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estiroseDreamt-of Call universe, depressing.
"No." The woman spoke with the authority of someone who had seen countless misbehavers go through her doorway. "He's in enough pain, why should he deal with this?"
Scott looked at Ziggy Grover, unconscious in the hospital bed, remembering the headaches he'd had when he'd resisted his own call. They had been a piercing pain that had only gone away when he'd morphed for the first time. He couldn't imagine how bad they'd get after a while - Dillon's had been worse, almost to the point of mind-numbing migranes.
Technically speaking, he had the authority to pull the man out of the hospital if needed be, even against doctor's orders. And if Ziggy was their missing Green, the bonding would end the headaches. But what if he was right and Summer was wrong? What if Ziggy Grover's headaches were a genuine medical problem?
And it wasn't like he could explain it to the woman in question. They couldn't tell the public on what to look for, just in case Venjix had an infiltrator in hearing range. He couldn't explain that if Summer was right, that Ziggy would be better.
"Because if he's accepted into the Ranger program, he can get the best medical care that we can give." From what scarce paperwork there was on Ziggy Grover, he seemed to be in decent shape for a non-combatant. Scott would want a medical doctor to look at him, of course, but the better shape he was in, the better for what was left of the world.
"He's not a fighter." She glared at him. "He's not going to do you any good, so why bother?"
Scott fought the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. It wasn't like they had much choice in the matter. As much as he would like to ignore the man, Summer was good at spotting the look. And they'd brought people in on far less evidence than they had on Ziggy Grover. Fighter or not, they had to test him. "Because we don't have a choice." He sighed. "He might be what we need to save the world. And we can pull him over any objection."
"I don't want you to," she said. "He's not a warrior; he'd die in this fight, don't you see that?"
Doctor K was of the opinion that if he was their Green and he kept fighting the call, he'd eventually die. And that they couldn't afford that. Obtaining him had become a priority; all they needed was him to be on just enough painkiller so that he was conscious enough to test.
And if he wasn't?
Well, he might die, but Scott knew he couldn't do much about that. Much as he would like to, he could only save who he could save, and Doctor K was the same way.
He looked at the woman, unable to answer the question. "He's going. I'm sorry." He wasn't sure why he was apologizing or who he was apologizing to, but he did. He looked at the man on the bed, painkiller dripping into him through the IV, and hoped against hope that he was a Ranger, for his sake.
And for the remains of the world, he could only hope the Morpher made a good choice.
"No." The woman spoke with the authority of someone who had seen countless misbehavers go through her doorway. "He's in enough pain, why should he deal with this?"
Scott looked at Ziggy Grover, unconscious in the hospital bed, remembering the headaches he'd had when he'd resisted his own call. They had been a piercing pain that had only gone away when he'd morphed for the first time. He couldn't imagine how bad they'd get after a while - Dillon's had been worse, almost to the point of mind-numbing migranes.
Technically speaking, he had the authority to pull the man out of the hospital if needed be, even against doctor's orders. And if Ziggy was their missing Green, the bonding would end the headaches. But what if he was right and Summer was wrong? What if Ziggy Grover's headaches were a genuine medical problem?
And it wasn't like he could explain it to the woman in question. They couldn't tell the public on what to look for, just in case Venjix had an infiltrator in hearing range. He couldn't explain that if Summer was right, that Ziggy would be better.
"Because if he's accepted into the Ranger program, he can get the best medical care that we can give." From what scarce paperwork there was on Ziggy Grover, he seemed to be in decent shape for a non-combatant. Scott would want a medical doctor to look at him, of course, but the better shape he was in, the better for what was left of the world.
"He's not a fighter." She glared at him. "He's not going to do you any good, so why bother?"
Scott fought the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. It wasn't like they had much choice in the matter. As much as he would like to ignore the man, Summer was good at spotting the look. And they'd brought people in on far less evidence than they had on Ziggy Grover. Fighter or not, they had to test him. "Because we don't have a choice." He sighed. "He might be what we need to save the world. And we can pull him over any objection."
"I don't want you to," she said. "He's not a warrior; he'd die in this fight, don't you see that?"
Doctor K was of the opinion that if he was their Green and he kept fighting the call, he'd eventually die. And that they couldn't afford that. Obtaining him had become a priority; all they needed was him to be on just enough painkiller so that he was conscious enough to test.
And if he wasn't?
Well, he might die, but Scott knew he couldn't do much about that. Much as he would like to, he could only save who he could save, and Doctor K was the same way.
He looked at the woman, unable to answer the question. "He's going. I'm sorry." He wasn't sure why he was apologizing or who he was apologizing to, but he did. He looked at the man on the bed, painkiller dripping into him through the IV, and hoped against hope that he was a Ranger, for his sake.
And for the remains of the world, he could only hope the Morpher made a good choice.
