She wanted to open her eyes to look, but her brain couldn’t relay the information to her optic nerve, so she remained right where she was.
“It’s morphine,” he said simply. “It’ll knock you out long enough for your equilibrium to return.”
This time she did conjure up enough energy to shake her head, rolling her forehead on her arm. No drugs for her. Nope. No way. Not after what she’d watched her mother go through for years.
A soft grumble was all she could get out.
“It’ll help,sezari.”
“No. Drugs.”
She was feeling better. Really.
Her attempt to lift her head resulted in another endeavor for her body to expel her organs, but it didn’t last nearly as long. Surely that was a good sign.
“If you won’t take the drugs, let me put you under for a little while.”
“No drugs,” she forced through dry lips.
“No drugs. I swear.”
Orianna was about to ask what his intentions were, but then…
Lights. Out.
“She’ll be fine,” Aphotic said.
“Her body just needs to rest,” Stygian added.
“Penelope survived it,” Obsidian surmised.
Eclipse was aware of all the voices, but he had nothing to contribute. They could placate him all fucking night, wouldn’t change the fact that he’d damn near killed his female. From the instant they’d taken form here at the mansion nearly twenty-four hours ago, he’d realized the error of his ways. Probably wouldn’t have been a big deal if it hadn’t been for the distance they’d covered in such a short time.
“It really wouldn’t hurt to get a healer in here,” Obsidian said, agreeing to Eclipse’s earlier request.
That got Eclipse’s attention. He peered over at his brothers as Aphotic spoke up.
“We can’t afford another human knowing about us.”
Stygian nodded in agreement. “He’s right.”
“Not a human doctor, then,” Obsidian suggested.
Eclipse barked a laugh. “Then what? A vampire healer? How the hell will that help?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of an angel.” Obsidian’s tone said he didn’t appreciate the fact they thought he was an idiot.
“And you know one?” Stygian inquired.
“No.”
Which was the biggest issue of all. They’d never needed medical attention. Their powers were strong enough to heal one another, the need for an outside source unnecessary. The only time they’d ever run into issues was with thefiestreigh. From time to time, if he or his brothers weren’t around, someone would require medical attention. Which was the very reason they kept the Fae on hand. Those males and females had more powers than Eclipse and his brothers and, thus far, had been able to manage taking care of any injuries.
“We’ve run into this issue before,” Obsidian said, his silver gaze settling on Eclipse’s face. “When you were shot, remember?”
Oh, he remembered. He would never forget the sight of Penelope crumbling to her knees when Obsidian had removed the bullet from his shoulder. She had endured every ounce of his agony because it had been transferred through her mate.
But Obsidian did have a point. Once they were all mated, they would be forsaking their females if they had to assist an injury. If they had someone in house, so to speak, he or she could take care of whatever emergencies arose. Someone who was trained for that sort of thing.
