"Yes, that was pretty phenomenal, but far too taxing," Jonathan said. "It appears our diabetes research will need to make more leaps and bounds, father," Jonathan said to his own Father.
All the current developments benefited diabetics; diabetics had a deficit of the gene, and they were 100% human origin. Not one of the descendants. Diabetes was a result of not sticking to eating from our habitats and abilities.
People were not meant to eat certain things in the quantities they do, and this was the evolutionary result. Luckily, the gifted required immense amounts of calories for their gifts to work. They used to be able to absorb it from the Earth itself in the beginning. Now, it was through food.
Jonah's eyes never left Selena's face as he gently wiped her hands and palms clean with alcohol. He had used almost an entire box on her, a stark contrast to his own needs, having only required three in his lifetime. His gaze was filled with tenderness and protectiveness, instincts that were deeply ingrained in his DNA.
As he looked at Selena, he knew that she would be covered in bruises from the Dextrose injections. He touched a nurse's shoulder, and the staff quickly rolled in, responding to his orders. "Run two IVs of D25 and arrange for a female massage team to give her a medicinal alcohol massage down for the hemostasis to rub the injection bruises and one on her shoulder," he instructed.
The staff efficiently placed Selena on a stretcher, and Jonah watched as they carefully tended to her. He nodded at his father, Jonathan. "Let me know when she is conscious again, I will have to talk to her about fighting."
The staff nodded in agreement, their faces all pointed towards the heiress. "Yes, Master Jonathan." With a final glance at Selena, Jonah followed the team out, touching the shoulders of the staff to confirm their loyalty. He then made his way to update Amelia and Eun Ho on the revelation of Selena's unique combat ability.
Jonah smiled as he walked into his grandmother's office. He was used to the door opening before he could press the call button, a testament to Amelia's growing power. He had learned to adapt to her abilities, and in the past, he had even used them to his advantage.
As a daredevil by nature, Jonah enjoyed playing tricks on his grandmother, trying to outsmart her and catch her off guard. One of his proudest achievements was when he had managed to trick her into thinking he was going to press the call button, only to walk backwards and perfectly time his approach to throw her off.
His reward had been a personalized Lamborghini when he got his license, a prize he cherished to this day. He could not wait.
But now, as he entered Amelia's office, Jonah's expression turned serious. He knew that his grandmother's gift had limitations and that she needed to actually experience conversations and events in order to remember them instead of just seeing them. He took a deep breath, preparing to update her on Selena's unique combat ability.
"Grandmother, I need to tell you something about Selena," he began, his voice clear and concise.
Amelia's eyes sparkled with intrigue as Jonah shared his observations about Selena's unique combat ability. "She is able to protect herself," Jonah said, and Amelia nodded thoughtfully. "She was using the gift while fighting," Jonah continued, and Amelia's expression turned bewildered.
"I didn't see her doing that at all, she surprised me. You know the rewards you both get for that," Amelia said, her brow furrowed in concentration. "It might be an ancient power," she mused, her voice filled with a sense of wonder. "I will need to check with the Ou, the Farhats, and the Muhammad family."
Jonah nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "I will have to use your identity to protect your sister on this," Amelia said, and
Jonah replied, "Of course." He briefly felt excited, wondering what grandmother would send back home.
As they spoke, Jonah's thoughts turned to the other families, the ones who claimed to revere the goddess but secretly defiled her. They drilled into her crust, seeking power and fame without regard for the consequences. Jonah's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger. He knew that he could fend off their assassins and protect his sister and his family from those who would seek to harm them.
The thought of the other families, with their false reverence and selfish desires, filled Jonah with a sense of disgust. He was grateful that his own family, the Kinsmans, held the goddess in true reverence, respecting her power and the planet. As much as they pushed behind the scenes and ran environmental cleanup industries.
Jonah's eyes narrowed slightly as he asked, "So, have you seen them all?" Amelia's response was reassuring but also hinted at the magnitude of the task ahead. "It doesn't seem to have reached the American vassals, but they are on their way next week. All of them will go through loyalty screenings."
Jonah's thoughts turned to Claire, and he asked, "Will I or my father stay?" He hoped to catch a glimpse of her again, even if it was just once more. Amelia's response, however, was not what he had hoped for. "No, your Uncle Edward will join me."
Jonah nodded, understanding that his uncle's gift, although weaker than his, was not inferior. Uncle Ed and Aunt Ellie probably wanted to meet her as well. McKenna had been awful to Monty and Aunt Ellie after 911. So the family just avoided theirs. Islamophobia and racism are disgusting at any time; they are mixed-race children themselves. McKenna's actions fractured the family for years. Uncle Ed did not blame them, he was just protecting his wife and child from an ignorant child. His parents had corrected her over and over again, but she refused to shut her mouth. The invasion of their lands was a predestined event; no matter how much the Muhammad and Farhats worked to keep the peace, they ended up paying for it in the worst way possible.
"Will they be coming before we leave?" Jonah asked. Aunt Elham would take over the kitchen and cook them the best food. Sweet and flaky Baklava, Skewers filled with meat, the skewers full of meat, the dips and stuffed vegetables and leaves. He could drool; the taste she was able to bring forth was available nowhere else in the world and by no other person.
Amelia laughed, "You think with your stomach just like your grandfather. Yes, they are all coming." She watched her grandson perk up.
Amelia stood, smoothing out her clothes, and said, "Alright, let's get going before you drool on my carpet. Your mother will be off her call soon."
Jonah's expression turned serious as he spoke, "You will talk to her about not using the gift this way in the near future. It has to be an emergency, grandmother. Over my dead body. She was defenseless afterward."
Amelia's expression was understanding, and she nodded in agreement. As they spoke, Amelia mentioned that Jonah's friends would also grow to protect Selena and that the vassal families would be relocating to send their children to St. Theresa to assist Jonah in his duty. "Your Father will be training those boys soon. Plus, she will have Gregory and MacPherson watching over her. Lucky you."
Jonah blushed and rubbed his neck. Of course, she knew about his crush on Claire. It was sad that he was the only one who got to choose.
Amelia's eyes sparkled at the thought of the upcoming gathering but also hinted at the exhaustion that lay ahead.
"It's time I had their elders come. We'll need so much cake." She dreaded the multiple-day cake, meal replacement shake drinking, and carbohydrate-laden diet that would consume her waking hours for the next five days. But she knew it was necessary, and she was willing to make the sacrifice for the cause. She was going to enjoy a lot of nice water, vegetables, and meat after that.