CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and SIXTY
Saturday morning — 6:00 a.m.
“Papa,” Nelson said as he came to his father’s bedside.
It was the change of nurse. Nelson came to check on his father every time the nurse changed. Nelson checked his father’s pulse and blood pressure. He made a note on the clipboard.
“When was the last blood draw?” Nelson asked.
“Midnight,” the nurse said. “They picked it up about an hour ago.”
She touched Nelson’s shoulder and left the room. Unless something came up, Nelson spent every morning right here by his father’s side.
Nelson dropped into the chair by his father’s bed. He took his father’s hand. He went through the treatments they’d tried. His father had acupuncture three times a week. Mari brought Otis to work on his father at least twice a week. Jill and Mike came as much as they could. He was receiving the best medical care known to humankind as well as all of the crazy shit that his friends could provide.
His father was still on the edge of death.
“But not dead,” Nelson said, clinging to the positive thought that he and Heather had come up to. “My father’s not dead.”
Nelson sighed. He dropped his forehead onto the bed in a kind of suppliant posture to whatever was going on with his father.
He felt so helpless. The only way to heal his father was to find this “Adam’s Apple” ruby. He should have already found it within the Templar hoard, but the pandemic kept pushing their expedition off. He had no idea if his father would survive much longer and there was nothing he could do about it.
Feeling movement, he looked up.
“Mari!” Nelson said. “I haven’t seen you in a long time.”
“Busy, busy,” Mari said. “You do know that there’s a pandemic going on, right?”
“Funny,” Nelson said.
“What can I do for you, my dear?” Mari asked.
“For me?” Nelson asked.
“You’re close to giving up,” Mari said. “You told me to stop you if you decide to give up. Here I am!”
In the low light, Mari’s ridiculously long eyelashes looked like strange appendages hovering over her huge eyes.
“Wait,” Nelson said, sitting up straight. “Your father is Manannàn?”
“Yeeessss,” Mari said.
Mari raised her eyebrows to encourage Nelson to speak.
“And Manannàn is a God of the sea?” Nelson asked.
“Yeeessss,” Mari said.
“Why are you being so weird?” Nelson asked.
“I’m hoping that you will ask me for something,” Mari said.
“What about Poseidon?” Nelson asked.
“He’s a God of the Seas, as well,” Mari said.
“Do they get along?” Nelson asked.
“You know Poseidon’s niece, why not ask her?” Mari asked.
Nelson pointed at Mari.
“You’re up to something,” Nelson said.
“I can only help where you ask me for,” Mari said.
Nelson scowled and thought for a moment.
“Can you get this ruby?” Nelson asked. “The ‘Adam’s Apple’ from the hoard?”
Mari blinked at him.
“I mean, your father has been there and. . .” Nelson said. He blinked. “Mari?”
He reached out to touch Mari. Her body was there but she seemed completely gone.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.