A blue spark leapt from Mark's arm, crossed the short distance from him to the nurse, and sank into her body. The nurse blinked, then smiled before slowly pulling up the hem of her shirt, reveling a surprisingly lacy bra. Still smiling she reached up and pulled down the supportive fabric to unveil breasts that were,
Not that great actually. The large orbs were clearly filled with silicone, remaining near perfect spheres even without a bra. Her nipples were sad things. Tiny pebbles sitting all alone on their expanses of flesh. The woman was clearly comfortable in her own skin, even with it hanging out for anyone to see. In Mark's opinion that still didn't mean that a fat man should wear a speedo.
Then Mark remembered where he was, in a hospital room with two other occupants. A place that woman, especially nurses, did not flash random strangers in. He whipped his head around to see that the doctor had turned to address Claire but was about to turn back. Blue sparks raced up the end of the bed and shot into the doctor and his daughter. The pair turned back to the bed and saw the nurse's exposed breasts. The doctor stayed professional addressing the nurse calmly as if nothing was unusual.
Claire immediately focused on her father. "The doctor says they can't find anything wrong with you. Since they can't, you're free to go home at anytime." Then she looked stern. A flash of emotional pain hit Mark. Her mother, Shannon had gotten the same look every time he had done something to get hurt. "However that doesn't mean I'm letting you of the hook. You scared me Dad. I'd thought I'd lost you."
Mark reached over and squeezed her hand. Out of the corner of his eye he watched the nurse rearrange her clothes and stride briskly out of the room. He understood how Claire felt. He and Shannon had wanted a horde of children. But carrying and giving birth to Claire had taken its toll on her. She'd held on for six years, until one day she just didn't wake up. "I'll still here Claire."
"I know Dad." Claire smiled fiercely. "So you understand that you are going to sit in your favorite chair while I wait on you hand and foot."
"The doctor chuckled, "I'd do what the young lady says. She doesn't look like she'll take no for an answer."
Mark laughed, "Her mother was the same way."
Claire drove him home in the Bitch. Apparently Mark's truck had been slightly melted in the lightning storm. Surprisingly the Bitch had worked perfectly afterwards. Mark spent the trip thinking about the blue sparks he had seen. Certainly after being struck by them, people acted differently. Mark was reasonably sure nurse's didn't just flash their patients outside of porn. And if they did that in a room with a doctor watching that was surely grounds for getting fired.
Mark's musing were interrupted by Claire opening the passenger side door. "Dad?" With a start Mark realized he had been sitting in the driveway for awhile. Claire stood there concerned. "Are you coming in?"
"Yeah. I was just lost in thought." Mark got out of the car, Claire hovering at his shoulder. "I'm fine Claire. Really."
"You just got out of the hospital." Claire glared at her father, paralleling her mother. "I don't care what the doctor said. You are not fine. Now get your butt inside."
Mark chuckled under his breath. "Yes ma'am." Claire herded him into the living room and made sure he was situated in his chair before turning the TV to his one of his favorite channel. Mark took Claire mothering with good humor. Except that Claire absently slid the remote into her sweats before leaving the room. Mark liked to browse a bit before settling on something to watch. And his daughter just stole the remote. Mark waited for Claire to come back with a big glass of lemonade. "Can I have the remote sweetheart?"
"No." Claire replied absently before walking out of the room Mark frowned after her. Brat. Then the sparks came back to mind. If he could really control them, then maybe he could use them to get Claire to hand over the remote. Pointing in the direction his daughter went he focused. A bright blue spark leapt from his finger and shot away.
Only to disappear about a foot away. "Shoot." Mark did in fact make those blue sparks. However he seemed to lack range. Mark saw Claire come the room again carrying his laundry basket. Although he wasn't meant to he caught the worried look on her face. "Claire, come here please." Claire stopped walking but it was a full minute before she set down the laundry basket and walked over. She crouch next to the chair and laid her head on the arm. Mark reached down to stroke her hair. "What's wrong?"
"You scared me." Claire said softly,"You just went flying through the air. And you weren't moving." She sobbed, tears starting to form. On impulse Mark willed sparks into her. He watched as a blue cascade ran over is hand and down his daughters hair. Instantly Claire began to calm. Rocking back on her heels she wiped her eyes. Mark noticed a faint blue glow around the metal link bracelet on her wrist. The sparks seemed to have taken up residence in the bracelet. "I'm fine Claire. I'm still here."
"I know Dad." Claire did smile at that. "Just, if there is anything I could do."
Marks thoughts flashed to when Shannon said something like that. It always made them both feel better when she
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