Radial fracture, he said quietly.
Youre a doctor now?
I was a medical corpsman when I served, he replied. Saw plenty of breaks. He looked up and said, You dont want to go to the hospital, I take it?
I shook my head.
Of course not, he said. He prodded some more. I think its a clean break.
Can you set it?
Maybe, he said. But without imaging equipment, Ill have to do it by feel. It could heal crookedly if Im not good enough.
Id kill most of that equipment just by walking into the room with it, I said.
He nodded. Well have to immobilize the wrist right away once its done.
Dont know if I can afford that.
You cant not afford it, he replied bluntly. Assuming I get it set, one twist of your hand will shift the bone at the break. Youve got to immobilize and protect it or the ends will just grind together instead of healing.
I winced. Can you do a cast?
Theres too much swelling, he said. Well have to splint it and wait for the swelling to go down before it can take a proper cast. I could call Dr. Butters.
I flinched at the suggestion. Hes . . . sort of wary of me right now. And you know how much he doesnt like working on living people.
Michael frowned at me for a moment, studying my face carefully. Then he said, I see. He nodded and said, Wait here.
Then he got up and went out his back door, toward his workshop. He came back a few moments later with a tool-bag of items and set them out on the table. He washed his hands, and then took some antibacterial towelettes to my arm. Then he took my wrist and forearm in square, powerful hands.
This will hurt, he advised me.
Meh, I said.
Lean back against the pull. Then he began pulling with one hand, and putting gentle pressure on the upraised bone with the other.
It turned out that even the Winter Knights mantle has limits. Either that, or the batteries were low. A dull, bone-deep throb roared up my arm, the same pain you feel just before your limbs go numb while submerged in freezing water, only magnified. I was too tired to scream.
Besides.
I had it coming.
After a minute of pure, awful sensation, Michael exhaled and said, I think its back in place. Dont move it.
I sat there panting, unable to respond.
Michael wrapped the arm in a few layers of gauze, his hands moving slowly at first, and then with increasing confidenceold reflexes, resurfacing. Then he took the rectangular piece of sheet aluminum hed brought in from his workshop, gave my arm a cursory glance, and used a pair of pliers and his capable hands to bend it into a U-shape. He slid it over my hand at the knuckles,leaving my thumb and fingers free. The brace framed my arm most of the way to my elbow. He slid it back off and adjusted the angle of the bend slightly before putting it back on. Then he took a heavier bandage and secured the brace to my arm.
Hows that? he asked, when he was finished.
I tested it very, very gingerly. I cant twist my wrist. Of course, theres a problem with that.
Oh?
I spoke as lightly as I could. Yeah, I cant twist my wrist. What if theres some incredibly deadly situation that can only be resolved by me twisting my left wrist? It could happen. In fact, Im not quite sure how it could not happen, now.
He sat back, his eyes steady on my face.
I dropped the joking tone. Thank you, Michael, I said. I took a deep breath. There was no point in saying anything else, here. It must have been the broken arm talking, telling me it was a good idea to open up to someone. I should go.
I started pushing myself up.
Michael took his cane, hooked the handle around my ankle and calmly jerked my leg out from beneath me. I flopped back into the chair.
Harry, he said thoughtfully. How many times have I saved your life?
Bunch.
He nodded.
What have I asked you for in return?
Nothing, I said. Ever.
He nodded again. Thats right.
We sat in silence for a long time.
Finally, I said, very quietly, I dont know if Im one of the good guys anymore.
I swallowed.
He listened.
How can I be, I asked, after what Ive done?
What have you done? he asked.
It took me another minute to answer. You know about Mab. What I am now. The deal I made.
I also know that you did so intending to use that power to save your daughters life.
You dont know about Susan, I said. I met his eyes. I killed her, Michael.
I dont know what I looked likebut tears suddenly stood out in his eyes. Oh, Harry. He looked down. She turned, didnt she? What happened?
That son of a bitch, Martin, I said. He . . . he set her up. Sold out the family that had Maggie. I think he did it to set me on a collision course with the Red King, maybe hoping to focus the White Council on the war effort a little harder. But he had inside knowledge of the Reds, too. Hed worked for them. Was some kind of double agent, or triple agentI dont know. I dont think he was running a grand scheme to get to one specific moment . . . but he saw his chance. The Red King was getting set to kill Maggie as part of a ritual bloodline curse. The curse was meant to kill me and . . . other people, up my family tree.
