Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 56 - Truth (Samson Conrad POV) Pt. 6

               

               

Chapter 56 – Truth (Samson Conrad POV) Pt. 6

My mom says that we should seize each day, the reason not unknown to me. Silas was here one minute and the next he wasn't. Pushing the baby hairs that were wet from her fever from her face, I look at one more example. Fatima.

Had Walsh never went to find her as Dmitri asked, I would never have met her, cared for her, pulled myself out of the fear that prevented me from experiencing everything.

More or less I had grown content. Not deliriously happy, but accepting of my state because it was safe.

"Has her temperature lowered?" Imogen startles me as I change out the cool rag I had placed on Fatima's forehead. I shake my head unsure what was happening right now.

"How far out is Rafael?" I ask absentmindedly. Did I care when he would be arriving with a book that Nick bought though he couldn't translate it? Not too much.

However, Fatima, she was eager to get her hands on the thing.

I'm not even sure eager was the right word, not unless desperate was mixed in. For some reason, she felt it had answers, which if I'm being honest I could see why she would believe such a thing.

"Just about an hour or two," Imogen says, taking the rag from my hand and disappearing with it, returning minutes later with it once again cool. "I'm sure the stuff we got will cool her down in a little bit," Imogen comforted me.

Tried too at least.

"Plus it's just a fever Samson, it's not like-" I give her a cold hard look, ending her placating words. "I know it's not much but that's how it starts with Fatima. She gets a minor cold and then 'bam!' it's a full-fledged slowly draining flu."

"Look honestly your mom and Uncle Trevor were right, it's just her starting her cycle, and because this is the first one and – and also Faith is part human and Fae but there is something else."

I nod, not in the mood to talk. I understood a fever just meant that Fatima was fighting something inside her, but it really was just the same problem in my eyes. There was the small fear that we'd need to take her to a hospital or possibly a nearby pack or den that could offer her medical care. The trouble with those two options? Well... the first one... she was already rare, I'm not sure one more thing needed to be added to how unique she was. The second problem was closely tied to the first, should she be changing, I'm not sure that a den or pack would simply let her go if they got their hands on her.

"Merry Christmas," Imogen says out of nowhere. I roll my eyes at that last thought. Not out of nowhere. If she was saying it that meant it was December 25th.

"You're like a parent," Imogen comments, and at that I have to laugh. "Shut up!" I chuckle under my breath and when Fatima groans, eyes opening, blinking as she gazes at me. "How do you feel?" all traces of the humor gone, replaced by blazing concern.

"Is Rafael here yet?" my inquiry ignored, sends Imogen into a fit of giggles. "Not – yet – two – two hours," she chokes out between snickers.

Fatima nods, inhaling, breathing out at the same time as her body sag, and looses all tension.

"Do you need anything?" I ask ready to do something.

"No, but I was just thinking... I think Wyatt's family lives in Williamstown or maybe lived there?" she mumbles before pushing herself up to a seated position, legs curled beneath her. Frowning I side glance, Imogen.