"He seems to be, for him, relatively unharmed," Escobar said. "He's in lousy condition to begin with, but he won't let me help him. The best I can do is get him awake and on his feet. Nothing broken, some cuts and bruises. He's going to feel miserable for awhile."
He laid his hand on Robert and awakened him. Robert woke with a jolt. He looked around, disoriented.
"You blew yourself up, Old Man," Escobar said bluntly. That seemed to take Robert as a big lie. He never blew himself up. Never. Ever. He struggled to get to his feet. Escobar stood up and helped him up.
Robert started down the hall to the potions lab in a hurry. "You're welcome," Escobar called after him.
Robert hurried to the lab to see the damage to the lab. He could smell the noxious fumes of the potion. He went to the cauldron and saw his potion looked like road tar and smelled remotely like rat poison.
To him, this looked like the most lethal concoction he'd ever seen. Certainly smelled like it.
His own aching and fatigue was getting to him. He was tired. He didn't feel well, and he was tired of not feeling well. He was tired of living in a house full of loved ones and yet being so desperately alone. Certainly all they would think was that he had made a miscalculation. It would be so easy. They'd never know the difference.
Edward came in from the kitchen with some wet towels to try to help Robert clean off any potion debris but didn't find him in the living room.
"Where'd he go?" Edward frowned.
"Back to the lab," Marcus shrugged.
"No!, No, no, no!" Edward said, dropping the towels. Just then, he heard horrid screaming from the lab. Robert--in intolerable pain. Edward flew, knowing exactly what Robert had done.
In all her life, Khaat had never heard that sound from her father. Never. Khaat and Marcus flew back down the hallway to the lab, followed by Michael and Brian.
They found him. On the floor. Khaat reached him first, and laid her hands on him. He was still breathing. Just unconscious. She detected that there was some massive shifting going on in his bodily systems.
"What did you do, Daddy?" she asked in a whisper.
"He drank whatever it was he blew up," Edward said, looking into the empty cauldron.
"Oh, God," Khaat said. She used a spell to try to revive him, to try to undo the damage. Her father began to wake.
"No,..." he spoke, his voice hoarse. "No, you can't touch me....Don't..."
"Robert," Michael said, "you can speak."
They froze, a bit stunned, unsure what that meant.