Beep.
Ugh?
Beep.
Feeling..? Soft..? Warm..? Sheet, sheet, duvet.
Urh-h-h-h-h-h…
My eyes flicker open and brightbrightblur close again.
I'm… Alive..? Ah, confusion… No, Erebos isn't that bright. What was..? Fight with… Nabu. Right. I was… What was I..?
Ring. Ring! Wholeness Rightly… No. Rings 're, rings are gone. That's not good. I rub my ring fingers with my thumbs just to make sure there isn't some sort of interference or blocking mechanism. No, they're gone. Agh.
Okay, my head's too full of cotton wool to try calling them, and I'm probably in some kind of building. Don't want to.. call them through a wall and hurt someone.
I try moving my arms. Yes… They move, but it feels… Sluggish. And not just because of the duvet. I'm.. injured..? Nothing hurts, but I might be drugged. Don't.. feel any drips. Or handcuffs, which were a possibility depending on what happened.
…
What did happen?
Oh, this better not be one of those stupid illusion things, and the fight's still going on in the real-. No, I don't see Nabu going in for that.
Alright, so I'm probably in St Mary's. Good… What do I-? Oh! Oh. Mister Siskin, Nabu killed him. Burned him.. out. I'll… Have to get John-. Someone anyway, to check whether he's dead-dead or just discorporated. I don't think… Nabu would have made a mistake… He did kill the Terror Thing, and the magics involved are probably the same.
I didn't… I didn't think he'd do that. Just another way he fails to live up to the heroic ideal. Another demonstration of why he doesn't deserve to be on the Justice League.
Or… Failed, I suppose. He could well be dead, or rendered such a simpleton that John could have dealt with him.
Mister Siskin is dead because I persuaded him to join us. He wasn't… Strictly necessary. The… Draining thing would have worked perfectly well without him. I just thought-. I wanted to bring Nabu down without that, if we could. He clearly has fears…
If I'd been a bit quicker with the chain…
I'll have to tell his.. parents, his family. And I don't know if anyone else died, or…
I open my eyes again, wincing as the light once again burns my eyes. Couldn't they have..? Curtains, or something..?
"'oight." I close my eyes again for a moment. Come on mouth, work. "'ight. Bright."
There's a.. rustling, and the sound of steps on a hard floor. The light dims a little. "'ank you."
"Are you awake? Should I get the nurse?"
M'gann? That's a… Pleasant surprise.
"No, just…" Openopenopenopen. "Uhhhhhhhrrrrr."
The light dims further as I finally manage to focus and find M'gann standing over me. She's in full Martian mode-. No, in full Miss Martian mode, skin chalk white and hair sheer black. "Hiiiiii there."
"How do you feel?"
"Woozy.. and, slightly numb. A-heh, which is… Wrong, because you don't feel numb, because… Numb isn't feeling." No, that's not right either. "Numb is not being able to feel. That's it."
"Well, you're… Fairly coherent." I feel something -her hand- on my forehead. "Your thoughts were all so mixed up I didn't know if you were-." Footsteps and a door opening, M'gann's head jerking up to face… "Superboy, he's awake."
I hear a sort of cough-sniff as Wolf trots in just ahead of her father. "Hey." He gives me a worried smile. "Had us kinda worried there."
"What-." Agh, my mouth feels like… I'm not quite in control. "What… Day..?"
Nabu strides through the still-open door behind him as the levels of light in the room drop still further, M'gann, Kon and Wolf all ceasing all movement. His cape billows slightly as he comes to the foot of my-. Doesn't matter, focus, rings! Rings, get here-!
He looks down at me for a moment. Can't.. can't focus…
Then he reaches up and pulls the helmet off his head.
…
"John?"
John slowly nods his head. "Just about."
He looks like he's been through the wringer. Actually… So does the helmet. He's got it slightly tucked under his right arm, but I can see what I think are Adom's finger marks where he squeezed it. Nabu's gold cloak… It was his coat. With the helmet off it's back to its usual fawn colour, but it was glowing. Kon and M'gann are just.. stopped, not moving, breathing... M'gann's hair is suspended in the air where she was turning her head. Some sort of suspended animation?
"What..? I-i-it work?"
"Pretty much. What'd you see up to?"
"He… He s-stabbed the… Battery."
John nods. "Not too clever, that. Just sped it all up. Had to grab the skull a bit quick, but apart from that…"
I relax, my head tilting back slightly. "Anyone..? Else.. die..?"
"Giovanni's banged up like you were. Maybe worse. Adom walked it off. Jade needed one of those potions. Disappeared yesterday. Rob headed off back to Cornwall before your-" He glances at Kon, then returns his attention to me. "-mates showed up. Zatanna's with her dad."
I manage a weak nod. "Siskin?"
"Gone mate. Sorry."
"Parents. I need to tell his-."
John shakes his head. "Adom did it."
I suppose he's got experience. "Nabu?"
"Same. If it helps."
A weak shake. "No. Not really." Why.. couldn't he just… I've hated him for eight months solid. Might be nice to be able to enjoy the idea… "You?"
John raises his left hand, an ankh of crackling red lightning appearing over his palm. "Strange. The chaos thing I could… Felt a bit like everything was exploding at a hundred miles an hour, but… I could get it. This is… I dunno what this is."
"Balance. You should be able to… To harmonise-."
He looks me straight in the eyes, glaring slightly. His eyes are bloodshot and red and gold lights dance in his irises. "Yeah, well it's a bit harder than that when you actually do it, alright. Feels like getting torn into a million pieces whenever…" He closes his eyes for a moment, his whole body sort of shimmering. "Dunno if I'll be able t' do it."
"Anything I can do?"
"Not unless you know where you can find a Lord of Chaos and a Lord of Order working together."
"Shazam and Oggar. It… It didn't last, but…"
He nods. "Something to look at." He takes a deep breath, then exhales. "Look… I agreed with this. I was right with you every step. I'm feeling rough as anything... Not your fault." He steps back. "But don't come looking for me for a bit, yeah?"
I nod as he puts the helmet back on, turns and walks away.