A/N: I don't own Women of the Otherworld, just the character of Krista. Please R&R!

Chapter 2

Jeremy had just finished stanching the blood flow from the worst of her wounds, as shallow as her breathing was; it was nothing if not constant. Logan sat in a chair in the corner, head in his hands. He hadn't moved from that position since he'd placed the girl on the makeshift operating table. He was flanked by his parents, who were clearly burning to ask him of his whereabouts these last two months. Nick, Antonio, and Kate had long ago abandoned the tense atmosphere for calmer waters. As Jeremy moved to smooth the disinfectant on another cut on her arm it twitched beneath his hand.

Logan must have heard something because he was out of his seat and by her side in the blink of an eye.

"Krista?" he asked taking her hand in his. "Krista?" he asked again, shaking her hand a bit, clearly hoping for some sort of reaction.

Her entire body began to convulse; forcing Logan to abandon the hand he so craved to hold in his. Clay rushed to his son's side prepared to hold Logan back should be try to do something stupid like-

"KRISTA," Logan practically screamed lunging for her. Clay had to put more effort than expected in holding his son back as Jeremy picked the girl up and placed her in the cage, used to house mutts before their disposal.

"Let her go," Logan yelled trying to pull free from his father's grasp.

"Logan, it's for her own safety, and yours. She'd do much more damage to herself out here." Elena tried to reason with him.

Logan didn't say anything, he just fought against his father. When he gave a particularly hard twist to the right, Clay was forced to either let him go, out risk breaking Logan's arm. Logan ran to the cage gripping it's bars as he watched the girl seize on the floor as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

"Open the door," Logan demanded eyes still drilling into Krista.

"Logan-," Elena began.

"Jeremy, open the door." Jeremy didn't move. Logan finally pulled his eyes from the girl he so clearly loved. His eyes were read, and his breath sporadic from forcing back tears.

Before either Clay or Elena could protest he tossed the keys to Logan. Once inside Logan closed the door and lay down in the floor next to Krista, her seizure, finally coming to an end.

"This isn't over yet," Logan whispered to her. "We can beat this I know we can. I can't lose you now. You've been fighting for so long, just keep fighting a little bit longer."

In a miracle of miracles she opened her eyes and turned her head. Her dark brown eyes, just a few shades from black, were completely glazed over and the moisture was beginning to fall from her eyes. Her skin, what could be seen through the bandages Jeremy had wrapped around her, was once the color of milk chocolate; now began to turn a chalky white that she herself had never thought possible.

Her eyes screamed the questions she couldn't force her mouth to speak. Logan, never breaking eye contact, took her hand in his. Never blinking he stared her down.

"You will fight this, do you hear me. I won't lose you now."

She just stare back at him, pain in her eyes.

"I need to know that you understand me," he demanded.

Jeremy could make out the slight nod of her head before her body tensed up again. Here it was, if she could make it though this, they might be able to save her.