"No, not a word," Edward said, "but I guess I didn't expect them to. That isn't what they normally do. Those two normally just do what they're sent out to do and then come home."
Evelyn was screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs in the rug when they arrived in Switzerland, and that drew nurses, orderlies, and finally Jeffrey into the main hallway. Marcus handed the bag of clothes to a nurse as Jeffrey looked in one end of the rug and saw feet. He went to the other end of the rug and looked inside.
"Well, well. Welcome home, Evelyn," Jeffrey said.
"She's had a dose of her medicine," Angus said.
"Well done," Jeffrey said. He looked at his staff. "Take her back to her room and get her settled again, please." Two orderlies picked up the rug and carried it off. Jeffrey looked at Angus. "And now for you. You're dripping all over the carpet. Come with me, and I'll get you a plaster or two."
The staff found multiple small but deep cuts on Evelyn where she had been brawling with Angus in the glass, and Jeffrey found several on Angus. Jeffrey did not have the same ability to heal by touch that Robert did. He depended on potions and on his wand--or on muggle methods for lesser things.
"I'll use a mending spell to start it healing and put some dressings on these spots. Robert has more of a gift in healing them quicker than I have. That healing by touch thing that he does serves these situations well. You'd do well to ask him to have a go at them. They're not serious. More nuisances than anything else. Still, he'll be able to either close them on the spot if he's very good or he'll have them closed and gone in 24 hours or so," Jeffrey told him. "I'd ask Marcus to set to your clothes right before you go home, though. Porting with bleeding wounds caused you to bleed heavier than you would have if you'd see to them before you ported. You rather look like you were in a knife fight and lost. Oh, and ask Robert too to check the back of your head. What happened there?"
"Thanks," Angus said. "That was the whiskey decanter that Evelyn broke over the back of my head."
"Well, that wasn't very sporting, was it?"
"Not so much," Angus said. Jeffrey handed him a couple of aspirin and a glass of water.
"I don't see any concussion, but if Robert is smart, he'll check that either tonight or tomorrow just to be sure."
As Angus was taking the aspirin, Marcus came in.
"You can have him any time now to take him home," Jeffrey said. "You might want to tend to his clothes a little before he goes anywhere else. His clothes are a real mess."
"Yeah. I know," Marcus said. He flicked his wand at Angus's clothes to clean them. The rips weren't all that bad, so Marcus didn't even attempt to mend those. "How'd she get loose?"
"Looks like she pickpocketed the key from one of the orderlies," Jeffrey said. "We definitely can make sure that doesn't happen again now that I know that's one of her many talents."
"She has slipped out of almost every facility I've had her in," Marcus sighed.
"Ah, well, now that I know, she'll find it a lot tougher going," Jeffrey said.
"She thinks we're still married, damnit," Marcus said. "And she thinks she still has joint custody of the kids."
"I'll handle that when she gets stable again. Besides, if she can't get out and can't send anymore owls, that will be a mute point," Jeffrey said.
"The last time she was this bad, it took months to get her back into any reasonable state. I don't think my girlfriend understands what its like to have a partner in this sort of shape. She doesn't understand Evelyn is rarely dangerous but she is persistent and needs constant looking after. Sometimes I think I should have not divorced her so I could continue to do that."
"Oh, for what end, Marcus? That's not a marriage, and you know it. That was just a legal technicality, and you didn't need to be married to her to look after her. She's my problem, not yours, and you're better when she's with me than with you. Go reassure your family and your girl and get on with your life. There's nothing more you can do here."
"Thanks, Jeffrey," Marcus said. "Let's go home, Angus."
"Sounds like a great idea."
Angus and Marcus headed back to England, and they stopped at an off license store, and Marcus picked up two bottles of their finest firewhiskey. Then they headed home. They walked in, with Marcus carrying the firewhiskey.
"The inmate has been returned to the asylum, so we're going to crack open this 27 year old bottle of top shelf firewhiskey," Marcus told them. "Anyone else want some besides Angus and me?"