Michael really wasn't feeling like he was able to do much more than swat the witch with a flyswatter anyway, so he gave in and let Robert help him to bed. Robert discouraged him from, any other position for now but lying flat, telling Michael that any other position was certainly going to hurt. Once Michael was actually in bed, Robert laid his hand on Michael's forehead and cast a powerful pain removal spell, and the instant he did, Michael collapsed into a deep, sound sleep.
"Robert?" Kate asked softly, concerned.
"He's alright," Robert reassured her, his voice almost a whisper. "We'll let him rest. It's the best thing for him right now." He motioned everyone to follow him out of the bedroom, and Robert closed the door, so Michael would not be disturbed.
"Now, Kate, go with one of the guys here and pack a few things for Michael, would you? You know what he usually likes. And he's going to want more cigarettes, pipe tobacco, his favorite pipe, the dogs and their food and toys, some more clothes, and...."
"I know how to pack for him," Kate said. "We'll be fine."
"Bring him a couple of books, would you? He's going to need something to occupy his brain."
"We've got four floors of books here, Robert," she scowled.
"Yes, well, if you go into his study, the shelf that is right to your right has two or three stacks of books that are not filed because they're the ones he hasn't read yet. You could bring those for starters. Kate, where's Marcus? I thought he would be here with you."
"He's here. He's out on a run. He's not far, believe me," she said. "As for Michael, we'll manage to pack for him, I'm sure." She looked at Jack and Jessie and Kaden. "Which one of you boys wants to come with me to Michael's?"