After fainting the last time, I don't blame Scott for being apprehensive about going alone, and since neither twin wants to back down from where they want to go...
The writer looked back and forth between the pair of identical, expectant stares. He hated being put on the spot and didn't want to disappoint either of them, but he was more worried about Scott's unease than his twin's enthusiasm. "I'll keep Scott company at the hospital," he decided. "And if we turn up nothing, we can always swing by the shoot afterward. It's probably unlikely Gula will do anything anyway, especially with Gloria around."
Enya's smile weakened while her brother's became wider, but she shrugged and nodded. "Fair enough, but you both better come running if, by some fluke, all Hell breaks loose. I'll call if something does happen, but I see your point."
"And like he said," Scott added, flashing Nathan a grin. "If we turn up nothing, who says we can't stop by the shoot too? It's my experience that photo shoots are rarely quick affairs. Well, at least none of Gloria's were..."
"So I'll call the girls and tell them I'll be there shortly," Enya concluded with one final nod. "I'll take our car and you and Nathan can take his."
"Sounds like a plan."
While Enya went to make her call back to her band, Scott moved next to Nathan and gave him a firm pat on the back. "Looks like it's you and me investigating. Ready to see what crops up?"
Nathan laughed. "Ready as I'll ever be."
It was a typical afternoon at the hospital, as far as the boys could tell when they arrived. Nathan wondered how they were going to get past the waiting area when they had no real reason to be there, and was starting to worry about possibly lying about visiting someone and getting caught and needing to explain themselves... when Scott simply moseyed up to the desk and told them they were there to do follow up on Nathan's head injury. He'd completely forgotten he was supposed to have been injured, but Scott didn't seem the least bit surprised that he was still confused. That selective memory loss was coming in really handy.
"So, I'll be honest, this is the reason I wanted you with me," Scott said as they sat down in one of the small check up rooms not far from the waiting area. "If I had to go alone, I could have used my press pass and come up with some story about an article, I'm sure, but it's just easier having a semi-legitimate excuse. And it's been about a week, so you're probably due anyway."
"You sure this has nothing to do with the fact that these... things are drawn to me?" Nathan couldn't help his teasing question. He'd been thinking about it since they left the apartment: Scott could sense them, but they would be drawn to Nathan. "I think that alone makes it pretty reasonable to want me here."
His coworker actually frowned slightly. "I told you; I'm not keen on using you as bait, but yeah, I guess it's a little bit of that too." He winced, rubbed his temple. "And I don't care what En says. Whatever it is, it's definitely here." His brows knotted, and he rubbed both sides of his head. "God damn it..."
"Are you alright?" Nathan -- who'd sat down across from him -- stood and moved to the chair beside Scott, leaning forward to check on him. The other reporter wrinkled his nose, shook his head.
"It's near," he mumbled. "Give me a minute. I thought I was prepared for it this time, but it's still overwhelming. Just let me steady myself." Scott took several long, deep breaths, closed his eyes and leaned back. Nathan waited.
After a minute and another deep breath, the pain on his face ease, and Scott smiled again, opening his eyes and giving Nathan a relieved smile. "I'm good. It's just rough when it hits me all at once like that. Definitely the same thing that got me the last time I was here."
Nathan was still worried for him. "Does it always hurt? Sensing them, I mean. That... didn't look at all pleasant."
Scott sighed, still smiling though he shook his head. "Since I've never explained before, it's not like you could remember. No, it doesn't usually hurt, but the more powerful the entity, the stronger the sensation, and when I'm not ready for it, well, it can be a doozy. I guess a part of me was hoping Enya was right and it wouldn't be here, so it still surprised me some when it did hit." He chuckled. "I'm fine now though."
Glad he was okay, Nathan relaxed some. "What does it feel like when you sense something, besides a headache?"
Scott laughed again. "It's... weird. A whole myriad of sensations. Senses of color, emotions, sounds, sometimes even smells. Like this one..." He closed his eyes again, concentrating. "It's calm, but very eerie. Almost too calm. The colors are bright, almost blindingly white, but with a predominance of yellow... some vague blues, greens. Sounds like the wind, or fast movement." He opened his eyes and shrugged. "Though what I notice most is it smells like lemons."
He didn't get a chance to answer. There was a light knock on the door before it was opened, and Nathan's jaw dropped when the doctor entered.
Raphael smiled knowingly at him. "Ah, hello again, Mr. Keene. Here to see about your," he chuckled, "head?" His pale green eyes moved to Scott, looking him over perhaps a bit too intently as he extended his hand. "I am Dr. Caraway."
Scott forced a smile and didn't seem at all happy about the introduction, reluctantly taking his hand for a brief shake before quickly pulling back. "Nice to meet you," he mumbled, then cleared his throat, trying to hide his unease. "I'm Nathan's friend and coworker. Just here to help."
"Mmmm..." The angel continued to stare at him, the smirk never leaving his face. "I am sure I can find something for you to do." He then turned his attention back to Nathan. "And besides follow-up on your injury, is there anything else you would like to discuss, Karol?"
Trying to earn my trust or not, Raphael still gives me shivers, and Scott's definitely uncomfortable with him. I'm sure I can talk freely around him about the angels, but do I want to let him know now that this one has asked a favor of me? There are a lot of questions I could ask Raphael -- why is he here at the hospital, for one -- but if I ask too much, I may reveal to Scott that I know more than I admitted to earlier. Should I tell him? What do I do?