"You Can Still Be Free" ((Climax Log Part 4))
Characters: Derek (asclepiustouch), Ion (fonicprophet), a lot of NPCs, and featuring Karol and Sync
Setting: The lighthouse cliffs and the Hospital
Time: Friday Morning
Description: The Emergency Medical Technicians arrive at the lighthouse to rescue Sync and Derek carries Ion with him to the hospital to check on the status of both of the boys.
Style: AIM
Warnings: No TJ. D:
Below the cliffs where the lighthouse was perched, there were two low-pitched honks from the boat as the driver tried to find a good place to bring the boat to shore. It took a few more loud honks before Derek could hear anything through the wind and the waves, and the very faint heartbeat he had been focused on. The doctor lifted his head and looked over, clearly hearing the two honks as they rang again from the cliffs, and stood to his feet, "They're coming, Sync.. Stay with me. We're going to get you out of here.."
Derek ran over towards the edge of the cliffs, slowing when he got nearer, and watched as Ernie was waving at him, pointing further down the shoreline to where he and the other EMTs would be coming from. Derek waved in understanding, quickly to show his urgency, and then walked back over to where the two boys were.
"Sync... hold on..." he reached down and clasped his hand tightly. "They're coming, and they're going to make you all better. I'm not going to leave your side."
The EMTs had found a small angled slope where they managed to hike up to the elevation and pulled Sync's ragdoll-like body onto the stretcher. Derek walked over and scooped Ion up in his arms and held him close and followed the EMTs and Sync back down to the boat silently.
Once everyone was on the boat and Sync was strapped down, Derek sat down with Ion still in his arms and freed one hand to hold onto the boat as it hit the gas and sped back to the hospital. The nice ocean breeze intensified, blowing everyone's hair in many different directions as the salt spray from the waves spritzed everyone's faces. The two EMTs held onto the stretcher, both layering a thick blanket over Sync to prevent any of the salt from getting into his wounds, and they watched him carefully.
The boat slowed as it reached the hospital dock, and there were a group of nurses and technicians waiting to help get Sync in and taken care of. Derek followed, although not as fast as he wanted to with Ion in his lap and the exhaustion kicking in, and got left behind as Sync got prepared for operation.
Derek, in no state of mind to perform the operation himself - and was not allowed after a few certain nurses had mentioned that Derek's emotions might get in the way - he stood behind the glass instead and watched, the doctors already exploring Sync's open cavities as Derek walked up with Ion. He had refused to let Ion go when the other doctors offered to take the boy to a room. So he stood and watched Sync get cut open to mend internal injuries, then cleaned him and sewed him up. When they finished, an hour later, a nurse walked up to Derek who remained staring at the window.
"Doctor, they're moving him to a room now. Intensive Care. Please, let someone take care of the other boy and go take a breather. You can see him shortly."
"Where is the brunette?" Derek had never told any of them Karol's name. "Set them up in rooms, side-by-side, and put another bed in the room with the brunette for this boy. I'll put him down then."
The nurse nodded, red curls bouncing, and she went off to let the others know how the director wanted things set up. Derek turned his back to the glass and leaned against it, looking down to Ion as he slept in his arms, and managed to close his own eyes for a few minutes until someone let him know that everything was set up.
Derek visited Karol's room first, setting Ion down gently on the bed next to Karol's and then walked over to talk with the other doctor, "How is he, Dr. Maddox?"
Two sharp black eyes, old and framed with wrinkles, turned to look at Derek, "He was pretty beat up when he got here. A lot of internal injuries. We're concerned with his brain as well. As soon as the MRI clears out and gets cleaned, we're going to run him down for a few tests. He's in stable condition though."
"Thank you. Please take good care of him," Derek sighed.
"Of course, Dr. Stiles, but if I can ask, what is the boy's name? I need to look up his medical his-" Dr. Maddox turned around only quick enough to watch Derek walk out of the room.
