A break from the Wizarding world.. sort of

Chase smiled when she realized that Reid was in fact magical. Good, no more beating about the bush. "Oh good." she said with relief. She turned back to Calvin and felt her smile soften. The poor guy. "Yeah, I'll go with you." She said moving down to sit next to him and pulled out a little embroidered handkerchief. They were out of fashion, but Chase found a lot of use for them anyway. She gently wiped away Calvin's tears with an affectionate smile. "Come on, lets go..." She said softly and stood up holding out a hand for him.

Chase held onto his hand lightly and went to the door. "It was very nice to meet you Reid, I'll have him back soon, once they heal up his hand, which probably won't take more then a few seconds." She said and closed the door behind her and Calvin. "I'm so sorry about Pac Man, love." She purred and kept a hold of his hand, guiding him to the elevator. Pressing the down button she turned back to him and took ahold of his bad hand by the wrist. "Can I see it please?" She asked softly, glancing up into his eyes before looking down at his hand again.

It was a pretty bad cut, he looked like he had grabbed the glass instead of just fallen on it. And from what she had seen from him so far, she wouldn't have been surprised. Poor guy had used up all of his tears from before, but he still looked so miserable. She wasn't sure what she was feeling about him either. Kiss him or hug him? He was so sweet, in a childish way, and it made her feel a lot more motherly towards him, like she had to protect him from everything, including himself.

[LMAO, the world's oldest, yet still not completed, thread]

There was a noticeable sparkle in Calvin’s tear filled eyes- something that even Reid, who was had gotten up off of the sofa and had made his way back over to the kitchen to get himself something to drink, could spot, and though Reid was an intelligent fellow, it took him a moment before he realized that the cause of Calvin’s sudden starstruck expression had to do with the fact that Chase had touched his face, gently wiping away his tears. Reid’s ears moved in a way that made him resemble a small animal expressing his curiosity with the situation; for some reason, he just couldn’t imagine Calvin having feelings for anyone- he was always too caught up in, well, tripping over his own feet.

Calvin grinned abruptly, and though his grin was crooked due to the pain in his hand, and of the loss of a dear friend, it still held that sense of wonder that his eyes did as Chase curled her delicate fingers around his hand. The awkward young man spoke, but it seemed as if every word that he had managed to form in his mind in order to speak, had come out flipped and jumbled to the point where it sounded as if his brain had picked up alien interference- luckily, Reid managed to interrupt him before this continued on for too long, “Go on, Calvin, get to the hospital before you bleed to death,” he ushered him forward, flattening both palms against his friend’s back before pushing him towards the door. Calvin stumbled, but he continued forward, holding Chase’s hand for the second time that day.

It wasn’t until after the two reached the elevator, and Chase had mentioned it, did the pain in Calvin’s palm begin to really set in, “Ouchy, ouch, ouch, ouch!” Calvin squeaked, squirming as Chase attempted to take a peek at his injury; though his stomach seemed to fill with a swarm of butterflies every time she even bumped into him, the pain that the slice in his skin caused, overpowered that pleasant feeling.

He whimpered when he accidentally caught sight of the blood that continued to slowly ooze from the wound; he had greatly enjoyed studying to become a Healer when he had planned to be one once upon a time- but it had been the brain that had interested him, the brain and the skull, not the blood that allowed those things to function.

Calvin shivered- when Calvin shivered, it often appeared as if he were dancing in place, for he seemed to add a bit more BAM to everything, even if you really, really wished he didn’t- and slowly took a seat on the carpeted floors of the elevator, which had already passed one floor. “You’re a very nice person,” Calvin suddenly stated, as if the words had leapt from his tongue, eager to compliment his new friend, which had helped him so much already, in such a sort amount of time.

Chase felt horribly sorry for Calvin. She glanced around her for a moment, before taking his hand gently and pulling out her wand. "Here.. I'll at least help with the pain.." She said softly, tapping his hand with it, and the wound started to heal slightly. There was still a noticeable cut on the hand, and it still bled a bit, but it wouldn't need stitches now she was sure. Just a good bandage and some pain killers. "Is that better luv?" She asked softly, her eyes finding his.

He was acting oddly now, and it made Chase feel funny. He kept saying sounds and words that didn't make sense, but she didn't mind. Again, she felt like she needed to take care of him, and she knew it was probably best if he was at least out of the house for a while. Even if he really didn't need the hospital, and she could patch him up in seconds flat, he needed to get out of the scene of the crime. The Elevator beeped and they had gone down another floor when Calvin spoke, and this time it made a lot more sense.

"Thank you Calvin, I think you are very nice too." She said beaming at him. "It's hard to find nice people these days, and I'm happy that I met someone as nice as you." She said patting his hand lightly. "Does it hurt to terribly?" She asked softly, looking down at his hand and sighing. It made her sad to think that someone like Calvin could be pushed down so easily in today's world, and she wanted to help him the best she could.

[OOC: I forget.. is this before or after Chase's parents died?]

OOC: Before, I believe.

Drawing his knees upward so that he could tap his worn sneakers against the carpeted elevator floor, Calvin brought one long arm around his shins, and sat his injured hat atop his knee gently, as if it were a bomb that would explode if moved too quickly or knocked a bit too roughly against anything, “Yes-yes-yes. Your healing spell helped some though,” he replied, his eyes wandering aimlessly around the small, square contraption they were floating downward in; he didn’t want to face the injury. “I like the hospital,” he announced with a nod of his head, “The people there are nice too,” he explained, though that was only half the reason for his love towards St. Mungo’s hospital; Calvin enjoyed the atmosphere of the place, the clean white halls, the patients’ grinning faces when they were told that they were going to be fine… the part of the process that he didn’t miss was the suffering of the other half of the patients who weren’t going to be ‘fine’.

After seeing the hopeless tears of a child who’s life had practically been ripped away from him, Calvin had been forced to decided whether or not he would be able to handle the sorrow that came along with the job- the task of entering a hopeful patient’s room and telling them that their world was going to crumble to pieces in matter of years… Calvin had chosen to leave the hospital that same evening, and hadn’t set foot inside the sacred place since.

Calvin clicked his shoes together. Once, twice, three times, four times- DING! The vibrant, glowing numbers that hovered above the elevator door signaled that the pair had made it to the lobby as the door slid open slowly with a soft whoosh!, as if they had been vacuum-packed into the contraption. “Up, up, up…” Calvin sang to himself as he climbed off of the floor, straightening himself like a infant giraffe just learning how to walk; he had always been awkwardly tall, but it was more noticeable then in the small elevator with its low ceiling.

The skin around the young man’s eyes still looked incredibly irritated- red and puffy - as he turned to offer a grin to Chase, making it appear as if the top half of his face belonged to that of a man who had just lost a family member, and the lower half was rejoicing, for Calvin had made a friend who he liked very much, smiling awkwardly, for his grin had been deemed ‘permanently lopsided’ when as a child it had been noted that he did not have the ability to smile like any normal person would.

“Don’t you break my door, boy, that thing is expensive!” The manager called from behind his desk, sitting in the same place he had when Calvin and Chase had entered the building. "OH, I would never," Calvin replied honestly as he walked forward, drawing an X across his heart with his index finger, as if the promise that if he did break the door, that he would die in the process. "I swear!" Calvin added, fallowed by a loud sniff in order to keep his nose from running, which was most likely a result of the tears the young man had shed over his lost pet fish.