"I had to make a quick trip out to go get it," Lee said. He frowned slightly when Jessie mentioned a St. Mungo's healer. "Isn't the Lupin family rather awash in healers? I thought Khaat and Brian were healers, not to mention what's-his-name's wife--no offence intended. Just can't remember her name at this ungodly hour, not without coffee anyway."
"Jess," Michael said. "Yes. It's a long story, but at this point, we're not quibbling about who tends Robert, just so long as its properly done."
"You will keep me informed, right?"
"Of course," Michael said. "Thank you. How much do we owe you?"
"Robert owes me, not you all. I'll put it on his tab," Lee said.
When Michael got back with Jessie to the farm, Kate was in the kitchen dicing up some fish for Archangel. Michael realized she was just keeping her hands busy. She looked up and him, and he nodded to her slightly, confirmation that he had gotten when he'd gone out for. She merely went back to cutting up fish. He took the potion to the bedroom and he wasn't surprised at Whittemore's recognition of it.
"Well, yes," Michael said, "it is, but I also presume you notice that dreamless potions are purple and this one is not a plain purple color. This is an uncommon variation of it, and its one that won't be leaving my possession because there's a trick to it, and if you don't know the trick, it can be exceptionally dangerous."
He went to the dresser, opened a drawer and found a pretty little potions dose cup in an elegantly engraved lead crystal. Robert had showed him the rather cleverly engraved potions dose markings that had been included into the design of the engraving. He knew with this potion, the potion needed to be gently and smoothly swirled in the bottle until the little stars had simply seemed to dissolve and the potion glowed a soft, shimmering purple color. Then it was safe to pour. Robert had once showed him the special swirling motion the potion required and the special wrist movement it took. Michael had put it all to memory back then. Now, when it shimmered, Michael meticulously poured a half a dose and then handed it to Whittemore to double check his measuring, putting the bottle back in his pocket.
"Half. Yes?" he asked Whittemore. "That's all we dare give, not a drop more, and obviously not til he's conscious. He's had this before without any adverse effects, and it helped him break out of a cycle of severe insomnia. I'm hoping it will do the same again, but he's not likely to take it willingly, not from anybody. I might have some luck with him, though--but it's just a suggestion."
He saw something out of the corner of his eye, and when he looked over, he saw Robert moving. Michael automatically sat down on the bed beside Robert. It took a moment, but finally Robert opened his eyes and looked at Michael.
"Can't be heaven if you're here," Robert frowned.
"True," Michael laughed. "And it isn't hell either because Kate's here. I'm afraid you're just back where you started."
"Damn," Robert said. Michael laughed out loud.
"Do you remember what happened?" Michael asked him.
"Yes," Robert replied. "I mixed gunpowder and a magical explosive powder, but they do nothing on their own. It needed an accelerant powder. It shouldn't have been a problem, but when I added it, the whole bloody batch blew."
"What was the accelerant?"
"A new kind from a little alchemist's place that I know. He's always had top notch stuff."
"Well, clearly, this stuff wasn't."
"No, and that concerns me. He's an ally," Robert said. Michael got the message. Robert was deliberately being vague to avoid anyone else knowing exactly what was being discussed.
"I hear you," Michael reassured him. "I'm on it. Don't worry. Next order of business--you. You've been out for hours. They say you've got a concussion."
"Explains why my head hurts," he shrugged, not concerned.
"There's a healer here from St. Mungo's."
"That's okay. I'm his boss anyway."
"You never quit, do you?" Michael laughed. Robert looked over and saw Kaden.
"You must be the new bloke. Do not make me count your fingers. I am not seeing double. I'm fine, except for a bloody big headache," Robert told him.
"I don't know why we were worried. He's in fine form," Michael told Whittemore.