Ghastly stood still a moment longer, staring without blinking and wondering just how much of the natural world didn't have anything to do with coincidence at all.
"Sure." A measure of guilt flared as Ghastly shook himself out of the reverie and followed. He hadn't really been thinking about what happened to the others, not in the wake of his own shock. Now, he realised he really should have been. Valkyrie wouldn't have stuck around in the church either, and she was still a teenage girl. Given all the enemies she'd made over the last year, especially, she shouldn't have been going anywhere alone. Did Fletcher take her somewhere? Or did she realise that herself and go straight to Solomon Wreath?
And why, Ghastly wondered silently as he passed God and approached the cab, aren't they going to Kenspeckle Grouse? God may have been pulling the strings, but there had to be a reason Wreath was perfectly fine with being guided into a mortal hospital.
That reason became apparent as Ghastly drew nearer. The man was practically delirious. For their purposes, that was... probably a good thing. He'd recognised something when he looked over at God - maybe this way, Wreath would assume it was a delusion.
Wait a minute. Didn't Skulduggery joke at one point that Wreath might convert to Christianity? That... wasn't a comforting thought.
"Here, let me help." Ghastly didn't hesitate in taking Wreath's other arm, the one Valkyrie had dropped, and taking some of the burden off the cabbie. He didn't like Wreath, but he wasn't going to let the man die, especially if he'd been injured saving Valkyrie's life.
Valkyrie didn't take long to run out with a pair of emergency responders wheeling a stretcher, and they quickly took over with that familiar efficiency of medical personnel. Ghastly found that he was helping by just stepping back and letting them do their work, which gave him a moment to meet Valkyrie's gaze, see the worry there, and give her a reassuring nod.
Wreath would survive a stab in the leg, even without healing magic. Wreath had survived a lot worse.
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"Sure." A measure of guilt flared as Ghastly shook himself out of the reverie and followed. He hadn't really been thinking about what happened to the others, not in the wake of his own shock. Now, he realised he really should have been. Valkyrie wouldn't have stuck around in the church either, and she was still a teenage girl. Given all the enemies she'd made over the last year, especially, she shouldn't have been going anywhere alone. Did Fletcher take her somewhere? Or did she realise that herself and go straight to Solomon Wreath?
And why, Ghastly wondered silently as he passed God and approached the cab, aren't they going to Kenspeckle Grouse? God may have been pulling the strings, but there had to be a reason Wreath was perfectly fine with being guided into a mortal hospital.
That reason became apparent as Ghastly drew nearer. The man was practically delirious. For their purposes, that was... probably a good thing. He'd recognised something when he looked over at God - maybe this way, Wreath would assume it was a delusion.
Wait a minute. Didn't Skulduggery joke at one point that Wreath might convert to Christianity? That... wasn't a comforting thought.
"Here, let me help." Ghastly didn't hesitate in taking Wreath's other arm, the one Valkyrie had dropped, and taking some of the burden off the cabbie. He didn't like Wreath, but he wasn't going to let the man die, especially if he'd been injured saving Valkyrie's life.
Valkyrie didn't take long to run out with a pair of emergency responders wheeling a stretcher, and they quickly took over with that familiar efficiency of medical personnel. Ghastly found that he was helping by just stepping back and letting them do their work, which gave him a moment to meet Valkyrie's gaze, see the worry there, and give her a reassuring nod.
Wreath would survive a stab in the leg, even without healing magic. Wreath had survived a lot worse.