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Esli’s eyes were full of suspicion while standing beside the only one he ever trusted with his life. That is until he set eyes on his wife for the first time years back. Then Gideon had company in his shared trust. He eyed the card that disappeared into the man’s pants pocket while his feet started up with steps that would have him heading in the direction that Lasair could be located. Bypassing the uniformed bodies that weaved in and out of the hallways he picked up his pace the closer he got to a massive horseshoe shaped desk. With all the photo ID swipe card badges fastened on the chests of those clicking on keyboards and shuffling papers it appeared to be the place to ask for a room number to where the only woman that ever mattered to him would be found.

Esli stopped once his right toe of his blood crusted boot tapped the base of the frequently sterilized business counter. He placed his open palms down on the flat surface in front of him and breathed in slow and deep. Oblivious to what his clothing would present upon first sight of those medical staff present he waited the few respectful seconds in silence that his level of patience could tolerate. R.N’s, L.P.N’s and the random white lab coat toting a tray full of blue tourniquet strips and vials kept moving while his eyes tracked them expecting one to finally pause in their movements and recognize the face of a loved one looking for his other half. He felt increasingly unimportant and it irritated him quickly.

“Excuse me…” His words fell on the shoulders of the nurse closest to him as she turned from the computer monitor she was looking at inches from where he stood.
“Need the CRP done asap in bed b. She can’t wait.” The sheet of patient labels was handed over to mark the empty tubes in the plastic tote still in the grip of the lab coat that followed the nurse out of the business side of the floors station. “We may move her before you get the results back so grab her draw while she is still down here.”

Esli’s hands left the desk and fixed on his hips. He looked behind him to see if anyone else noticed the treatment he was getting. When it was apparent no one was bothered by it or made note of it he had his hands back up on the counter and used his right hand to knock on the desk with his badly bruised and battle tenderized knuckles. The world was going to keep spinning despite where he and his family had just been and what they had went through. No one ever took things personally or seriously until it hit them like a runaway train jumping off the tracks and running them over in their otherwise unobstructed path that was more often than not taken for granted. A name on a badge caught his focus and he went with it.

“Mitzi?” His voice was raised and to the point where it claimed more than one curious glance from the handful of uniforms still behind the desk. “My wife is supposed to be on this floor and I need her room number. Lasair…”
“Yes, she is.” Mitzi was without an answer but the voice that spoke up happened to be willing to get up from the rolling desk chair beneath him. “You must be Esli?” He made quick work of stepping around the bustling space and gave a floor to shoulder sweep assessment of who he was approaching. He looked like he still needed a few days of healing. “You sure you are feeling up to this?” The hand that carried the fading scent of sanitizer was cool to the back of his exposed elbow. A shiver of warning reached his bones as his arm pulled free from the unexpected contact between professional and recently discharged and now visitor status paladin. “Relax. She is doing great and…” He leaned in and whispered as he nodded towards the closed door across the hall from where they stood. “The sooner you get her out of here the better. You aren’t entirely safe. Especially in here.” A dance of his bland blue orbs went between Esli and Gideon revealing a directness that said he was hiding nothing. “I will get her discharged while you get her and go.” He held the door open just enough that the two brothers could enter the room. “Good luck.”

The shout of his name was on the heels of the medical staff pivoting out of the way releasing the door. As it was in the process of closing Esli turned to see what had become of his wife. His eyes widened as the nurse in the room gave him the reminder of her current condition she was in. Knocked around was not acceptable. His blood was hotter than ever beneath his skin while he went to her bedside.

"I am here, my love." His hand took her closest one in a firm grip while the other opened and stroked the hard peak of flesh and bone of her cheek. A press of his lips to her head then her own reassured him she was going to be okay. Nothing could break her. She had proven that by now. Not that he was willing to forget what she had been through. He refused to. as soon as the room was empty save for her, Gideon and him he spoke again with a firm, matter of fact tone. "We are getting you out of here." He nodded to Gideon and the closet behind him. "Grab her things." He looked at what machines and monitors they had her connected to. He was no medic but he would make things work. He started tossing supplies around him for professional use on the bed knowing Gideon would grab it all. His hands went to the lines and the tape holding them in place. "These are coming out and I will help you dress."

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