Some Changes Who: Holland Manners Where: W&H Hospital When: Thursday Evening
"What you have given up for the firm will be handsomely rewarded," Holland said to the figure on the hospital bed. Holland watched as the figure had to stop himself from drumming his fingers on the railing of the bed. He was lucky to have that much feeling left behind. "It's too bad about Candice, but you performed admirably. If it wasn't for that Kowalski pulling the proverbial magic rabbit out of the hat at the end, we would have easily of won."
He moved closer to the figure. "Son, we have the best doctors in the universe. The fact that you only lost mobility in your legs is nothing short of amazing." And that was only with mundane efforts, but Holland didn't mention that as of yet.
"I'm still useless right now," the person in the bed said. "So, what's the different if I can move my arms or not, Holland?"
"You know, that's the first time you've called me anything but 'Mr. Manners,'" Holland said, actually sounding a little proud. "You gave up everything for this firm. Don't you think that we can't eventually fix your legs?"
The person in the bed, Lindsey McDonald, used the buttons on the side of his bed to make it sit up. That had actually caught his attention.
"Besides," said Holland. "You're one of our rising stars. We're promoting you to Junior Partner as soon as you are able to come back to work. You showed both dedication to our cause on the battlefield, and a little more magical ability that we realized you were capable of." Holland grinned. "Pulling from the Abyss itself. According to the warlock who tutored you, that was way above anything he was teaching you. Seems we underestimated you."
Holland sat down in a chair beside the bed. "We're not going to just 'fix' your legs, Lindsey." He waited for Lindsey to react. "We're going to teach you how to fix them yourself. Then, and only when you're ready, you can go after them."