Lance was slightly shocked tpat the words, but put his hands up on a defensive manner. “Why? What has he do preserve this?” his ear still dripped blood, but compared to Marcus he was off easy. Lance jolted forward, and secured Marcus, going through the procedure for treating those suffering a seizure to ensure he wouldn’t cause himself further harm in his struggle.

((Sorry I disappeared as well))

“I can’t tell what it looked like, man. But, Mrs. Solcombe was right, it sounded like how villains sound in movies, with all the distortion.” Lance offered, tilting his head, and pulling out his phone. “Shall I get an ambulance involved or am I going to have to set your arm, while Mrs. Solocombe pulls out the first aid kit?” Lance offered a choice, knowing that hospitals were usually full of ghost, usually one’s that did not even begin to realize they were dead.

“Okay then.” Lance offered, pulling Marcus’s good arm over his shoulder before noting the blood from Marcus’s ears. “Can’t even hear them, and the noise busts your drums. That’s not really all that fair.” Lance offered quietly, to avoid setting up a migraine for either of them. Ghost flooded into the area drawn by the noise and sense of power, all mumbling and aura’s fluctuating with nerves. “Let’s get you to the shop then.”

“Not to sure really, Ko will be with Mrs. Solocombe I’m sure unless she has decided to leave for the evening. Jack and any of the newbies could be around. Let’s face it, they’ll have to see it sometime, and if the worst should happen I could always say you were mugged, or something.” Lance offered keeping his pace slow, as Markus limped along.

Lance just rolled his eyes at that, not bothering to shrug for fear of opening wounds further.

((TTYL))

((Sure, if all else fails we could just make this a 1×1 and create other characters as need be. Time skip to when?))

Lance had stuck around in Lance’s room after his ear had been taken care off, the gauze and bandaging making the side of his face seem swollen and mismatched, though no where near as bad as Marcus’s face which had taken quite a few hits from the angry spirit. Lance had been somewhat distracted, until he heard the familiar clop of flats on tile. “Marcus, it seems Claire found our note.” Claire had been the only female employee of the shop when Lance had joined the family a year ago, she’d been the seer and now it seemed she was determined to see Marcus, if only to yell at him, she was much to nervous for her own good.

Claire had driven her car to the hospital the moment she had found the note left for Mrs. Solocombe, it had obviously been written by Lance, after all he was the only one she knew who wrote in script. The note had been a vague note about injures and a hospital trip, and the ambiguity only meant one thing someone was hurt, and badly. Needless to say, Claire had found Marcus’s room and was determined to give her a piece of her mind. Her skirt waved helplessly behind her, and the button down shirt had been rolled up to the sleeves an obvious gesture of her nerves.

((Decided to add another character, can’t just be us two.))

Claire as opposed to yelling at him outright crossed the floor with long strides and planted a kiss to each of their foreheads, muttering a quick thanks for the if safety, before she moved back and crossed her arms. “I go on vacation with my family for a week, and the first thing I see when I get back is a note stuffed in the doorframe. Honestly, Marcus you should have known better then to go out like that without someone when activity has been so high!” Clarie’s voice cracked then, but she shook it away. “Don’t do it again.”

Lance just shrugged this was normal behavior for Claire, she was a fighter, but she hated to see someone hurt, if that someone was her family, she’d stop at nothing to make sure they were okay. “I’ll try my best, I’m sure Marcus will as well, that is if he chooses to.”

Claire huffed, but otherwise accepted the words. With a quick glance about, she sat at the edge of Marcus’s bed and passed him a chocolate bar. “Mrs. Solocombe always said sweets made her feel better, I’m sure you could use a little of that, considering the hospital food you are likely to ingest not to long from now.” Claire smiled, lightly patting Marcus’s hand before pulling her bag of her shoulders and handing it to Lance.

“Why are you handing this to me?” He questioned before hanging it on the back of his chair.
“Because, you don’t argue with me about it.” Claire began before glaring at Marcus, a soft glare one an older sister would shoot to a much younger sibling, despite the fact that she was a little more then a year younger then him.

“Am I whipped, or am I a gentleman?” Lance asked before shaking his head, “Yeah, whipped that sounds right.” At this Claire let out a blubby laugh of her own, blonde hair covering her face as she leaned forward with the force of her giggles. “You are totally whipped. Not just by me, but by everyone. That lady who works at the Bakery asks you to bring the flour in every time it comes in, and you always do it.” Claire pulled herself forward before wiping her eyes.