Stumbling a little, Derek walked to the next door over, and the room was filled with five different people trying to move Sync to the bed and get him set up on IV and monitors. One nurse was washing a wet cloth through Sync's bloody hair when she noticed Derek walk in, and she quickly exited the room.
"Thank you, Ellen," Derek mumbled when she walked past him.
"Dr. Stiles," the anaesthesiologist walked over to Derek's side. "He was a lot cleaner than the other patient, internally at least, but his cuts were pretty deep. It didn't take much to put him under because he was already out of it when he got here, but I'm keeping him asleep for now to let those wounds inside heal up. His abdominal cavity has seen better days, I noticed."
"Thank you," Derek cut him off further, having no need to hear from the man whose only job was to keep Sync sleeping. "I'll look at his report." He turned to the other people in the room, "Are we all done in here? Clear out if you have no further purpose!"
Two other nurses, not Derek's usuals, who were responsible for the monitoring equipment walked out of the room soon after, avoiding contact with Derek as they sped past.
Derek leaned up against a wall and crossed his arms, watching everyone finish with Sync and then walk out one-by-one. The main surgeon had not come in the room at all, so Derek was left uninformed as he walked over to join Sync's side.
"They said you're going to sleep for a while, Sync..." he told Sync sadly, even though the boy couldn't hear him, and his eyes looked up to the monitors, "Everything is looking good up there at least, but I want to know how you're doing... As long as you don't hurt at all, because pain is an awful state of mind..."
Derek reached out and held onto Sync's hand, holding it tightly, "They stitched you up pretty well... I wonder if that cut on your face is going to leave a mark. Heh, for all I know you'll think it's cool.. or just be grateful that you and Ion aren't so similar anymore... but maybe it will heal. There are techniques to make those scars go away... You... you look a lot better than you did when I brought you here." Derek reached up and ruffled Sync's bangs, because he knew Sync liked it, and sighed softly. "Ion is ok. Karol... Karol looks rough. Heh, you really put a whooping on him... He's next door. I hope Ion will wake up later and sit with you two. I'm only hoping Karol is going to be ok. You... you didn't just kill him like I know you could have done... so, I'll send a wish from you, too, that he gets better... Oh, Sync... I really asked too much from you, didn't I?"
The door creaked open and a small female i a white coat slid inside, "Doctor Stiles?"
"Doctor Owens?" Derek looked to the woman, about in her late 40s with light blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. "You were the surgeon on his case, I assume? How is he doing?"
"We had to stitch him up and pump a lot of blood into him before his heart gave out on us... It nearly did once. He flatlined for a few seconds, but got beating again before we got the defibrillators out. There were a lot of stitches. This long one looks bad, because of how long it is, but its deepest spot was actually around the top of his chest, near the shoulder blade, and it wasn't terribly deep. The muscles are going to need to heal, but they were not destroyed. He should have limited movement in that arm, but it won't be too noticeable and it won't last too long. As for the big hole in his gut, we washed him out with saline to be sure he didn't get any internal infections and all of his organs looked fine. His intestines got a few nicks and were bleeding, but thankfully it wasn't too deep. Had they been cut he would have-"
"-Been dead within minutes. Yes. So, his condition is improving then?" Derek interrupted her and asked.
"Yes, I believe so. All of his vitals are stabilizing and the bruises don't seem to go to deep. He's going to feel miserable for a while, but he should be waking up later this evening."
"Thank you..." Derek sighed happily, squeezing Sync's hand again with the good news. "Thank you."
The female doctor nodded her head, "I've got a scheduled surgery in an hour. I'll be back after then to check in with him. We'll all watch over him, Dr. Stiles."
Derek nodded, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply from his nose. "Thank you..."
And Dr. Owens left the room to Derek and Sync again, shutting the door behind her.
