Kyle led Robert from the hospital. Robert’s wrist was bandaged, but he had passed the psych evaluation and was being let go, much to Kyle and Tempest’s relief. They had spent the week training and worrying, imagining Robert’s fate in a psychiatric hospital, withering away without the world of magic.
“Finally,” Tempest said, sitting outside in his car. “What took you so long?”
“Paperwork,” Robert sighed. “Those damn fools think I’m going to kill myself again. It took all of my skills and a little magic to keep them from committing me. Let’s get the hell out of here.” He climbed into the back of the car and slammed the door.