Evans, Gabrielle - From This Moment [The Moonlight Breed 7] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic Ma by Gabrielle Evans (ebook reader with highlight function .TXT) 📗
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“Oscar? How is he? Is he doing better? How are you? What about Cicero? Is anyone else sick? Is Zuriel still mad because I left him there?”
Oscar had been calling twice a day since they left with updates on Zuriel’s condition. Zuriel had woken up before Zavion had left, and they’d had a good fight about the wisdom of his brother accompanying him and the Murphys. In the end, Cian had been the one to put his foot down, saying that they wouldn’t be able to cover much ground with Zuriel so sick.
Zavion appreciated the support from his lover, and Cian had an excellent point. He still felt guilty about leaving while he and Zuriel were mad at each other. His twin could just get over it, though, because he wasn’t about to do anything that would jeopardize Zuriel’s
life.
“Hey, Zee, it’s Braxton.”
“What? Braxton? Where’s Oscar? What happened? Why do you
have his phone?”
There was a long pause, followed by a nearly silent huff of breath. “Demitrius asked me to call, said you’d be expecting updates. Oscar had a little incident today, and he’s resting.”
“What kind of incident? Braxton, just tell me.”
“Zuriel and Oscar are both vomiting, though Zuriel has progressed to throwing up blood. They’re tired and weak, but Logan says there’s really not much we can do for them other than clear liquids and bed rest.” Braxton sounded so sad and hopeless. “I’m sorry, man. I wish I
had better news.”
“What about Ro? Is Cicero okay?”
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“He’s been sleeping almost all day. Keeton’s sitting with him right now. He hasn’t started vomiting yet, but Logan says we should expect it soon.” Braxton paused again, and his voice was measured when he finally spoke. “How are you feeling, Zee? Are you okay?”
Honestly, he felt like he’d been rode hard and put up wet. His whole body ached, his eyes felt gritty, and he could probably sleep for the next week. “I’m fine. We’re about to bed down for the night, but I think we’re getting closer. Call me in the morning with updates, okay?”
“Yeah, okay. Zavion?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re not going to help anyone if you drop dead out there in the middle of nowhere. If you start feeling sick, please tell Cian.”
“Sure. Gotta go, Brax. Call me tomorrow.” Then he hung up and passed the phone back to his lover. “Well, we might as well stop for the day.”
“Zavion, look at me.” Cian stepped in his path and grabbed his face in both hands. “Your face is pale, your eyes are glazed, and your skin is burnin’ my hands. Tell me the truth, baby. How are you feelin’?”
“I’m fine,” Zavion repeated, shrugging off Cian’s hold. “I’m tired from walking so much, but that’s it.”
“Don’t,” Cian growled. “Don’t lie to me.”
Marching ahead of his mate, Zavion covered his mouth to quiet the sound of his cough. It was just allergies, but Cian would go berserk. The blood dotting his fingers and palm when he pulled his hand away definitely wasn’t a good sign, but they were so close, and he wouldn’t give up now.
Quickly wiping the blood away on his jeans before anyone noticed, Zavion plastered a bright smile on his face and turned back to Cian. “I’m absolutely fi ”—
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Wrapping both hands around his stomach, he hunched over in
agony as his stomach heaved, expelling a torrent of blood onto the
forest floor.
* * * *
“Did you try givin’ Oscar blood?” Cian paced outside of the tent where Zavion was resting, frantic, scared, and going out of his goddamn mind.
“Yeah, we tried,” Demitrius confirmed. “He just threw it up, though.” The shifter sounded as panicked as Cian felt. “I don’t know what to do. We’ve had all kinds of doctors in to take blood samples, but they can’t figure out what’s wrong.” A loud, pain-filled moan echoed in the background, making Cian wince. “Sorry, man. I gotta go. Let me know if you find anything.”
“Same to you.” Cian disconnected the call and scrubbed at his face. What the hell was he supposed to do now?
He had known this was a bad idea from the beginning. Now Zavion was sick, and they were miles from the nearest hospital—not that he thought human doctors could do anything for his mate. The only option was to keep moving forward, but how could he ask Zavion to do that in his condition?
“Stop worrying so much.” Stepping out of the tent, Zavion wobbled a little but pushed himself up straight. “Yes, I’m sick, but I’m not dead yet. If you’re not going to sleep anyway, I think we should keep going. Maybe we can find The Hive before I get too much worse.”
“I don’t like it.”
“You don’t have to like it. The gods know I don’t. It’s all we’ve got, though. Either we find one of the Doctors who can undo this, or my friends are dead. Then we did all of this for nothing.”
Cian knew his lover was careful not to lump himself in with his friends and their situation, but Cian was well aware that he could lose
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his mate. He also knew that Zavion had a valid argument. If it was anyone else, he might agree, but his emotions always got in the way where Zavion was concerned.
“We have to hike out of here to get home. We have to hike the rest of the way to The Hive. I don’t really see much of difference other than the fact that home doesn’t have a cure.”
“Stop makin’ sense.”
“He’s right,” Devlin agreed as he sauntered up to them. “We should keep goin’.”
Easy for him to say. He didn’t have a dying mate.
“I know what you’re thinkin’,” Flynn added as he joined their group. “I do have a mate, though, two of them, and I’d do whatever needs doin’ to keep them safe.” He glanced in Zavion’s direction and back to Cian. “If hurtin’ a little now will keep him alive later, it’s worth it.”
“Agreed.” Wrapping both arms around Cian’s waist,
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