"You... you keep fighting, Sync. You're going to be ok..." Derek leaned down and kissed Sync's forehead. "I'm going to check on Karol and Ion... but you just sleep and get better, and I'll come see you again soon."
He ruffled Sync's bangs once more, willing himself not to cry, and walked out of the room to once again visit Karol next door.
Derek noticed the door open to Karol's room as he shut Sync's door. As he predicted, Karol was no longer in the room, and had probably been taken for the CT Scan that Dr. Maddox mentioned. He stood in the doorway and sighed, hoping that Karol would come back ok, when he heard a small voice from inside the room.
"Doctor?"
Derek looked in the room further to see that Ion was sitting up in the bed and looking around, lost. "Ion? How are you feeling?" Derek asked and walked into the room.
"I will be fine. I only overexerted myself... I saw them take Karol out of the room, is he going to be ok?" Ion looked up with his innocent green eyes that instinctively made Derek want to hug him, but the doctor restrained.
"I don't know," Derek told him honestly, deciding not to go into details. "And Sync is in the next room over, sleeping off his injuries. I think he's going to be fine after a few days."
"I am glad to hear it. At first, I thought the guy with the gun might have taken both Sync and myself out if I had failed," Ion looked down to the bed, gripping the sheets within his fists.
Derek raised an eyebrow curiously, walking in and standing in front of Ion's bed, "If you had failed? What is that suppose to mean? ... What guy with a gun? You mean the one back near where Karol was?"
Ion shook his head, "No. It was his twin brother. He pointed a gun at Sync as he rested at the lighthouse. I did what I could to stop him. I suppose he only managed to take my hair..." Ion reached to where his hair had once dangled at the side of his head and touched the mishapened edges. "He was not there when you arrived? ... Then it seems that he had done enough to deserve his death. At least now he is with his brother... I think he is happier now."
The doctor held onto the ends of the bed and looked to Ion with a serious stare, "Wait, you took the guy out? Is that what that beam of light was?? I had thought it might have been Sync.. and that he did something to you.."
"The beam of light? ... The man with the gun must have been awful if you really saw nothing else. I am afraid I passed out after it happened. My body cannot take much..."
"You can do those circle attacks, too?" Derek asked, almost excited, but more in disbelief.
"Sync can do them. I do them also, but mine are not as efficient. My abilities are more than Sync's, better than Sync's, but my body's willingness to do them is greatly reduced.."
Derek walked over to the chair, eyes focused on Ion, and sat down. He was surprised somehow that both of the green-haired children could do them. It made sense, logically, but picturing Ion with the same abilities as Sync was more difficult then Derek could have imagined. He wanted to ask more, but then a couple of people showed up in the doorway and they pushed Karol's bed back into the room.
Derek got to his feet and walked over to see what the diagnosis was.
"Ah, Dr. Stiles. Of course you'd be back in here," Dr. Maddox followed the technicians into the room and stood next to Derek. "The CT scans look clean, except we think he's had a concussion. We injected some medicine in his system to keep him in a coma. Of course, he already went there himself, but we wanted to make sure that he stayed there until we were sure that his brain was going to work properly and the pressure stayed down. We gave him a few more medicines, keeping his organs running smoothly, trying to keep the risk of a seizure down. I can bring the files by your office later if you'd like."
Derek nodded his head, listening carefully and then once more exaggerated to let Dr. Maddox know that he would like the files.
"And what name shall I put this under, Doctor Stiles?" Dr. Maddox eyed him, knowing well that Derek would not have normally forgotten that sort of information that easily.
"Karol," Derek replied slowly, hesitant, wondering if a marked family on the security list would attract attention. "Karol... Stevens. He's my nephew from back home, came by to visit for the week. Spring Break, you know? There won't be any medical records here. I'll call my sister later and let her know what happened and I'll see if she can get his doctors to fax the information." He looked down to the floor, closing his eyes and shaking his head to add on to the lie he was creating. "... She's going to kill me."
