Town Hospital | Memphis and His Father | Nov 5th
He sank into a chair at his son's bedside and released a sigh. It had been a long week. Sometimes it was hard to believe that it was already a been nearly a week since Serenity had come bursting into the oval office, interrupting a phone meeting with the English Prime Minister, in a complete panic. There had been another attack at Mystic Veil. That by itself had been enough to make The President's blood run cold. He couldn't understand why these terrible people were attacking children, killing children. Between the last attacks and the kidnappings of the royals, hadn’t they already done enough damage. But that hadn't been all his beloved wife had said. Memphis, Dallas and London were all among the injured. All three of his beautiful children. They were alive but they were all badly injured. Dallas especially. The rest of it was a blur. It wasn't like him to cancel meetings and change plans so suddenly but he had to be at his children's side. He needed to look in on all the other kids, his children's friends, and his friend, Ciaran Salem had been a friend for years. One of the few The President still considered a solely personal friend.
The news came in more as they had traveled. There was no firm number of dead yet but it was clear that London's team of secret service had been killed, Dallas's were currently unaccounted for in the chaos. Kaleb and Caralyn Ryan's were among the injured, as were Storm Frost, her sister and Romeo Riggotti. There had been so many names coming in only the ones President Hardy knew had stuck out. By now he had been in to check on almost every student in this hospital stopping repeatedly at the ones he knew, speaking with the parents and constantly checking on his own children. He had done all this while still trying to run the country. His aides updated him on everything he needed to know every hour. He had to deal with everything at once, but that was his job. It was what he had signed up to do when he had accepted the nomination for President.
It was late now as he rested for a moment at his oldest child's bedside. He needed to talk to Memphis, actually he needed to talk to all three of his children but Memphis fist. He was the least injured of the three, though that wasn't saying much. He knew none of them were going to like the decision he and their mother had made but it was what he needed to do. He reached a hand forward and placed it over Memphis's.
"Memphis?" he said, his voice steady and although he spoke softly his voice sounded startlingly loud in the quiet enclosed space.