“Thanks for coming, hon,” said Bernie. “Give her some space, everyone. He’s fine, Beth, don’t look so worried—although he could do with some cheering up.”
She cast an inquiring look at Gabriel and Ivy. “This must be your brother and sister.” She extended her hand by way of greeting, and my siblings shook it in turn. I left them to deal with introductions and slipped quietly into Xavier’s room. One bed was empty; the other had its curtains drawn.
“Knock, knock,” I said softly.
“Beth?” Xavier’s voice came from inside. “Come in!” He was sitting propped up on the bed with a blue tag around his wrist. “What took you so long?” he said, his eyes lighting up when he saw me.
I ran to the side of the bed, grabbed his face in my hands and examined it. Gabe and Ivy waited outside, not wanting to intrude.
“So much for being invincible,” I said. “How’s your ankle?”
He lifted off an ice pack to reveal his ankle, which was swollen to twice its size. “They’ve taken X-rays and it’s fractured. They’ll have to put a cast on as soon as the swelling goes down.
Looks like I’ll be on crutches for a while.”
“Well, that’s a nuisance but not the end of the world. It’ll give me a chance to look after you for a change.”
“I’ll be fine,” Xavier said. “They’re keeping me overnight for observation, but I’ll be home in the morning. I just have to keep my weight off the foot for a few weeks. . . .”
“I’m just glad you’re okay,” I said, trying to keep my voice level.
“There’s something else.” Xavier looked uncomfortable, almost embarrassed to be admitting any sort of weakness.
“What is it?” I asked gently.
“Apparently I have a concussion,” he said, emphasising the word “apparently” as though he didn’t take it seriously. “I told them I’m fine, but they won’t listen. I have to stay in bed for the next few days—doctor’s orders.”
“That sounds serious,” I said. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Xavier said. “I just have a killer headache.”
“Well, I’ll look after you,” I said. “I don’t mind.”
“Beth, you’re forgetting something.”
“I know, I know,” I said. “You don’t like feeling like an invalid—but that’s what you get for playing a rough game like—”
“No, Beth, you don’t understand.” Xavier shook his head in frustration. “The prom is this
Friday.”
I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach.
“I don’t care about that!” I said, my voice falsely cheerful. “I just won’t go.”
“You have to go. You’ve been looking forward to this for weeks, Ivy made your dress, the limos are all booked, and everybody is expecting you.”
“But I only want to go with you,” I said. “It won’t mean anything to me otherwise.”
“I’m so sorry this happened,” he said, clenching his hand into a fist. “I’m an idiot.”
“Xavier, it wasn’t your fault.”
“I should have been more careful.” The anger drained out of his face and his expression softened. “Please say you’ll go,” he said. “Then I won’t feel so guilty. I don’t want you to miss out because of me. We might not be there together, but you can still have a good time. This is the event of the year, and I want you to tell me all about it.”
“I don’t know . . .”
“Please? Do it for me?”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, if you’re going to resort to emotional blackmail I can hardly say no.” I knew Xavier would feel guilty for the next five years if I missed the prom on his account.
“Then it’s settled?”
“All right, but just know that I’ll be thinking about you all night.”
He smiled. “Make sure someone takes photos.”
“Will you come over before I leave?” I asked. “So you can see me in my dress?”
“I’ll get someone to drive me. I’m not missing that for the world.”
“I hate leaving you here,” I said, sinking down in the chair beside his bed. “With no one to keep you company.”
“I’ll be fine,” he reassured me. “If I know Mom, she’ll probably set up a cot and spend the night.”
“Yes, but you’ll need something to keep you occupied.”
Xavier nodded toward the small bedside table, where a thick black book with gold lettering lay half open. “I can always read the Bible and learn more about eternal damnation.”
“Is that your idea of entertainment?” I asked sarcastically.
“It’s a pretty dramatic story—good old Lucifer, spicing things up a bit.”
“Do you know the whole story?” I asked.
“I know that Lucifer was an archangel,” he said as I raised an eyebrow in surprise. “He went off the rails in a big way.”
“So you were paying attention at Sunday school,” I said jokingly. “His name actually means ‘light giver.’ In the Kingdom, he used to be Our Father’s favorite. He was created to be elite in beauty and intelligence. He was consulted in times of trouble, and all the other angels held him in the highest esteem.”
“But he wasn’t satisfied,” Xavier added.
“No,” I said. “He became arrogant. He resented human beings, couldn’t understand why
Our Father thought they were His greatest creation. He believed that only angels should be exalted, and started to think he could overthrow God.”
“And that’s when he was booted out.”