Dr. Maddox eyed him over once, not quite sure how to take that, and then nodded, "Very well, Director. Please let her know that he is in good hands... If you will excuse me."
Derek looked up and watched Dr. Maddox leave the room.
"That is not accurate information, Doctor."
Derek turned and looked to Ion, narrowing his eyes, "I know that. Play along, will you? The Security on this island has it in for Karol and Sync. I can't just let anyone know what's going on. Karol is supposed to be dead. And Sync... I don't know what I'm going to do with Sync..."
"Perhaps he is dead, too," Ion said in a eerie sort of calmness. "He died here as you tried to heal him. Or he died the same way Karol did... It might kill two birds with one stone if you are that worried about Security. But then you would need to blackmail all your staff."
Derek let the thought gestate for a moment, then he shook his head, "I am not going to do that. Especially not since you're here, too. I can't fake a patient's death... And even then, where would he go after that? There is a lot more to consider..."
Ion smiled softly, "I only wanted to see what you would say... Can I go see my brother now? He is in the next room, correct?"
Derek nodded his head and Ion climbed off the bed and softly walked out into the hallway, disappearing with a soft shut of the door to the neighboring room.
The doctor walked over to Karol's bed, eyeing the extra equipment that was hooked to the younger boy, then to Karol's peaceful face as well. It was not a beautiful face, with the tubes to help him breath and the equipment attached to keep his body running properly while he wasn't able to do it himself. It was frightening to see such a young boy in that predicament. He shook his head, not able to understand why things turned out the way they did.
He briefly glanced over to the wall separating him and Karol from Sync and Ion, wondering how they were both doing, and then decided to sit down and rest a little, get off his feet, and let the twins have their privacy.
Ion was grateful for finally having some time alone, somewhat proud that he managed to have a peaceful time with Sync without the Doctor around. He smiled softly as he walked over to the bed, memorizing everything he could absorb about Sync and the current moment.
"I am glad you are ok, Sync. You were in a terrible condition. And then that guy showed up out of no where and threatened to take you away... I... I cannot figure out how you can do this for so long. It was one man, and my heart feels so heavy. And you? You can do it as if it were a walk in the park..."
He walked over to Sync's side and looked down, afraid to touch him but comforted by his sleeping face, "We are not so different, you and I, although I know you do not see things that way. I wonder... if that had been me... would you have let me die? By someone else? ... If I am to die, I hope you are the one to send me to the other side. So, Sync, my brother, you will have to get better. There are things you must do. The doctor is worried. You have to stop worrying him... He looks awful."
Ion took a step back, looking down to the floor, "I am glad to see you are surviving. Something like that cannot bring you down, right, Sync? This is nothing. You can dust it off your shoulders and continue on. I know you can."
Ion looked back up, smiling more, "I am glad I finally got to talk to you. It has been a while, and I missed our time together..." He walked back to the bed briefly, holding his hand above Sync as one of the daathic circles appeared on Sync's chest. "Be well." He closed his eyes and put forth a little extra energy to try and warm Sync, comfort Sync, and heal up what injuries he could. Ion was not a healer though, so it did very little, but it did do something. Hopefully, with this extra attention, Sync could return to normal sooner. He could reset himself better than before. Ion wasn't sure, but he knew that he only wished the best for his beloved brother, and he hoped he would be able to heal Sync as well.
Hearing the door open, Ion backed away quickly and made his way to the door, walking past Derek, "I am going home for now. I will be back later. For Sync and for Karol. You rest soon, too, Doctor."
Derek watched the boy walk down the hallway, slowly and softly, not getting any attention at all from the people he walked past. He felt sorry for him...
Sync was still on the bed, sleeping away the pain and letting his body heal. Derek walked into the room, pulling a chair up to the bed as he had done so many times in the past, and crossed his arms on the bed, staring at Sync as if waiting for him to open his eyes.
