Chapter 10: TALON

We were there for fucking ever, and I was freaking the fuck out. I mean why would they be keeping her here this long if there wasn't something seriously wrong? They tried getting me out of the room but good luck with that.

My baby was stressing, she was finally grasping how serious this shit was and it was scaring her. That shit only sent me into a tailspin. I couldn't stand to see the fear in her eyes. The way she looked at me as if pleading with me to do something and I couldn't do shit.

All I could do was hold her hand and whisper to her reassuringly. There's no way she can be taken from me now, that's what I kept telling myself. I tried to remember if I'd ever done anything so horrible that would cause me to suffer such a loss.

I think I prayed, begged, threatened and a whole host of other things while I listened to her fight to breathe. For some reason she seemed to have gotten worst since we got here. I swore then and there that I would love and protect her all my life if she would only pull through.

When they started talking CAT scans and shit, let's just say they're lucky the building's still standing. I called my dad to see who he knew in the area that would be of help. He didn't even beat around the bush, didn't ask me a million questions.

He put me on hold for five minutes before he came back on the line. "Colliers is on his way, you know him, you've seen him at some of the ceremonial dinners and he's been to the house a time or two. I'll try to get ahold of the administrator and let him know he'll be having a visiting doctor. In the meantime do you need your mom and I to come out?"

"Not yet dad that's a long ass flight, but if you can be on standby..."

"Alright son, keep us posted, your mother wants to talk to you."

"Talon, is Skye okay?"

"They're working on her now mom, it's some kind of allergic reaction but it's bad."

"You let us know the minute you think you need us, your father and I will stay available okay?"

"Thanks mom, love you I gotta get back in there."

"Okay son, love you."

"Love you too mom." ?

?Colliers showed up a little later and I vaguely remembered him. He was an African American dread locked man that my father claimed had one of the most brilliant minds in the known world.

I had met him more than once as dad said but the last time had been a while ago. He didn't fuck around, after greeting me it was all about Skye. He just took shit over which went a long way to making me feel better. He sounded like he knew what he was doing and points for him, he told me what was going on with her instead of trying to shut me out like these other fucks.

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Hours later, don't ask me how many, they finally had a diagnosis. She had a severe reaction to mold, but her case was unusual. Her severity led them to believe that she'd been exposed to a dangerous level of the stuff, which meant we had to contact a mold specialist to go check out her dorm and my apartment since she'd been spending nights there.

How the fuck could I have mold? I'll skin the fucking realtor who'd sold me that dump if it turns out that's where she'd picked it up. I don't even know what the shit looks like.

One of the interns told me it looked like she'd rolled around in the stuff, that's how bad it was. They did what they needed to do to take care of her. Thank heaven they didn't have to do any intrusive surgery, which was one of the options they'd been throwing around.

I thanked Dr. Colliers for coming. I'm sure he was the one who'd done the most good. "She can go home now Talon we've stabilized her and with the meds we prescribed she should improve in a day or two, but it's going to be a while before it's all out of her system. Another day or so and she might not have been this lucky." I took it all in and let my heart settle for the first time in hours.

I got her prescriptions filled and booked us into a hotel room. There's no way she was going back to my place if that could be the problem. Mom and dad promised to stay in touch in case I needed them when I called to let them know the results.

It felt good not to be alone in this, it was the first time I'd ever faced anything like it and I hoped never to have to again. She was out of it by the time we got to our room but at least she was breathing better.

I hovered over her all night checking her breathing and the fever that was up and down throughout the night. When she got the shakes I held her and prayed as hard as I ever have in my life. "Talon."

"Yeah baby I'm right here." I kissed her forehead and pulled her in closer.

"I feel like crap."

"I know sweetie but they gave you meds for that. I'll go get you your pills." When she clung to me like a child I almost cried.