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“I have a feeling not all is as it seems with these two,” Zaide added, “She looked shocked to see him. Not guilty.”
That’s an interesting detail.And from Charlie’s raised brow, I could tell he thought the same.
A groan from Alcor and a toss of his flame-blue hair had us immediately crowding around him.
“Alcor? Are you well?” Zaide asked.
His eyes opened, and he flinched away, confused and afraid.
I lowered my voice and gestured for us all to move back. “It’s all right. It’s only us. You had an accident.”
“Accident?” Alcor’s voice was rough and unused.
“Yes.” I passed him a cup of water from the side table, and he struggled with his sheets as he sat up to take it. “But you’re safe. We’ve healed you.”
After finishing his water, he stared at us, assessing.Something isn’t right.
Alcor confirmed my suspicions when he asked, “Who are you?”
I blinked and leaned back. “You don’t remember us?”
I checked his threads and could only see green.Is something going wrong with our healing? First Baelen and now Alcor?
“No. Who are you?” His voice lowered. It wasn’t a question anymore. It was a demand.
I licked my lips. “I’m Clawdia, and this is Zaide and Charlie. We’re your friends.”
He shook his head. “I don’t remember you. Why don’t I remember?”
“You were in a car accident.”
“A car? I’ve never been in a car.” He was becoming more panicked, and he looked around wildly. “Where’s Arabella?”
I moved out of the way so he could see her next to him. “She’s right here.”
“What’s wrong with her? Why isn’t she moving?” He nudged me out of the way as he moved from his bed to kneel at the side of hers, his wings twitching anxiously. “Arabella?”
“Alcor, she’s fine,” I calmly told him but knotted my shaking hands. “We are just about to heal her. She should be awake in no time.”
Should I try to heal her even though I haven’t seemed to heal Baelen or Alcor?
“What are you waiting for? Heal her. She’s in pain. Can’t you see?” Alcor pleaded as he reached out to grab my arm.
I shook off my concerns and tried to channel the fierce nurse I used to be. While Arabella was unwell, the priority was Alcor and his memory.A confused patient will do more damage to themselves and those around them than the unconscious one.
“We’ll help her, Alcor.” I promised, squeezing his hand. “We just want to make sure you’re well first. Can you tell me the last thing you remember?”
“What does that matter while Arabella is hurt?”
“The sooner you cooperate, the sooner I can move on to helping her.”
He rubbed his head and frowned. “We—we were making dinner. Arabella and I. I can’t remember what it was called, but it had strings and a tomato sauce with balls of meat.”
“Spag bol,” Charlie said, and I snapped my head around to glare at him as Alcor continued to rub his head.
“Does your head hurt?”
“Only when I try to remember more.” His frown deepened, and he shook his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t—”