Exhaustion kicked in and Derek's eyes began to get heavy. Head planted in his arms, Derek fell asleep at Sync's side.
Setting: The lighthouse cliffs and the Hospital
Time: Friday Morning
Description: The Emergency Medical Technicians arrive at the lighthouse to rescue Sync and Derek carries Ion with him to the hospital to check on the status of both of the boys.
Style: AIM
Warnings: No TJ. D:
Below the cliffs where the lighthouse was perched, there were two low-pitched honks from the boat as the driver tried to find a good place to bring the boat to shore. It took a few more loud honks before Derek could hear anything through the wind and the waves, and the very faint heartbeat he had been focused on. The doctor lifted his head and looked over, clearly hearing the two honks as they rang again from the cliffs, and stood to his feet, "They're coming, Sync.. Stay with me. We're going to get you out of here.."
Derek ran over towards the edge of the cliffs, slowing when he got nearer, and watched as Ernie was waving at him, pointing further down the shoreline to where he and the other EMTs would be coming from. Derek waved in understanding, quickly to show his urgency, and then walked back over to where the two boys were.
"Sync... hold on..." he reached down and clasped his hand tightly. "They're coming, and they're going to make you all better. I'm not going to leave your side."
The EMTs had found a small angled slope where they managed to hike up to the elevation and pulled Sync's ragdoll-like body onto the stretcher. Derek walked over and scooped Ion up in his arms and held him close and followed the EMTs and Sync back down to the boat silently.
Once everyone was on the boat and Sync was strapped down, Derek sat down with Ion still in his arms and freed one hand to hold onto the boat as it hit the gas and sped back to the hospital. The nice ocean breeze intensified, blowing everyone's hair in many different directions as the salt spray from the waves spritzed everyone's faces. The two EMTs held onto the stretcher, both layering a thick blanket over Sync to prevent any of the salt from getting into his wounds, and they watched him carefully.
The boat slowed as it reached the hospital dock, and there were a group of nurses and technicians waiting to help get Sync in and taken care of. Derek followed, although not as fast as he wanted to with Ion in his lap and the exhaustion kicking in, and got left behind as Sync got prepared for operation.
Derek, in no state of mind to perform the operation himself - and was not allowed after a few certain nurses had mentioned that Derek's emotions might get in the way - he stood behind the glass instead and watched, the doctors already exploring Sync's open cavities as Derek walked up with Ion. He had refused to let Ion go when the other doctors offered to take the boy to a room. So he stood and watched Sync get cut open to mend internal injuries, then cleaned him and sewed him up. When they finished, an hour later, a nurse walked up to Derek who remained staring at the window.
"Doctor, they're moving him to a room now. Intensive Care. Please, let someone take care of the other boy and go take a breather. You can see him shortly."
"Where is the brunette?" Derek had never told any of them Karol's name. "Set them up in rooms, side-by-side, and put another bed in the room with the brunette for this boy. I'll put him down then."
The nurse nodded, red curls bouncing, and she went off to let the others know how the director wanted things set up. Derek turned his back to the glass and leaned against it, looking down to Ion as he slept in his arms, and managed to close his own eyes for a few minutes until someone let him know that everything was set up.
Derek visited Karol's room first, setting Ion down gently on the bed next to Karol's and then walked over to talk with the other doctor, "How is he, Dr. Maddox?"
Two sharp black eyes, old and framed with wrinkles, turned to look at Derek, "He was pretty beat up when he got here. A lot of internal injuries. We're concerned with his brain as well. As soon as the MRI clears out and gets cleaned, we're going to run him down for a few tests. He's in stable condition though."
"Thank you. Please take good care of him," Derek sighed.
"Of course, Dr. Stiles, but if I can ask, what is the boy's name? I need to look up his medical his-" Dr. Maddox turned around only quick enough to watch Derek walk out of the room.
