It had been a very long time since Brett was in a hospital. While it was true that he’d ended up in his HCP’s infirmary a couple of times, those were only to recover from exhaustion and weren’t nearly the same experience as a full blown hospital visit. Growing up with a power that kept him safe made Brett immune to most of the common injuries of childhood. The last memory he could recall of being in a hospital was from early childhood, before his power had manifested. Brett had taken a tumble and hurt his arm, which needed X-rays. It was so far back that if he really focused, he could remember bits and pieces of his mother still there, standing alongside Hank Rhodes nervously waiting for the results.
Brett tried not to look back at those memories too often.
Thankfully, this experience was nothing like his other trip to a hospital. He’d been braced for a lot of sadness walking in, after all the idea of seeing children struck with illness didn’t seem like it would be a happy thing to witness, but he’d underestimated the crowd they were visiting. There was a lot of life left in these kids yet, and all of it seemed to come bursting to the top as soon as they laid eyes on the team of Heroes stepping through the doors of their ward. At least half a dozen swarmed on Bloodfyre immediately, and he scooped most of them up in a big, gentle hug before greeting the children by name. Bayou wasn’t kidding; Bloodfyre really must have spent loads of his time doing trips like these.
While Bloodfyre was unquestionably the biggest draw of the group, Bayou and Hammerspace were both dealing with their own mini-mobs as well. With the initial wash of excitement passed, Brett noticed that not every child had leapt up to run over and greet the Heroes. Some were still in their beds, and judging from the number of tubes sticking out of them it seemed unlikely they’d be getting up anytime soon. There was no doubt in Brett’s mind that eventually Bloodfyre would make his way around to every one of these kids, but until he could Brett decided the best way to use his time was visiting with them. Since he and Justin were the newbies, they were in lower demand, so no one would be disappointed if they walked away from the main group.
“Let’s go say hi to those kids,” Brett suggested. He glanced over to Justin, who was staring at the room with a half-focused expression. It was the first time he’d seen Justin zone out in any way, usually the guy was all about being on the ball, and the experience was unexpectedly disconcerting. “Gunk, did you hear me?”
“Huh?” Justin blinked a few times and gave his head a quick shake. “Yeah… yeah. Sorry about that. You’ve got a good idea, let’s go greet some kids.”
Before they’d even crossed the room, Gunk had shifted into his liquid form, eliciting “oohs” and “aahs” from the crowd. He wasn’t done yet though, as the viscous goo produced a set of colorful balls and began to juggle between different undulating tentacles. Brett found the whole spectacle unsettling, but the children seemed to be entertained and that was all that mattered.
A strange realization struck Brett as he watched Gunk cross the room while putting on his act: this was the first time he’d encountered a group of people that were genuinely happy to see him and his team. Even when they fought crime on patrol, the people they helped were usually scared and upset. These kids were genuinely overjoyed that the Heroes had shown up today, though. Brett hadn’t expected how hard that feeling would hit him, or realized how much he needed it. Today they were working without moral complexity or complication; they were simply trying to bring a little more joy into the world than had been there before. No wonder the other Heroes called this the good side of the job.
Racking his brain for trick ideas, Brett followed Justin and his growing crowd of on-lookers to start cheering up the bedridden children.
* * *
When Panic and Steven returned to the room, they weren’t alone. A couple of DVA agents had come with them, along with a few people who looked half-frantic and ready to collapse. These, as it turned out, were the production assistants from the various news services trying to coordinate the press conference. Given how little warning they’d gotten about this event, Angela could only imagine what a shitshow scramble setting it all up had been. Evidently they’d pulled it off, however, since they’d come to deal with Steven and Iliana’s makeup before heading down.
Normally she imagined this was a process done somewhere a little more professional than a suite crowded with Heroes and DVA agents, but working with such high-profile people meant bending when necessary. A small team of make-up specialists, carefully watched over by the DVA agents, arrived and began doing basic foundation on both of the diplomats so that the lights wouldn’t wash them out. Whether they wanted anything more extensive was up to them, this was simply the basic layer needed to appear on television.
Amidst all the bustle, Angela kept searching for an opportunity to covertly pass along her information to Unseelie. She didn’t like keeping a secret from her mentor, especially not one that might turn unexpectedly relevant at any moment. True, Iliana didn’t seem to be gearing up for an attack, but if she were planning an ambush wouldn’t that also be the case? Angela reminded herself for the fiftieth time that one bit of false information didn’t make Iliana a criminal or a monster, and besides that there weren’t even any worthwhile targets around the diplomats yet. Unless they were aiming to kill their Hero bodyguards, and even then there had to be easier ways to go about it. The whole situation was worrying, especially for a woman who wasn’t prone to playing a double-faced role. Charon had always been an upfront character to play: ass-kicking first, last, and all the way in between. She’d feel a lot better when she could finally pass her discovered secret along to someone with a little more experience.
That chance didn’t come during make-up, however, and as the last bit was applied another assistant came to the room, rushing in and nearly getting tackled for her efforts, to tell everyone it was almost time to start.
“Thank you,” Iliana said, rising from her chair. She hadn’t gotten much more than the make-up base done, perhaps with a touch of enhancement here and there. Given that her skin literally glowed, Angela could see why Iliana might not add a lot to it. The effect alone was already impressive enough. “Unseelie, are your people ready to go?”
“Always and at a moment’s notice.” Unseelie’s reply was as quick as her promised response time. She locked eyes with Panic, who immediately headed into the hall. “Panic will check the first hallways and we’ll start heading down. Ready for your big moment on camera?”
It may have been Angela’s imagination, but she thought there was a touch of mirth in Iliana’s smirk just before she replied. “And then some. I daresay I have been ready for this for a very long time.”