The Myth that Became Real

Burning, that's all I could feel. It spread across my whole body. I couldn't just lay here though while he got away. I had to go after him, he was so close in my grasp, I almost had him. I forced my body to start crawling but it instead decided to crawl toward the voice. The voice was safe, that I knew. A twinge of pain slammed into the back of my shoulder but it was quickly replaced by the burning sensation again. God, it took over everything, I couldn't feel anything else.

"Skylar," I heard somewhere around the fogginess of my mind. "I've got you baby. I'll take you home." 

Something snapped but I couldn't make out what the sound was from. The voice above me growled, "after him. He will pay for this." Then I was floating on air, or was I flying?

-

I felt so weak. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I move? Why did I hurt so much?

"Move!" A voice yelled, stronger than what I last heard. It was a command, but the next words were harder to focus on. "Get the damn doctor." Soon, the fog closed in on my mind again, sweeping me into darkness.

-

The beeping of a machine burst through the fog this time. My hand twitched but that was it. "What happened? Do you know? Why is she like this?" Did I know that voice? It sounded familiar, but I couldn't be sure.

"It looks like she was poisoned," a new voice said, one much calmer than the last.

"By what? What can we do?"

A sighed rippled through the air, "unfortunately nothing. Tanzanite poisoning is serious and it has to be worked out naturally. But it shouldn't have any lasting effects. She will only be weak for awhile."

Who were they talking about? This didn't sound so good, for whoever this person was. Or maybe I'm making things up. Maybe this is all a dream, but maybe it wasn't and whoever it was, I hoped they got better soon.

"So it wasn't very much?" The familiar voice questioned. "She'll be okay?"

Before I could hear the answer though, oblivion took me again.

-

"You need sleep," I heard the other voice again. "It won't do you or your mate any good if you can't stand on your own two feet."

"I'm not leaving her," a voice growled. Again, it was that same familiar one but now it felt like home. The burning was subsiding but now I just felt exhausted. Could I just go to sleep again? It was nicer than what I felt now.

"You need to go to bed," the other voice said, and now through the haze, I could recognize it as a female voice. "I'll watch out for her, so will the rest of the staff. Nothing will happen okay? Doctor's orders."

"No," his voice sounded again. "I'm staying here until she's awake." His voice started trailing off in the end, sounding so tired. I could hear it in his voice.

"How about I make you up a bed just a couple doors down? That way you'll still be close to her and I can easily alert you if anything happens, okay?"

There was a long pregnant pause before the voice responded sleepily, "okay, but I want to be notified as soon as anything happens. Okay?"

I didn't want him to go, and I don't know why. But I wanted him to stay. He made me feel better. I felt a hand slip away I didn't even know was holding my own until it was too late. I wanted to cry out in protest but sleep took me again.

-

"My, my," a voice drawled, "what do we have here?"

A phantom finger trailed down the length the my body and I shivered in disgust at the touch. But this was a dream, a nightmare. My eyes strained behind my eyelids forming the picture in my mind. Or maybe I was awake? I don't know. Maybe I was somewhere in between. My mind just felt groggy though.