Stumbling a little, Derek walked to the next door over, and the room was filled with five different people trying to move Sync to the bed and get him set up on IV and monitors. One nurse was washing a wet cloth through Sync's bloody hair when she noticed Derek walk in, and she quickly exited the room.
"Thank you, Ellen," Derek mumbled when she walked past him.
"Dr. Stiles," the anaesthesiologist walked over to Derek's side. "He was a lot cleaner than the other patient, internally at least, but his cuts were pretty deep. It didn't take much to put him under because he was already out of it when he got here, but I'm keeping him asleep for now to let those wounds inside heal up. His abdominal cavity has seen better days, I noticed."
"Thank you," Derek cut him off further, having no need to hear from the man whose only job was to keep Sync sleeping. "I'll look at his report." He turned to the other people in the room, "Are we all done in here? Clear out if you have no further purpose!"
Two other nurses, not Derek's usuals, who were responsible for the monitoring equipment walked out of the room soon after, avoiding contact with Derek as they sped past.
Derek leaned up against a wall and crossed his arms, watching everyone finish with Sync and then walk out one-by-one. The main surgeon had not come in the room at all, so Derek was left uninformed as he walked over to join Sync's side.
"They said you're going to sleep for a while, Sync..." he told Sync sadly, even though the boy couldn't hear him, and his eyes looked up to the monitors, "Everything is looking good up there at least, but I want to know how you're doing... As long as you don't hurt at all, because pain is an awful state of mind..."
Derek reached out and held onto Sync's hand, holding it tightly, "They stitched you up pretty well... I wonder if that cut on your face is going to leave a mark. Heh, for all I know you'll think it's cool.. or just be grateful that you and Ion aren't so similar anymore... but maybe it will heal. There are techniques to make those scars go away... You... you look a lot better than you did when I brought you here." Derek reached up and ruffled Sync's bangs, because he knew Sync liked it, and sighed softly. "Ion is ok. Karol... Karol looks rough. Heh, you really put a whooping on him... He's next door. I hope Ion will wake up later and sit with you two. I'm only hoping Karol is going to be ok. You... you didn't just kill him like I know you could have done... so, I'll send a wish from you, too, that he gets better... Oh, Sync... I really asked too much from you, didn't I?"
The door creaked open and a small female i a white coat slid inside, "Doctor Stiles?"
"Doctor Owens?" Derek looked to the woman, about in her late 40s with light blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. "You were the surgeon on his case, I assume? How is he doing?"
"We had to stitch him up and pump a lot of blood into him before his heart gave out on us... It nearly did once. He flatlined for a few seconds, but got beating again before we got the defibrillators out. There were a lot of stitches. This long one looks bad, because of how long it is, but its deepest spot was actually around the top of his chest, near the shoulder blade, and it wasn't terribly deep. The muscles are going to need to heal, but they were not destroyed. He should have limited movement in that arm, but it won't be too noticeable and it won't last too long. As for the big hole in his gut, we washed him out with saline to be sure he didn't get any internal infections and all of his organs looked fine. His intestines got a few nicks and were bleeding, but thankfully it wasn't too deep. Had they been cut he would have-"
"-Been dead within minutes. Yes. So, his condition is improving then?" Derek interrupted her and asked.
"Yes, I believe so. All of his vitals are stabilizing and the bruises don't seem to go to deep. He's going to feel miserable for a while, but he should be waking up later this evening."
"Thank you..." Derek sighed happily, squeezing Sync's hand again with the good news. "Thank you."
The female doctor nodded her head, "I've got a scheduled surgery in an hour. I'll be back after then to check in with him. We'll all watch over him, Dr. Stiles."
Derek nodded, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply from his nose. "Thank you..."
And Dr. Owens left the room to Derek and Sync again, shutting the door behind her.
"You... you keep fighting, Sync. You're going to be ok..." Derek leaned down and kissed Sync's forehead. "I'm going to check on Karol and Ion... but you just sleep and get better, and I'll come see you again soon."