“So, Marc when do you get outta here?” Claire asked leaning forward and breaking off a piece off the chocolate bar. “Glad you approve, most people don’t like dark chocolate figured milk couldn’t fail me.”

Lance had heard it only a second before Marcus mentioned it. The loud hiss reverberating loudly in his ears. His head already pounded as muffled words entered the mix. “An able body, we have what we need. And he cannot protect himself.” Lance bit the inside of his cheek to keep from making any noise to signal his distress but hips face was contorted in pain. “Yes, Marcus I can hear it too, this isn’t the kindest of places.” Lance’s voice was shaky, but he finally lifted his head and foucsed not on the hissing, but another voice a quieter voice.

Claire looked around the room, when Lance and Marcus changed her eyes scanning the room, for any activity that was abnormal. There was a woman in the corner, obviously from the mid-40′s judging by the nurses uniform, checking the IV in Marcus’s arm, before offloading away to q bed only she could see. “I don’t see it whatever it is, and the voice is a no go for me.”

Claire contended to glance nervously around the room, her hands fumbling forward to grab the bag off Lance’s chair. She shoved her hand into the bag before pulling out a heavy silver chain, a small blue orb attached to the end of it, the piece looked similar to a necklace, but Calire wrapped it around Marus’s hand. “I can’t see it either, I can see others, but not what you’re talking about. Mrs. Solocombe wasn’t in the shop when I dropped by most likely investigating something, I called her but you know how unreliable she can be, when she’s busy.”

Lance attempted to focus back in on the hissing, but the voice he had heard was gone and the hissing persisted, a harsh sound that grated the ears, and made Lance long for the dull ache from his ruptured ear drum to settle in his opposite ear. “It’s something, doesn’t seem quite human either.”

(( Of course a catch up is in order, glad to have you back on board. Mrs. Solcombe has accepted all of the people to her shop, and has returned with news that something is. Happening that is causing an influx in spirits and their power resulting in awakening all sorts of power in people. Marcus has been attacked by a spirit and is in the hospital for his wounds, and there is something there. Perhaps you came to the hospital with Claire? If you want to jump in that is. I hope the summary wasn’t as bad as I believe it to be. ))

Clarke had returned to the shop to find Mrs. Solocombe in hopes that she could find something other then a small charm to protect Marcus. Then the bell had rung and she had turned on her heel, aggravation setting in until the girl said her name. “I’m Claire, it’s nice to meet you Jess. I’ve worked at the shop for about two years now, it’s nice to see a new face.” She shook the keys to prove her identity. “I’m looking for a protection charm, Greek or Jewish in origin to give to Marcus. It looks like a large eye and it’s a large almost the size of a door knocker. Sorry about being so frantic it’s just that both Lance and Marcus were attacked, and I need to get something to keep spirits away.”

Lance’s eyes widened as the doctor entered the room, the hissing had come to an abrupt stop and the room was filled with an intense spiritual energy. Possession was an easy conclusion to jump to, as powerful and weak ghosts were known to get control of a human from time to time, but containers such as Marcus were easier to control if untaught. With the pressure in the room reaching an all time high, Lance reached into his pocket and pulled out a locket from his pocket, the shape of it was a unique one it was long and meant to hold a parchment, but instead it held a small amount of Holy Water a quick distraction for anything and everything, though only a distraction. At this moment Lance wished he had the skill for srkying as Mrs. Solocombe a bit of rosewood and a few words would keep another boundary over the one that a spirit had set up.

((I was gone forever, sorry about that.))

((I’ll just wing it then.))

Lance was quick to pluck the cork from the locket, tossing it’s contents on the floor, as he locked eyes with the doctor. His pupils dilated beyond that of a normal person, and the water on the ground causing a flare of his nostrils. “Marcus, I’m not the best kind of human shield, but we’ll see what I can do,” With that Lance was scarmbling out of the chair, and pushing himself forward out of the space the water protected. The spirit inhabiting the body threw a slew of curses, most of which were in a guttural language that he couldn’t recongize, and lunged forward, one hand moving forward to land a powerful blow to the eye, the other moving to wrap about his throat. With the close proximity, Lance pushed a rosary to the doctor’s forehead, the lord’s prayer coming out quickly as he fought for air.

((yay?))