Prologue.

I had to reupload this because O: no A/N or Lyrics so..

A/N: AN: "This story is dedicated to the amazing Tina because she is amazing and brillian. She IS my agent-doesn't just pretend ;D She is all round a cool kidda and in no way did she write this" Yeah she wrote that.

AN numero Dos: First story, review? 3 The summary summarizes it; Jez is sick, dying, or something.. Idk..

NO UPDATES WITHOUT COOKIES. 3

You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

Jez coughed into her napkin, glancing momentarily at the contents before crumpling it into a ball and dropping it quietly under the table. She then rested her elbows on the table and put her head in her hands, shuddering slightly, before composing herself and continuing to pick at her food. She was fully aware of the glances she was receiving from Hannah and the way Morgeads hand rested on her thigh under the cover of the table. Being sick fucking sucked. Why she even agreed to come to this stupid dinner party was well beyond her. Her entire face was frozen, she was wearing about ten layers and *still* freezing, her throat ached in a way it had never done before, not even when she went vegan for a month and fanged up every time she saw someone drink vimpto, even though it's not, may I add, the colour of blood. She was just craving. To top it all off, every time she moved, pain shot through every inch of her moaning body.

Rashel made an awkward noise, being one of the closest people there too Jez, she was about to say something, when she was interrupted.

"Hey, Jez?" Gillan said, plastering on concerned witch face number one, "are you okay?"

Rashel shot her a look, and then turned to Jez.

"You look like death," Rashel said under her breath, "no offense intended."

"Uhm, yeah," Jez said, trying to act like everyone wasn't looking openly at her pale face and barely touched food, "I'm fine; excuse me a moment."

She pushed back her chair, and fled from the room.

"What's up with her?" Quinn said the second she was gone, "and why were the vampires here given food?"

"Because I wanted everything to be nice and formal and family like," Hannah muttered, chewing on her thumbnail, "someone should go after her,"

Morgead stared out of the Daybreak kitchen sliding glass doors into the luxurious acres owned by daybreak; forest, forest, forest, as far as you can see. Oh, and a patio; it was a nice colour of reddish orangish, he couldn't quite describe it. Damn, he loved that patio.

He knew that something was up with Jez from the second she sneezed in his face when they were making out. She had brushed it off as a cold, but he could almost feel her body cool down as she pressed against him, he could almost see her veins turn black from infection.

This was no average cold.