I knew very little about migraines, but I knew they could last more than a few hours.
She stirred and let out another sound of distress, but I wasn’t turning back now.
I was going to give her a lot better care than she was getting at the moment.
I strode out of the apartment, taking the stairs as quickly as possible without jostling Sierra too much.
“Sierra?” I said in what I hoped was a low voice that wouldn’t cause her more pain. “Did you take anything?”
“Didn’t have any meds,” she answered weakly, her voice muffled because she was covered by the blanket.
Fuck!I knew I didn’t have anything at my place, and I was going to have to find a way to get her some meds.
I settled her into the passenger seat, reclining it as far as possible so she could stretch out.
As soon as I slid into the driver’s seat, I looked up the number for Reese Remington, my cousin Devon’s wife. It was a weekday, and she was probably in her office in Billings. We’d never really spoken much, but she was a nurse practitioner, and I needed all of the help I could get right now.
I started driving toward home as I dialed her office.
After I explained who I was and that I needed Reese’s help, her receptionist put me on hold, but Reese picked up the call within moments.
“Asher? Is everything okay?” she asked without making polite conversation first.
“No,” I grumbled as I glanced at the woman covered in a blanket beside me. “I need…your help.”
Christ!Why had it been so hard to spit those words out?
Probably because it was the first time I’d asked my family for help of any kind.
I was an antisocial prick, and I didn’t trust anyone except my brother, so I’d learned to depend on no one but myself.
“Of course,” she said. “Anything. You’re family.”
If I wasn’t so damn worried about Sierra, I’d probably be a little humbled by Reese’s response. However, my concern for Sierra made me push every other thought aside.
I quickly explained my situation.
“Take her home,” Reese instructed. “I’ll get some meds delivered to you shortly after you get to your ranch. It would have been more ideal if she’d taken something as soon as the migraine was starting, but I can send something that will still give her some relief and some supporting meds for nausea and some of the uncomfortable symptoms.”
“How long will this migraine last?” I asked as I turned onto the freeway.
“I don’t know any of her history,” Reese explained. “It could be a day. It could be three days. It’s hard to predict. All you can do is support her and put her in the quietest, darkest room in your house. Let me get those meds moving. If you don’t mind, I’ll stop over after work to check on her.”
I hated company, but I wanted someone medical to see Sierra more than I wanted my solitude.
“I’d appreciate it,” I answered in a graveled voice.
“You sound really worried,” Reese said sympathetically. “She’ll be okay, Asher. Migraines are extremely uncomfortable, but they aren’t fatal. She’ll be wiped out once it’s over, but she should be back to herself again in a few days.”
We ended the call so Reese could find someone to deliver the meds.
I looked at the passenger seat for what felt like the thousandth time, noting that the blanket moved occasionally, but Sierra hadn’t made a sound.
I exited the freeway when I got closer to Crystal Fork and started toward my ranch, trying to plan exactly what I needed to do when I got home.
Putting her somewhere quiet and dark wasn’t a problem. I had blackout shades in my bedroom. On the nights when I had really bad insomnia, I wanted to get some sleep without the early morning sun in my face.
Meow. Meow. Meow.
