"I hope you're right," Khaat said to Jess, watching her father go upstairs.
Robert went into the bedroom and saw Angus was up. Well, sort of. He was standing, or trying to, clinging to the bedpost with the one good arm he had.
"Khaat said you were awake," Robert said.
"How...Oh never mind. I should have figured," Angus said tiredly. "So, you and my grandfather decided it was worth my suffering in order to live."
"We did. You're welcome."
"I didn't thank you for that," Angus sighed.
"Your negativity is temporary from the hex."
"My negativity is from hurting like hell," Angus said.
"I presume youd like me to fix it," Robert said.
"No, leave it," Angus snarled sarcastically. "I like it." Robert touched his forehead and drew off his pain for him.
"Sit," Robert ordered. He helped him to sit back down on the bed. He checked the dressing and changed it. "Well, you're healing as well as can be expected. I'm just glad Khaat didn't pick up on that shitty attitude that comes with it. Do yourself a favor and don't go downstairs and wreck all your relationships by treating them like crap tonight. Tomorrow you should be yourself again."
"Oh, fine," Angus sighed.