He ruffled Sync's bangs once more, willing himself not to cry, and walked out of the room to once again visit Karol next door.
Derek noticed the door open to Karol's room as he shut Sync's door. As he predicted, Karol was no longer in the room, and had probably been taken for the CT Scan that Dr. Maddox mentioned. He stood in the doorway and sighed, hoping that Karol would come back ok, when he heard a small voice from inside the room.
"Doctor?"
Derek looked in the room further to see that Ion was sitting up in the bed and looking around, lost. "Ion? How are you feeling?" Derek asked and walked into the room.
"I will be fine. I only overexerted myself... I saw them take Karol out of the room, is he going to be ok?" Ion looked up with his innocent green eyes that instinctively made Derek want to hug him, but the doctor restrained.
"I don't know," Derek told him honestly, deciding not to go into details. "And Sync is in the next room over, sleeping off his injuries. I think he's going to be fine after a few days."
"I am glad to hear it. At first, I thought the guy with the gun might have taken both Sync and myself out if I had failed," Ion looked down to the bed, gripping the sheets within his fists.
Derek raised an eyebrow curiously, walking in and standing in front of Ion's bed, "If you had failed? What is that suppose to mean? ... What guy with a gun? You mean the one back near where Karol was?"
Ion shook his head, "No. It was his twin brother. He pointed a gun at Sync as he rested at the lighthouse. I did what I could to stop him. I suppose he only managed to take my hair..." Ion reached to where his hair had once dangled at the side of his head and touched the mishapened edges. "He was not there when you arrived? ... Then it seems that he had done enough to deserve his death. At least now he is with his brother... I think he is happier now."
The doctor held onto the ends of the bed and looked to Ion with a serious stare, "Wait, you took the guy out? Is that what that beam of light was?? I had thought it might have been Sync.. and that he did something to you.."
"The beam of light? ... The man with the gun must have been awful if you really saw nothing else. I am afraid I passed out after it happened. My body cannot take much..."
"You can do those circle attacks, too?" Derek asked, almost excited, but more in disbelief.
"Sync can do them. I do them also, but mine are not as efficient. My abilities are more than Sync's, better than Sync's, but my body's willingness to do them is greatly reduced.."
Derek walked over to the chair, eyes focused on Ion, and sat down. He was surprised somehow that both of the green-haired children could do them. It made sense, logically, but picturing Ion with the same abilities as Sync was more difficult then Derek could have imagined. He wanted to ask more, but then a couple of people showed up in the doorway and they pushed Karol's bed back into the room.
Derek got to his feet and walked over to see what the diagnosis was.
"Ah, Dr. Stiles. Of course you'd be back in here," Dr. Maddox followed the technicians into the room and stood next to Derek. "The CT scans look clean, except we think he's had a concussion. We injected some medicine in his system to keep him in a coma. Of course, he already went there himself, but we wanted to make sure that he stayed there until we were sure that his brain was going to work properly and the pressure stayed down. We gave him a few more medicines, keeping his organs running smoothly, trying to keep the risk of a seizure down. I can bring the files by your office later if you'd like."
Derek nodded his head, listening carefully and then once more exaggerated to let Dr. Maddox know that he would like the files.
"And what name shall I put this under, Doctor Stiles?" Dr. Maddox eyed him, knowing well that Derek would not have normally forgotten that sort of information that easily.
"Karol," Derek replied slowly, hesitant, wondering if a marked family on the security list would attract attention. "Karol... Stevens. He's my nephew from back home, came by to visit for the week. Spring Break, you know? There won't be any medical records here. I'll call my sister later and let her know what happened and I'll see if she can get his doctors to fax the information." He looked down to the floor, closing his eyes and shaking his head to add on to the lie he was creating. "... She's going to kill me."
Dr. Maddox eyed him over once, not quite sure how to take that, and then nodded, "Very well, Director. Please let her know that he is in good hands... If you will excuse me."
