him. The nurse looked at him anxiously. “We’ve been trying to find you for hours.”
“Sorry,” Wyatt replied looking at her surprised. “I left a little early, about two or three hours after I talked to you. A family emergency.” Wyatt hid a chuckle as he said the last words. I can’t believe I just said that. How many family stories include that excuse?
“Why are you back then?” Helen wanted to know.
Wyatt smiled, not bothering to hide his relief as he said, “We fixed everything up and I realized that I left something here that I needed. I finished everything up that I was supposed to.” He gave her a look of query. “Did I miss something?”
Helen shook her head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Then, what’s up?” Wyatt asked trying to appear unworried. It’s Hannah. They want to ask me about Hannah.
Sure enough, “There’s a little girl missing. The police are questioning everyone.”
“Oh,” Wyatt replied trying to sound surprised. It didn’t work very well, but Helen didn’t seem to notice. “That’s not good. I hope she’s alright. I don’t think I can help any though.” Technically, true. Tell them that Chris has her would be no help whatsoever.
Behind Helen one of the hospital’s doctors, Dr. Ethan Franks, walked into the room. He talked to Julia, the receptionist. Julia looked around the room and pointed in the direction where Wyatt and Helen were talking.
Helen responded with a sigh. “It’s just been a bad couple of days with all these people just fading and now the little girl.”
Dr. Franks walked over to Wyatt and Helen, stopping by them. “Hello, Mr. Halliwell. I understand you may not have heard what is going on.”
Wyatt smiled. “Hello, Dr. Franks. Yes, I hear I need to talk to the police.”
Dr. Franks shook his head slightly. “That will not be necessary at this time. Some one found the missing girl in one of the empty rooms. It appears that she managed to get her leg out of the sling and hobble down hall without any one noticing. The hall wasn’t very busy, so it’s possible. She was curled up on a bed in a room in the same hall.”
Way to go, Chris. Plausible distance. “They didn’t check the room earlier?”
Dr. Franks just sighed. “They did, so she might be more mobile then we thought before. Either way, you are free to go. If they need to talk to you, the police will contact you, but since Hannah is all right I don’t think it will be necessary.”
“Thanks for telling me,” Wyatt replied genuinely glad that they had Hannah back. “I just have to grab something in the back room and I’ll be out of here.”
Dr. Franks nodded and walked away.
Helen looked at Wyatt. “I guess I’ll let you go get your stuff then. Bye, Wyatt.”
“Bye, Helen,” Wyatt replied heading toward the break room trying to figure out what he could pull out of his locker that would look like a reason to go back to work.