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This chapter takes place during Mr. Sandman.
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Chapter Ten
One Week Later
Lucille sighed in frustration as she graded the essays from her Geology class. It wasn't class that enjoyed. She enjoyed her chemistry and science but the study of Earth wasn't something that really peaked her interest but the school had asked her to offer it as an alternate class for those that wished to take it.
The essays' were supposed to be about the seven major tectonic plates. But some of the students completely avoided majority of the plates to write about the Pacific plate and the Ring of Fire.
"What am I teaching?" she mumbled to herself as she wrote another 'F' on an essay. This had to be the third one in the class.
She was about to start grading another essay when she heard she frantic running through the halls. She burrowed her brows in confusion. She thought she was the only one of these floor. She knew that there was grief support group on the first floor but she knew that they weren't allowed anywhere else in the building besides the cafeteria and the restrooms.
She got up from her desk in curiosity. She curiosity turned into worry when she heard more noises and a slam of a door down the hall. She hurried out of her own classroom.
Three rooms down, she found her answers.
Nick was stumbling, struggling to even stand. There was another man but whoever it was broke the glass of the classroom with a desk and threw himself out the second story window.
"Nick!" she shouted, rushing over to him. "Are you alright?"
"Lucille?" Nick questioned. "Is that you?"
Lucille knelt down beside Nick who was hugging onto one of the desks. Around his stunning blue eyes, the skin was turning red and puffy.
"Nick!" Detective Griffin shouted. "Wu! Down here!"
Wu ran in a moment later, "What the hell?"
"Did you do this?" Detective Griffin shouted at Lucille.
"N-no!" she shouted, stuttering at the thought of her ever hurting Nick past through her mind.
"It wasn't her!" Nick explained. "He sprayed me! He went out the window!"
Detective Griffin looked over his shoulder and instructed Wu to follow him.
"We need to get you to a hospital," Detective Griffin demanded as he helped Nick off the floor.
"They won't be able to help him," Lucille stated as she grabbed Nick's other arm and looped it over her shoulders.
"She's right, Hank." Nick stated. "We need to go to the shop."
"I'm coming with," Lucille stated, firmly.
The three loaded into the police cruiser. Hank behind the wheel and Nick was sprawled in the back seat as Lucille occupied the passenger seat.
"Hank, I need your phone," she demanded. "I left mine my classroom."
Before Hank could fish out his phone, Nick handed his from the backseat, "Call Rosalee."
Lucille nodded, dialing her sister's number.
"Nick?" Rosalee's voice answered.
"It's me! Nick got sprayed in the eyes by…" She glanced over at Nick. "What were you sprayed by?"
"A Jinnamuru Xunte," Nick shouted so that Rosalee could hear.
"Oh God!" Rosalee gasped.
"We're on our way to the shop like right now!" Lucille stated as she realized that with the sirens on they were over half way there.
"I'll start looking for something to help him," Rosalee said, ending the phone call.
When they got to the shop, Hank and Lucille plopped Nick on the couch in the back room while Rosalee rushed to grab a lamp. While Monroe set up a table right beside the blind detective.
"Nick, the parasites have barbs making it impossible to wash out," Rosalee stated. As she over with the lamp. "We have to keep you in light! The worms thrive in 't move."
Lucille sat down gently next to Nick. "We have to figure out to how to get Nick's eyesight back," she stated looking at Rosalee.
Rosalee was already on it, pulling books off the shelves. "Already on it!" She rushed to the other room where she had more space to research all the books while Hank pulled Monroe aside to talk about the investigation.
Lucille glanced at Nick, "Are you okay?" she asked quietly.
Nick cocked his head toward her, acknowledging her presence. "For the situation?"
Lucille huffed a little at her stupidity, "I guess that was a stupid question…"
"It could be worse," Nick said softly. "I could be dead."
Lucille paled at the suggestion. "Don't say that…"
Nick just shrugged. He sat back a little, trying to make himself comfortable. "This is so weird."
"What is? Not being able to see?"
"That and I can hear," Nick tried to explain.
"What do you mean?"
"I can hear… I can hear your heartbeat. I can hear Monroe and Hank. I can hear Rosalee. The cars outside. Music from sidewalk."
Lucille glanced down at her chest. 'My heartbeat?'
"Are you nervous?" Nick asked.
"Concerned," Lucille corrected.
"Why?"
Lucille's brain rushed for an answer. "Because I don't want to see a friend hurt," she simply stated.
"Friend?"
"Well that's what we are, aren't we?" Lucille questioned, leaning back beside him.
"I guess," Nick answered. "Never quite thought about it."
"I did brew the Infatuation Cure for you," Lucille reasoned.
Nick nodded in acknowledgment.
"Even though I think this is the longest we have ever talked," Lucille commented. "I only really see you when you are in the precinct when you are interrogating me about murders."
Nick laughed little at that, "You're not wrong."
"I know," Lucille said, cockiness lacing her voice. "I'm hardly ever wrong."
Nick scuffed at her, "Right…"
"See?" Lucille giggled a little.
"Guys, I think Rosalee got something," Nick stated toward the men across the room. Lucille frowned a little at the statement.
"What?" Monroe asked, confused.
"We didn't hear anything from Rosalee," Hank said, just as confused.
"Monroe, Hank!" Rosalee shouted from the front room. "Can you come here for a moment?"
The two men looked at Nick in astonishment before walking into the other room.
"What are they saying?" Lucille questioned him.
"Rosalee found a cure for me…" Nick stated, quietly, trying to overhear the conversation.
