"You're seventeen years old?!" Young Henric asked.

"That's what surprises you? Not the name?"

"Well that too, but you've been around for seventeen years and-"

"How old are you?" the older asked the younger.

"I'm... twelve."

The older Henric shook his head in disbelief. Young Henric started to get mad.

"What? You don't believe me?"

"Not really, no. We did not exist at the same time, it's impossible. We would have seen each other, I would actually know who your mother is. I'm David's real son."

"So you're saying I'm not fucking real?! You're saying that I don't exist?! Do you know how stupid you sound?"

The older Henric could see how angry he was and tried to change the mood."

"Let's forget about this, just for a second. Where's the medicine? We can heal your leg, and fix me up."

Young Henric glared at him before sulking across the room. "It's in this cabinet. What happened to you, anyways?" Henric reached down and started pulling out pill bottles and canisters."

"Well, the person we both see as our father did this to me. He afflicted me with something, I don't know, but it wasn't serious. He made it look serious though, none of the other scientists and doctor's could explain it. He had the cure all along. He did it because I disagreed with them and their practices. They were doing horrible, inhumane things. They were defying God. I wouldn't stand for it, so he decided to take me out. I've been in a medically induced coma for who knows how long, and no ones taken care of me. That's how I know he doesn't give a shit. My muscles all atrophied and I woke up alone, two days ago. Unable to get up, unable to call for help. I was praying for death before you came along. Now all I want to do is find him and kill him."

The younger Henric didn't know what to say. "Wow. I'm sorry." He grabbed the rest of the bottles and just dropped them on the counter."

"Jesus Christ did you get hit by a truck or something?!" Older Henric exclaimed as the younger started organizing them by size. "The automaton gave you all those?"

"He said he did. Or, it said."

"Answer the question. What happened? You wouldn't need all of that for a broken leg. Pass me that red one, please."

"Young Henric tossed him a red pill bottle. "I fell off an aquarium. A really tall one."

"The mermaid ones?" said older Henric, reading the bottle. He pointed towards the cups and the younger filled one up with water for him.

"Thanks."

"Yeah. Those are the ones."

The older Henric poured a bunch of red pills into his hand and counted them.

"Don't you think that's too much?"

He downed them all at once and took the water.

'Nope, i'll be fine."

"Dude!" Young Henric snatched the bottle from him. You're going to overdose."

"No I won't. Pass me that oxygen mask with the gas container connected to it."

Older henric strapped in on and started breathing heavily. "This'll help."

Young Henric watched him breathing into the mask and stood there.

"Why were you on a mondo tank?"

"Mondo?" asked the younger.

"Yeah, Mondo. The Mondo Mermaids. That's what their nickname is. I don't know the scientific name, because it's long as hell."

Younger Henric noticed the older was starting to sweat, even though the room was cold.

"Yeah, well, the tank was dirty, and it looked like she wanted me to clean the filter, so I did. I...I tried to."

"That's literally impossible.. It takes a hundred men three weeks to clean the entire tank, and one of those weeks is them just dismantling the filter alone. Plus they have to coerce the animals out of their and into the main one."

Henric sat their in silence, every word the older said replaying back in his head.

"I didn't know. I thought I could help her, and now..."

"Don't think about that way. That mermaid, it was an abomination. It shouldn't have existed. These scientists went against God and created so many things.So many horrible-"

Older Henric started coughing vehemently, holding his chest. He pulled off the mask and pulled at his shirt.

"H-hot!" he rasped. "So h-hot!"

Young Henric helped him pull off the shirt and started to fan him with his hand, but it got worse. Older Henric started foaming at the mouth, convulsing and coughing until he finally stopped. He laid slumped in the wheelchair, unconscious, his chest still rapidly moving.

"Hey!"

The older Henric didn't respond. He didn't look sick and skinny anymore his body was fit and bulked out, like Popeye after eating spinach. Henric moved forward and put the oxygen mask back on the older Henric's face.

"I guess I'll wait till you recover." said Henric, sitting on the bed. "If that ever happens."