Derek looked up and watched Dr. Maddox leave the room.
"That is not accurate information, Doctor."
Derek turned and looked to Ion, narrowing his eyes, "I know that. Play along, will you? The Security on this island has it in for Karol and Sync. I can't just let anyone know what's going on. Karol is supposed to be dead. And Sync... I don't know what I'm going to do with Sync..."
"Perhaps he is dead, too," Ion said in a eerie sort of calmness. "He died here as you tried to heal him. Or he died the same way Karol did... It might kill two birds with one stone if you are that worried about Security. But then you would need to blackmail all your staff."
Derek let the thought gestate for a moment, then he shook his head, "I am not going to do that. Especially not since you're here, too. I can't fake a patient's death... And even then, where would he go after that? There is a lot more to consider..."
Ion smiled softly, "I only wanted to see what you would say... Can I go see my brother now? He is in the next room, correct?"
Derek nodded his head and Ion climbed off the bed and softly walked out into the hallway, disappearing with a soft shut of the door to the neighboring room.
The doctor walked over to Karol's bed, eyeing the extra equipment that was hooked to the younger boy, then to Karol's peaceful face as well. It was not a beautiful face, with the tubes to help him breath and the equipment attached to keep his body running properly while he wasn't able to do it himself. It was frightening to see such a young boy in that predicament. He shook his head, not able to understand why things turned out the way they did.
He briefly glanced over to the wall separating him and Karol from Sync and Ion, wondering how they were both doing, and then decided to sit down and rest a little, get off his feet, and let the twins have their privacy.
Ion was grateful for finally having some time alone, somewhat proud that he managed to have a peaceful time with Sync without the Doctor around. He smiled softly as he walked over to the bed, memorizing everything he could absorb about Sync and the current moment.
"I am glad you are ok, Sync. You were in a terrible condition. And then that guy showed up out of no where and threatened to take you away... I... I cannot figure out how you can do this for so long. It was one man, and my heart feels so heavy. And you? You can do it as if it were a walk in the park..."
He walked over to Sync's side and looked down, afraid to touch him but comforted by his sleeping face, "We are not so different, you and I, although I know you do not see things that way. I wonder... if that had been me... would you have let me die? By someone else? ... If I am to die, I hope you are the one to send me to the other side. So, Sync, my brother, you will have to get better. There are things you must do. The doctor is worried. You have to stop worrying him... He looks awful."
Ion took a step back, looking down to the floor, "I am glad to see you are surviving. Something like that cannot bring you down, right, Sync? This is nothing. You can dust it off your shoulders and continue on. I know you can."
Ion looked back up, smiling more, "I am glad I finally got to talk to you. It has been a while, and I missed our time together..." He walked back to the bed briefly, holding his hand above Sync as one of the daathic circles appeared on Sync's chest. "Be well." He closed his eyes and put forth a little extra energy to try and warm Sync, comfort Sync, and heal up what injuries he could. Ion was not a healer though, so it did very little, but it did do something. Hopefully, with this extra attention, Sync could return to normal sooner. He could reset himself better than before. Ion wasn't sure, but he knew that he only wished the best for his beloved brother, and he hoped he would be able to heal Sync as well.
Hearing the door open, Ion backed away quickly and made his way to the door, walking past Derek, "I am going home for now. I will be back later. For Sync and for Karol. You rest soon, too, Doctor."
Derek watched the boy walk down the hallway, slowly and softly, not getting any attention at all from the people he walked past. He felt sorry for him...
Sync was still on the bed, sleeping away the pain and letting his body heal. Derek walked into the room, pulling a chair up to the bed as he had done so many times in the past, and crossed his arms on the bed, staring at Sync as if waiting for him to open his eyes.
Exhaustion kicked in and Derek's eyes began to get heavy. Head planted in his arms, Derek fell asleep at Sync's side.