Cris stood up and reached for Angus's hand. Angus stood up, and he walked Cris over to the main house. Robert was in the kitchen as they went inside.
"Cris?" Robert asked.
"Trebuie să-mi cer scuze pentru monstrul meu," Cris told Robert quietly, looking at the floor. Robert came over and lifted Cris's face to look at him and asked him if he was sure he wanted to do this today, and Cris nodded. Robert looked at Angus. "He's still in sickbay. Sergio and Ana are there. Do they know about Cris?"
"Yes," Angus said. "How's the boy?"
"Still unconscious," Robert said. "If he does this, you be sure to help him deal."
"Certainly," Angus said. He took Cris, and they walked downstairs slowly to the sickbay. Angus told him it would look like a hospital room, and Cris just nodded. When they got to the sickbay door, Angus opened it just a crack so that Sergio and Ana could see it was Angus with a little boy, presumably the one who had hurt their son. "May we come in?" Angus said. "He'd like to have just a word with you." Sergio nodded, and Ana just watched, unsure this tiny little boy was going to be able to face this--all of this. And at the moment, for all of her past with Angus, she could think of no better champion to help the lad through the horror he was about to see than Angus. Her mother's heart already ached for this tiny little boy.
Angus opened the door slowly. He looked at Sergio's unmoving son, covered in bandages, looking more dead than alive. He wanted to pull Cris bac, but Cris wanted to talk to these grownups. He was already taking a couple steps into the room. Angus walked through the doorway right beside him, still holding Cris's hand. Cris looked at Sergio and Ana and then looked at the figure in the bed. And at the very instant he saw the boy, a horrendous, heartbreaking wail left Cris's lips.
"Era prietenul meu! Prietenul meu!" Cris cried. Angus understood. There was more here. This, Cris said, was his friend. Angus could hear the words instantly etched indelibly in his head as one of the most painful sounds he had ever heard in his life. "My friend! He was my friend!" Angus had every intention of gathering Cris up and whisking him out, but Sergio and Ana, they were lightning fast, and in that fraction of a second, they had flown to Cris and they had both wrapped him tight in a hug to into them both. There was not one shred of hatred or anger left. Sergio and Ana had only compassion and comfort and love for this child who was now sobbing in their arms.
Angus felt a hand on his own shoulder. He glanced to see Robert was beside him, the scream clearly drawing him downstairs.
"Let him grieve," Robert said softly to Angus. "He has lost so much, but now he can start to heal. Angus wasn't actually hearing the conversation that was passing between Cris and Ana and Sergio. Several long minutes passed, and Sergio and Ana continued to hug Cris and comfort him and reassure him.
"Angus," Sergio finally called. "May we take him back to Jessie's?"
"Of course," Angus said. Sergio picked up Cris and Ana and Angus followed, as Sergio carried Cris, who was hiding in Sergio's shoulder, back to the place Cris would now call home.