A New York Secret

Chapter Two

By time the sun started to rise, Mary had gone through two pots of coffee, several more suture kits, and the floor was covered with bloodied rags, towels, and wipes, but her patient was still alive. .

Emily yawned as she walked down the hall and into the kitchen only for her eyes to widen. "Is he okay?" She asked, her voice concerned.

"He's alive... somehow. He tried to get up a few times, reacted horribly to the numbing medicine, and is currently passed out from the benedryl I had to give him for the reaction." Mary explained. Her current cup of coffee had gone cold, but she was beyond caring as she sipped it.

"Did you ever ask Thor to help you?" She asked as she crouched down beside him and felt his forehead. "He's not as cold."

"No. It all happened too fast. He was sleeping, then trying to get up without warning. Just getting Thor would have been enough of a delay for him to bleed out. I barely patched him up this last time." She sighed, clearly exhausted.

Emily ran a hand through her disheveled hair. "Go get some sleep. I'll watch him, I promise."

"I will just have a nap right here. He should be out cold for at least another hour..." I hope...

She nodded and moved to fully sit beside Loki and stared down at him. "Do you think he'll be okay?"

"I still can't say, especially without knowing what internal damage was done. We need to get him somewhere to scan him." Mary replied. She finished her coffee, then laid down right there on the kitchen floor nap.

Emily nodded and pulled her phone from her pj pocket. "I'll call the tower now. Better to do it early."

"Thank you." Mary said and fell right to sleep.

She quickly looked up the number for the tower and dialed, hoping that someone would answer.

Meanwhile Thor woke and sat up on his place on the couch before he walked into the kitchen to check on all of them.

Loki groaned softly and started to stir again as the medication wore off. "Where am I?" He mumbled.

"You're in Midgard brother, but you are safe," Thor explained, watching as Emily put a hand on Loki's head while she talked on her phone.

"No... I was trying to go to Alfheim. What happened?" he asked and tried to move again.

"We were ambushed," Thor explained. "I do not know who took you but I chased them until Heimdall got word to me that you were here." He watched as Emily gently pushed him back down.

"You're okay Loki, let yourself rest," she said softly, still on the phone.

Loki groaned softly when he was laid down. "Ambushed? What are you talking about? I escaped my cell and was going to Alfheim, then woke up here..." He argued, having no memory of the events in between.

Thor furrowed his brow, confused. "Loki, you never made it to your cell."

Emily got off the phone and placed it on the table. "Pepper is going to let him be seen but we're going to put him under a false name."

"Never made it?" Loki asked, looking more confused than his brother. "Wait, seen by who? I don't want to be seen..." he said, struggling to get up again.

"Hey, hey, easy," Emily consoled. "We just want to know if you have any internal injuries." Instead of fighting him, she moved to sit behind him and let him prop up against her chest.

"If I don't have any injuries, can I leave?" Loki asked her. He wasn't overly comfortable in this position, but at least he could look around better.