"And?" Lucille urged him to continue.
"You would have to cut out the eye of the Jinnamuru Xunte while he is alive and full woged," Nick said grimly.
"But how?" Lucille asked, amazed at his newly found skill.
"With a spoon, apparently," he said absentmindedly, trying to concentrate on the other conversation.
In the other room, she could see her sister rushing around, grabbing herbs and spices. Apparently, with the eye they needed other ingredients to help it become effective.
At the moment, Hank's phone started ringing. He quickly answered, "Griffin."
After a few moments, Nick interrupts the conversation, "I know where he is."
"But how?"
"You said that the Jinnamuru Xunte attacks surviving family members, right? And you just found the car, right?" Nick confirmed. "He couldn't attack Molly's family because she had no more left. But Kelly has her sister. He went to Casey's house!"
Hank started rushing around, grabbing his jacket from the backroom where they were sitting.
"I'm coming with," Nick stated, standing up unsure of his footing.
"No!" Lucille argued. "It's not safe, especially with your eyesight being gone."
"She's right, Nick," Monroe agreed with Lucille.
"No, you don't understand!" Nick argued. "He makes this sort of buzzing. I would be able to hear it and find him!"
Everyone paused a moment, contemplating whether to actually take him or not.
"Fine," Hank finally agreed after a moment.
"Are you coming?" Rosalee asked her as she noticed her sister didn't make a move.
Lucille shook her head, "I think it would be best if I stayed behind. I would only be getting in the way."
Rosalee nodded and followed everyone out the door.
In an instant, everything in the shop went silent. Lucille gazed around the dimly room, seeing the books that were placed randomly while everyone was looking for a cure. She sighed.
"Because I don't want to see a friend hurt,"
"Friend?"
"Well that's what we are, aren't we?"
"I guess,"
The conversation flooded her mind as she slowly started putting the books away in their proper places. It pained her a little that he never really considered her as a friend… Maybe it was because she was never around? That's all she really wanted… She realized that she couldn't have him more than that… But at least wanted to be friends with him.
"What am I gonna do?" Lucille questioned herself. She engulfed herself in her thoughts.
It was only when she walked out the door of the shop that she realized she left everything at the school, including her car. Unfortunately, for her, she left her car keys in her purse… which was in her classroom.
"Great!" she shouted at nobody. She searched her pockets, only to remember that she left her phone at the school in her rush as well. "PERFECT!"
Going back inside, she grabbed the store phone and looked the yellow pages for a local taxi cab service. She was about to dial the number when an old Toyota SUV appeared in front of the shop.
She quickly rushed out as everyone filed out of the car. She released a breath she didn't realize she was holding when she saw Nick, the puffiness around his eyes was slowly disappearing.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Yea," Nick answered, smiling a little at her concern.
"Lucille," Rosalee called to her. Lucille glanced over at her older sister. "You need a ride home?"
"How did you know?" Lucille said in mock shock. It didn't take a genius to see that her car wasn't here.
"I can take her," Nick offered.
"Are you sure? I mean you just got your eyesight back," Lucille said, once again, concerned.
"It's the least I can do," Nick stated.
"As long as you're okay," Lucille mumbled.
"Of course."
Lucille glanced over at her sister, "I'm gonna go with Nick if that's alright."
"Thank God!" Rosalee said, laughing a little. "I don't think Monroe's little car would have enough room for all of us to be comfortable!"
Lucille glanced at the little bug and laughed herself, "It would have given a new meaning to clown car."
"Hey!" Monroe shouted at her offended.
Lucille giggled at him.
"Well, night everyone!" Hank said as he got into his police cruiser.
Everyone finally started getting into their own designated cars.
"So, where am I taking you?" Nick asked as he turned the engine over.
Lucille sighed, "I guess to my house. I left my keys at the school when we rushed to get you to the shop this afternoon."
Nick looked a little guilty.
"It wasn't your fault," Lucille stated, sensing the guilty flooding off of him.
Nick pulled onto Pacific Freeway.
"You know how to get to my house?" she asked.
"I think so," he said. "1022 SW Westwood, right?"
Lucille smiled at the fact that he knew her address. To the random person, she knew that it would sound creepy. But one, he was a detective and two, she was no better since she had his cell phone number memorized.
"Yea?" he questioned.
"Yes,"
He pulled off of Pacific Freeway easily. It only took another five minutes before they pulled up in front of her house.
"Thank you for the ride," she said as she got out of the passenger seat.
"Thank you for helping me today," Nick said, smiling at her.
Her knees started going weak but she held firm in her stance. "It was really no problem," she stated.
"Not everyone would have come and helped me," the Grimm stated. "So, thank you, Lucille."
She smiled, but adverted her gaze to her feet. "You're welcome, Nick."
"The more I thought of it…" Nick started. He paused trying to find the right words. "Only a friend would really come help me, Grimm or not."
Lucille glanced up. She ignored the ache in her chest as he said the word friend. She knew that wasn't want she really craved but that's all she could get at the current moment.
"Well, like I said before, you are my friend, Nick," she stated.
"And you are mine," Nick answered.
Lucille smiled again. Inside though she was felt like she was dying.
"Good night, Nick," she said softly as she closed the door.
Nick rolled down the window, "Good night, Lucille."
She made her way over the garage door, where the keyless entry was. She pressed the buttons to her password and the garage door slide open flawlessly. She was about to close the garage doors when she saw Nick still sitting in her driveway.
He waved at her. She waved back before closing the garage door.