wanderingsin

Aggie joins them in the waiting room as Athelstan, Ragnar and Mags arrive.

She hugs each of the Few in turn, nodding to the others. “They’ve sent him in for an MRI straight away. He lost consciousness almost as soon as he was in the ambulance. They tell me that’s not unusual and not to worry.”

She crosses her arms, hugging herself a little, “But beyond that, they won’t tell me anything else. I’m not family.” She sounds just a little bitter about that. “I guess all we can do is wait.”

The smell of cooking emanates from Sin's apartment. And the sound of singing.

It was a good session all things considered. Talking to Athelstan really did help. And getting back into the right place in his head to model helped too. Something akin to meditation almost.

And Athelstan paid him. And paid him well for the session.

His scholarship covered his tuition and textbooks but nothing else. The languages tutoring three nights a week just covered his rent. But it was Athelstan's sessions that allowed him to eat and be human.

And tonight, he has enough to eat well and even share. His voice soars, high and sweet as he cooks.