His power grows, and pain clouds his eyes before he goes limp, falling to the floor, and making Bitey yelp as Baz drops him, and he disappears into the house. I’ll check on him in a minute. I need to make sure that Baz is okay first.
“Baz!” I call out with concern as I round the table.
I have no idea how I got here so quickly, but here I am. What I see makes me panic more though. Baz is on the floor, blood pouring from his nose and ears as he has a seizure, still passed out, his body contorting in painful ways.
“Fuck,” Doc exclaims, and then immediately goes into doctor mode, “guys, I need his legs and arms pinned down, so that I can get a good grip on him to heal him. I need to be able to assess him. I think that it’s in part magical exertion, and I need to heal both the physical and the magical, but I need to do it without him hurting himself more.”
He says all of this in a rush, and the guys are all jumping into action before he’s fully finished explaining what he needs done.
Reed grabs one of Baz’s arms in order to hold it down and stop it from flailing, and to my utter shock, it shifts, turning completely black, copper markings flashing on it so briefly that I don’t have the chance to identify them before they disappear, and those deadly claws that made an appearance when Winston showed up on the table, reappear.
“Fuck, his magic is protecting him! It thinks that we’re the threat,” Griff says as he tries to pin Baz down so that he can’t hurt himself.
I watch, helpless. I know I’m not strong enough to pin him down, especially as he sends Coen flying with one leg.
“Are you okay?” I check in with him. He hit the wall pretty fucking hard.
He nods, “I’m good. House made the wall soft when I hit it. It was like hitting a pillow.”
He smiles and then drops straight back into helping the others with Baz.
Once again, House proves how awesome it really is.
My attention is on the guys and Baz, watching anxiously as they try to stop him from fitting and injuring himself or one of us, but it’s no good. It’s not helping, and he must have already hurt himself by now. Whenever one of his limbs escapes the grip of the others, it hits the ground hard. I can only hope that House is making the impact areas soft like it did for Coen. I haven’t heard anything snap, and with the force that he’s hitting things, I should have, so House must be making it softer. It can’t be good to have a seizure for this long.
I’m at a complete loss on how to help him though, even the Voices just sound panicked, and are offering no real advice.
“Put your hands on his cheeks, Neith,” Zephyr tells me.
I jump, not expecting to hear his voice. I hear it clearly enough that it sounds like he’s standing very close to me, and I didn’t even notice him approach. I look behind me, only to find that he’s not there. He’s not in the room at all, and I frown with confusion.
The Voices' panicked muttering has calmed, and I come to the conclusion that it must have been them using Zephyr’s voice to get me to listen to them, and to cut through my panic. I’m not going to question it anymore, and I don’t have anything to lose, so I throw myself forward, my hands outstretched.
Thankfully, I have good aim, and I’m standing by Baz’s head. So when I move forward, I don’t end up making it worse by smacking him, tripping over him, or something else equally disastrous. I have no idea why Zephyr, or rather the Voices, think holding Baz’s face is going to help, apart from stopping him from hurting his head. Which is actually a pretty important reason for me to hold onto his head, so maybe that’s what they meant?
My hands touch his cheeks, my fingers dipping into his beard so I can touch as much skin as possible, because I feel like that’s important.
To my utter shock, he stills, and the guys all turn to look at me questioningly.
“Are you using your magic?” Griff asks me.
I shake my head, “No.”
Doc nods, “Whatever you do, do not let go until I’ve healed him. I have a feeling that this is going to take a moment. He pushed his magic too far, and his body, and consequently he’s done quite a lot of damage.”
I nod, “Can you heal it though?”
Doc smiles reassuringly, “Of course, I can.”
His confident reply makes me smile, and Doc quickly refocuses on Baz, and I do the same. I have no intention of letting go of him now that I know that I can actually help him. Plus, I like holding him. I move his head gently onto my lap, making sure that I keep contact with his skin as I do it, just in case it’s that which is making the difference. It doesn’t feel as odd as it probably should, considering the little amount of time that I’ve actually known him for.
I’m just happy that he’s no longer seizing or flinging the guys around.
My thumbs rub across his cheekbones, and I watch his features closely, looking for any signs of discomfort or pain.
After ten minutes or so, I feel Doc’s magic pull back. I don’t dare take my eyes off Baz though, just in case.
“Is he okay?” Ransom asks with worry clear in his voice and expression as his eyebrows scrunch and his lips draw down slightly.
