Chapter 11

The landing this time was more graceful, although it garnered them some attention from bystanders. Alas, Troy’s powers of flight had deserted him by the time they were ready to head back to Wykon after Beck’s wound, or at least what was left of it, had been sealed with some hemostatic glue-type stuff, which was no doubt more hygienic than Superglue. Beck’s thumb had then been wrapped in a bandage and he’d been given a TDAP shot. Beck had grumbled about the cost of it all but Troy had insisted on paying as he’d been the one to push Beck into seeking treatment.

Troy suggested they sit on a bench outside the medical facility. Maybe if he rested for a while, he’d be able to fly again. But just in case, Troy asked if Beck could call home and ask if either of his parents could come get them.

Beck’s head dropped. “My folks and I are estranged. We haven’t spoken in years.”

“I’m sorry.”

Beck shrugged. “My house used to belong to my late grandparents. I live alone.”