Re: Health is the greatest gift.
The decidedly neutral ring tone Nate had changed everyone but Eva to in his phone alerted him to Brian's call. "Braddock?"
"Nathaniel... Brayden's...worse..."
The British doctor had said other words, but Nathaniel was too busy to hear them. The dark wizard pulled the knife just inside of his robe and plunged the blade deep inside his left shoulder. He winced at the delayed pain and twisted the blade until his body faded from this tangible plane. Nathaniel's ethereal form phased through the palace and left a Dementor's path in his wake. Luckily for the people in his path, Nathaniel didn't linger. He appeared in the corner of the infirmary and returned to solid form - the damage to his shoulder repaired.
Nate reached the side of Brayden's bed and hands fell upon his son. One behind Brayden's neck and the other on his chest. "Damn it, boy," Caltrops scolded his son in almost a whisper, both Zale men paler than normal. Brayden was as cold as death herself and if he couldn't feel his son's heartbeat he'd have worried it had already stopped. The wizard cursed under his breath, not able to detect any malevolent magic or auras around his son. He quickly mumbled a protection spell over him, one that he was sure Eva would sense.
Nathaniel eyed the second bag of blood Brian had already hung and how quickly it had already started to disappear. "Take it from me," Nate pulled the sleeve of his robe up and exposed his left forearm knowing full well that Brayden was 'AB' and could receive a transfusion from anyone. Also, that at this rate of consumption, Nate would have minutes before his life was also in danger. He grabbed the several small kits from the nearby shelf Brian would need and made it clear with a glance he'd do himself if the doctor didn't help.