“Cassidy laughs and jokes, but there were signs,” Ansel says. “All the walks, despite our run club meet ups, the solo lunch dates when she doesn’t actually enjoy being alone…”
“Fuck,” I whisper. “You’re right.”
“We’ve seen this shit happen to other packs, where they become more like roommates than lovers. I just never thought it would happen to us.”
Ansel’s words stay with me as we get out of the vehicle, the warm air feeling heavy and suffocating as things begin to fully hit me.
“Hey,” Abbott says from the front door as we trudge up the stairs.
“How is everyone?” I ask tentatively. “Does Cassidy feel sick?”
“Yeah. She’s puking currently,” he says. “She’s no longer on an IV, but she’s camped out on the bathroom floor. It’s a side effect of the goddamned drugs.”
“How are Winter and Bellamy?” Ansel asks, though his feet are moving faster. I’m right on his ass, eager to see how Cass is.
Cassidy is my girl. I want to see her first. I haven’t quite figured out how to feel about our newfound omegas honestly.
“They’re alright and sleeping,” Abbott says, his voice low as he follows us inside. “Riley said they’re less likely to hit their withdrawal symptoms until tomorrow.”
“Where’s Cass?” I growl, my feeling even stronger than before.
“Upstairs,” Abbott sighs. If I’m showing how I feel, then shit is real. I’ve been holding it all in.
I just need to see and hold her. Things could have been so much worse than they are now. Kidnapping, killing, Jesus the things running through my head are not for the faint of heart as I run upstairs with my pack.
Cass is in the en-suite to our bedroom, and I wince as I hear her heaving as she pukes.
“Hey, Precious,” I rasp, walking inside.
“I’m…gross,” she cries, gasping for air before she begins to throw up again.
Everyone is going to die.This drug is fucking awful.
“Go away,” Cassidy wheezes.
“Not happening,” Abbott says, flushing the toilet. He pulls on gloves and cleans up the rim with a bleach wipe, while I drop to my knees behind her.
Ansel wets a cloth and washes her face, before I wrap my arms around our girl to help her lay back to take a break. If she needs to puke again, I’ll get her to the toilet.
“Do you want a shower?” I ask, kissing her temple.
I guess it’s a good thing I can’t smell anything, because the puke doesn’t bother me at all. The only thing I’m upset about is that this was preventable.
“I don’t know if I’m done,” she whispers, hiding her face.
“You have nothing left in your stomach,” Abbott says. “Come brush your teeth and get in the shower with Shi, baby.”
“Ugh,” she groans.
Smirking, I help her up, frowning as I walk her to the sink. Her legs are shaky.
“What the hell kind of drugs are these?” I mutter, pulling my shirt off and tossing it into the hamper.
“The kind that snuck up on me,” Cassidy explains, before sticking her toothbrush in her mouth.
I won’t understand anything she has to say from this point forward, so I’ll just have to wait until she’s done brushing her teeth.
Can you tell we’ve gone through this before?
