Re: Health is the greatest gift.
Nathaniel had been denied, but before the Hand of the Queen could lecture the doctor on blood magic and the possible ways the blood of the father could help - Brian had discovered another path.
"Ronan?" Nate hissed, then realized where Captain Britain's head was. "Fuck." Nathaniel's eyes narrowed and the summoner focused on the sight of his son's body sprawled out on the medical bed. His consciousness crawled across the magical spider web he'd described to Eva and broadcast his message to the blond Krampus.
Illyana's back stiffened straight up when her spine suddenly felt as though Nate had played her vertebrae like a piano. "Brayden," she told Kitty whose face showed the appropriate amount of surprise and concern. Magik had, afterall, nearly spilled both of their Starbucks cups at her revelation. "I need to..." the Russian girl tried to find the words but the magical imperative in Nate's signal forced her body into action. Illyana rose from her chair and slipped through the thin veil between this world and the next. She popped into Limbo, then quickly returned to Asgard - this time directly beside an unsuspecting Ronan Murphy.
"That's when I told her-" Mars explained to David, under one of the largest trees by the royal forest. The Rasputin appeared suddenly and Ronan tensed more from the expression on her face than the shock. "What-" he began only to be silenced when the girl grabbed his arm and pulled him from his resting spot. "Hi David!" Magik yelled, snatched the uglier of the two men (ha!) and then pulled him through into Limbo. "Bye David!"
Ronan had stood on the grass of Asgard, then fallen through Limbo, then found himself on his feet in the infirmary. Unable to understand the physics of that, his elbows landed against an empty bed and his stomach attempt to compensate. Without the luxury of sight, Ronan knew he was in a room with Brian, Nate, Illyana, Pup the wolf, and Brayden? Fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck. "Give 'em more blood!" Mars shouted from the thin mattress.
Nate's eyes found Brian's unconcerned with Ronan's bout of motion sickness. "More blood!" he yelled more of an encouragement than an order. He fell upon his knees next to Brayden's bed and held Brayden's cold hands inside of both of his. "You can beat this, Brayden," Nathaniel told his boy's limp body. "It's your mutation, it's part of you, it can't kill you," he pleaded knowing full well his sentence was entirely false.