They went downstairs to find Nigel checking their time on a watch. He looked at them and then pocketed his watch again.
"First, Edward is a lot more stable than he was," Nigel said. "I am much more optimistic about him than I was. I think we could move him out of this hole-in-the ground to a regular bedroom now, if you have any more rooms to move him to."
"Absolutely," Michael said. "If worse comes to worse, I have two single beds in my room. And I can only use one at a time. He could bunk with me."
"That might work because he wouldn't be entirely alone," Nigel said.
"If I need to hire him a private duty nurse, I'll do it," Angus said.
"Alright, then, so all options are still on the table, then. Good," Nigel said. "I'll let you know. Now, as for Robert. He's being a pistol. Understand that because his injuries are serious, we're still battling hypovolemic shock. In an overly simplified way, it's an illness caused by a dramatic shift in the fluid level in the body, and severe burns can cause such a shift. It's going to take time and close car to stabilize. Now, he isn't in jeopardy of dying or anything like that, but he has no use of either hand and he won't. Not for some time. And, because of the shock, he is just plain too sick to be going much of anywhere or doing much of anything.
"He is posing a huge risk to himself, though, and a potentially dangerous risk because he is not able to get off his mind the need to meet with you all. He is insistent that it has to be done straight away. Something about loose ends..."
"I know exactly what he's talking about," Brian said; "I think we all can figure out exactly what he's saying. And he's spot on."
"So take care of it before hurts himself," Nigel was impatient.
"Well, it can't be resolved that quickly or easily," Brian replied. "Can we see him? Maybe we can put his mind at ease that we know what he's concerned about and we'll keep working?"
"That would help," Kate said. "He needs to know that we hear him and that we're still operating as we should."
"Understand that he still isn't as clear headed as he should be, so no meeting can be overwhelming or prolonging.."
"I have to ask," Brian said. "You have a reputation of not working with someone unless they come to you, not the other way 'round. So how long will you stay?"
"Brian," Kate frowned reprimandingly.
"Oh, its a fair question," Nigel said. "I respect a man for speaking plainly. You're right. I generally don't make housecalls, and I haven't done anything quite like this--ever. However, Robert Lupin and Edward Donohue aren't just any wizards, are they? Robert is a former Minister of Magic. He's also the chief of staff and the potionsmaster for the only wizarding hospital in England. And, apparently, he's also a spy. Edward Donohue's legend speaks for itself. He's in more wizarding history books than I care to count. So, under the circumstances, I shall stay until I am convinced they are both firmly on the road to recovery and out of danger enough that I can step their cases down to you lot to manage, Fair enough?"
"More than fair enough," Kate said.
"So, I'll let you all meet with him--in his room--but only for a few minutes. And remember, your task is to put him at ease."
"Our task is to let him know he's being heard," Brian said firmly.
"So when can you do this?"
"Any issue with doing it now?" Brian asked.
"We'll have to wake him for a moment, but outside of that, no."
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