Don't worry

Tony pulled away and went over to the man. “Mr. Shark?” he asked in a timid voice and pushed on the body. It slumped to the ground, and that made Tony scream.

Kard watched his body slump over lifeless. Tony looking at the man on the floor and back to him desperate and ready to panic. He tried to get up, but found the effort difficult. He went dizzy and had to sit. He tried again, and forced himself to keep from falling. He braced himself on the wall.

“Kelly, something is wrong with Mr. Shark,” Tony explained.

Kard looked for Kelly. The effort made his head spin, and dirty blond hair fell into his eyes. He fell back to the floor. He could not see Kelly. Rationally, it was not sinking in. He tried to send out his tendrils, but nothing happened.

Tony had come back over to where he was, and touched Kard's cheek. “Kelly?” he spoke into Kard's face. He held both cheeks, now, and turned Kard's head to face him to make sure he had Kard's attention. “Kelly! Mr. Shark is hurting.”

The world spun out of control, and Kard laid himself back on the floor. It felt safer on the floor.

Tony screamed again, “Mommy!” This was the hair curdling scream that came from terror caused by a world shattering event.

An emotion so strong that for an instant, Kard sensed what the boy was feeling. Kard was becoming sadder by the moment. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to curl up and find a nice place to sleep.

“Kelly, help Mommy,” Tony begged. He was saying something else, but Kard was too tired to recall what that was.

Kard had to rest. So, he slept.

With all the noise that followed, it didn't take long to wake up again, but the room had changed. Things smelt familiar. It was the smell of antiseptic and cleanser. The sheets were white. The blanket was white. He was in a bed. A room with a TV and tall curtains. The railings on either side of his bed had been raised to keep him from falling off. There was a beeping to his left. He turned his head to see what it was. It was a heart monitor, he could see plainly.

His head spun for a second, but it quickly passed. His hand felt sore, and when he looked at it, he was looking at unfamiliar fingers, palm, and wrist. They were too small of hands to be his own, but when he moved them this way and that, the hand responded as if it were his own.

The IV attached to his wrist felt uncomfortable, but it was less of a distraction now. He reached up for his face and felt along its features. That's when he encountered the hair he had found before. He had not been ready to believe it then, but this time time, there was no denying it. He was Kelly.

Then he remembered his own body laying lifeless on the floor at that woman's house. “Oh, my,” came from his lips, but the voice was not his own. It was the little girls voice. “I don't think this will do. No, not at all. I can't hang out in this,” he began talking to himself.

A man dressed in all white came into the room. Kard got a little upset that he had not sensed the man's presence and could not sense it now. “Hello, Kelly,” the man said in a tone he knew all to well. It was that condescending tone one gets from hospital personnel when they think someone is immature enough to enjoy baby talk.

“Hello,” Kard tried to speak just as condescending, but it came out crackling and mixed with too much rage. It sounded as if he was excited and happy, which was the last thing that he felt at the moment.

“And how are you feeling today?” the man asked. He began to move about the room, picking up items, checking equipment, writing something down, and adjusting the curtains.

Kard wanted to know his name. So, he attempted to probe the man's mind, but everything was coming up blank. “I can't,” he said under his breath.

“I said, how are you feeling today?” the man repeated, patiently showing the contempt nurses always showed Kard. “Oh, how silly of me,” the man said in an even more pleasant voice. "I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Tanner, and I'm just about to leave work, but you will have a nice young lady coming in here in a little while to take care of you. Her name is Breanna, and she's just the sweetest person you ever could meet."

This goo goo talk would drive Kard insane. By this time Tanner was at the foot of the bed, smiling his bright white smile, with his bright white shirt, talking his bright white talk. Kard let out a, “AAAHHH!” An instinctive tendril reached out for Tanner, and found it's target, but only briefly. Tanner bounced away from the tendril as if struck by a soft blow to the stomach.

Tanner became alarmed, and ran out of the room saying, “don't worry, I'll get you some help.”