If he walked out there and got her help, he would look weak, and lose control of his children.
If not, she would die.
It was a test. Just like before. It was the Divine testing him, just like before.
It was the Divine testing him.
"The Divine is testing me," he said to her and to himself, lifting her up. "This test I will not fail."
He walked through the entire hive, carrying the injured human--the injured meat--to the doctor to be cared for, making it clear that he did not see her as a meat, but as a friend.
He looked weak. Whispers and growls spread about how he had defied his own message.
It didn't matter.
Rev rushed through the doors of the infirmary, and croaked, "Doctor. Help her. Please."
And there's House, sitting up on his cot, blinkigng.
Well, this is new.
"What, broke your toy too fast? You kids today, nothing ever lasts." He hobbled over, directing him to lay her out on what passed for his exam table.
"Alright. I'm going to make a list of things I need, and you're going to get them from the hospital, aren't you? If not, she's going to die. Are we clear on this?"
He took his ripper, disposing of her clothes; there was no time to be gentle with them; she could be dressed in his spares later, even if she'd drown in them.
And he was gone, through one of the tunnels and out the back, over the rubble and into the night, running all the way there in his loping Magog gait, on all fours, and all the way back, handing over the bag of supplies as soon as he was in the door, breath ragged.
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"Rev..." She whimpered, desperately fighting to stay conscious.
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Reverend Behemial Far-traveller.
If he walked out there and got her help, he would look weak, and lose control of his children.
If not, she would die.
It was a test. Just like before. It was the Divine testing him, just like before.
It was the Divine testing him.
"The Divine is testing me," he said to her and to himself, lifting her up. "This test I will not fail."
He walked through the entire hive, carrying the injured human--the injured meat--to the doctor to be cared for, making it clear that he did not see her as a meat, but as a friend.
He looked weak. Whispers and growls spread about how he had defied his own message.
It didn't matter.
Rev rushed through the doors of the infirmary, and croaked, "Doctor. Help her. Please."
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Well, this is new.
"What, broke your toy too fast? You kids today, nothing ever lasts." He hobbled over, directing him to lay her out on what passed for his exam table.
"Alright. I'm going to make a list of things I need, and you're going to get them from the hospital, aren't you? If not, she's going to die. Are we clear on this?"
He took his ripper, disposing of her clothes; there was no time to be gentle with them; she could be dressed in his spares later, even if she'd drown in them.
He worked, angry, silent, determined.
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And he was gone, through one of the tunnels and out the back, over the rubble and into the night, running all the way there in his loping Magog gait, on all fours, and all the way back, handing over the bag of supplies as soon as he was in the door, breath ragged.
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