Youre a doctor now?
I was a medical corpsman when I served, he replied. Saw plenty of breaks. He looked up and said, You dont want to go to the hospital, I take it?
I shook my head.
Of course not, he said. He prodded some more. I think its a clean break.
Can you set it?
Maybe, he said. But without imaging equipment, Ill have to do it by feel. It could heal crookedly if Im not good enough.
Id kill most of that equipment just by walking into the room with it, I said.
He nodded. Well have to immobilize the wrist right away once its done.
Dont know if I can afford that.
You cant not afford it, he replied bluntly. Assuming I get it set, one twist of your hand will shift the bone at the break. Youve got to immobilize and protect it or the ends will just grind together instead of healing.
I winced. Can you do a cast?
Theres too much swelling, he said. Well have to splint it and wait for the swelling to go down before it can take a proper cast. I could call Dr. Butters.
I flinched at the suggestion. Hes . . . sort of wary of me right now. And you know how much he doesnt like working on living people.
Michael frowned at me for a moment, studying my face carefully. Then he said, I see. He nodded and said, Wait here.
Then he got up and went out his back door, toward his workshop. He came back a few moments later with a tool-bag of items and set them out on the table. He washed his hands, and then took some antibacterial towelettes to my arm. Then he took my wrist and forearm in square, powerful hands.
This will hurt, he advised me.
Meh, I said.
Lean back against the pull. Then he began pulling with one hand, and putting gentle pressure on the upraised bone with the other.
It turned out that even the Winter Knights mantle has limits. Either that, or the batteries were low. A dull, bone-deep throb roared up my arm, the same pain you feel just before your limbs go numb while submerged in freezing water, only magnified. I was too tired to scream.
Besides.
I had it coming.
After a minute of pure, awful sensation, Michael exhaled and said, I think its back in place. Dont move it.
I sat there panting, unable to respond.
Michael wrapped the arm in a few layers of gauze, his hands moving slowly at first, and then with increasing confidenceold reflexes, resurfacing. Then he took the rectangular piece of sheet aluminum hed brought in from his workshop, gave my arm a cursory glance, and used a pair of pliers and his capable hands to bend it into a U-shape. He slid it over my hand at the knuckles,leaving my thumb and fingers free. The brace framed my arm most of the way to my elbow. He slid it back off and adjusted the angle of the bend slightly before putting it back on. Then he took a heavier bandage and secured the brace to my arm.
Hows that? he asked, when he was finished.
I tested it very, very gingerly. I cant twist my wrist. Of course, theres a problem with that.
Oh?
I spoke as lightly as I could. Yeah, I cant twist my wrist. What if theres some incredibly deadly situation that can only be resolved by me twisting my left wrist? It could happen. In fact, Im not quite sure how it could not happen, now.
He sat back, his eyes steady on my face.
I dropped the joking tone. Thank you, Michael, I said. I took a deep breath. There was no point in saying anything else, here. It must have been the broken arm talking, telling me it was a good idea to open up to someone. I should go.
I started pushing myself up.
Michael took his cane, hooked the handle around my ankle and calmly jerked my leg out from beneath me. I flopped back into the chair.
Harry, he said thoughtfully. How many times have I saved your life?
Bunch.
He nodded.
What have I asked you for in return?
Nothing, I said. Ever.
He nodded again. Thats right.
We sat in silence for a long time.
Finally, I said, very quietly, I dont know if Im one of the good guys anymore.
I swallowed.
He listened.
How can I be, I asked, after what Ive done?
What have you done? he asked.
It took me another minute to answer. You know about Mab. What I am now. The deal I made.
I also know that you did so intending to use that power to save your daughters life.
You dont know about Susan, I said. I met his eyes. I killed her, Michael.
I dont know what I looked likebut tears suddenly stood out in his eyes. Oh, Harry. He looked down. She turned, didnt she? What happened?
That son of a bitch, Martin, I said. He . . . he set her up. Sold out the family that had Maggie. I think he did it to set me on a collision course with the Red King, maybe hoping to focus the White Council on the war effort a little harder. But he had inside knowledge of the Reds, too. Hed worked for them. Was some kind of double agent, or triple agentI dont know. I dont think he was running a grand scheme to get to one specific moment . . . but he saw his chance. The Red King was getting set to kill Maggie as part of a ritual bloodline curse. The curse was meant to kill me and . . . other people, up my family tree.
