Hello, again! I really have nothing to say, but enjoy the new chapter!
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"Daniel! Daniel wait! Let's talk!" Jack called after his twin, who was speeding off.
"Wind! I need help here!" Jack said to Wind, who made him shoot forward. Once Jack was close to Daniel, and he realized he was crying, Jack tackled him in the air, sending both boys to the ground. They both landed with a thud, but Jack sat on Daniel, pinning him.
"Get off of me!" Daniel yelled.
"No! We need to talk!"
"There's nothing to talk about!" He hissed, squirming underneath him.
"Yes there is! Stop moving!"
"Then get off of me!"
"No, we are going to talk, Daniel!" After a while, Daniel stopped moving, but he looked annoyed.
"What do you want to talk about?" Daniel huffed.
"What you said back there. I didn't know that you felt that way. "
"I never felt this jealous of you." Daniel confessed. "But when Elizabeth- I don't know. I just felt...jealousy. And when you didn't believe me on keeping a secrect that was serious...something just snapped." Jack looked guilty.
"I'm really sorry, bro. It's just-. Well, you've pretty much built a wall that made it hard for us to believe you. I really care about Elizabeth, and I was the only one besides Pitch, Death and Patrick that knew. I just don't want her to get hurt."
"I know. I do too. But...your the prankster in the family. Yet they still believe you. "
"I never wanted to make you feel like you're in my shadow. You're my twin. And I'm really, really, really, sorry." Daniel look at Jack, and smiled slightly.
"It's fine, I guess." Jack smiled back.
"Good. But when Pitch realizes what you said about 'Beth in love with me- which is a lie, so stop smirking- he'll kill you too for liking her." They both laughed.
"She's pretty though."
"Ooh, yeah."
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Elizabeth groaned. The pain-reducer potion that Mother Nature gave her wore off a while ago. She could hear the heart monitor beeping fast. She felt sick. Terribly sick. Pitch was practically hovering over her, worrying about Elizabeth's health. She felt a pair of cold hands touch her fore-head and the cheek that didn't have the gauze pad on it.
"Pitch, she's burning up." It was Death. And she sounded worried.
"I know, I know." Her dad replied. He didn't understand. She was in stable health not even twenty minutes ago. Now she was gasping for air-though the oxygen mask helped- and was burning a fever.
"I'll go get a rag and cold water." Death said and quickly exited the room. Pitch was pacing back and forth. Patrick was sitting next to her, holding her hand.
"It's okay, Izzy. Just breathe." He muttered to her.
She coughed. Her throat was squeezing tightly, making it hard for her to breathe. North and Mother Nature, who were pretty much the only two who were good at medical stuff- were quickly looking through Mother Natures potion book. They were looking for something that could stop the pain until they could figure out what to do. They both think that one of the cuts on her back is infected.
Death ran back in, flinging a bucket of water in her hands. Death wasn't good with heavy things. So, she managed to get water everywhere. She quickly grabbed a rag was dipped it in. Death quickly pressed it to Elizabeth's sweaty face. Elizabeth shivered. It was so cold... Pitch noticed her shiver and looked at her sadly.
What kind of a father was he? All he was doing just standing there, while his daughter was in pain. He felt useless. Completely, utterly, useless.
Elizabeth coughed again, only this time it was rougher and harder than before. It got to the point were her vision went fuzzy. After a while, she could finally breathe. Elizabeth didn't waste any time. She gasped, breathing as much air as she could, to stop the burning in her lungs. But that lead her to another small coughing fit.
"Calm down, Izzy. Breathe slowly." Patrick said, the coughing fits worrying him. Pitch sighed, growing impatient.
"I'm going to see what's taking those two so long." Pitch quickly walked out of the room. Elizabeth coughed again.
"P-Pat?" Elizabeth mumbled.
"Yeah, Izzy?"
"I-It's h-...hard to b-breathe..."
"I know, just focus on your breathing, okay?" She nodded slightly. She felt so tired. After a while of painful coughing fits, she somehow slipped to un-consciousness.
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"Have you two found anything yet?" Pitch asked North and Mother Nature.
"Not yet. How is she?" Mother Nature questioned, not taking her eyes off the book.
"Not good. She's running a fever and is having horrible coughing fits." North looked confused.
"I don't get it. She was in good health. What happened?"
"I don't know. I'm just as confused as you are."
"I found it!" Adair suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Pitch raised his eyebrows.
"I thought it was just you two in here."
"We needed help, da."
"Ah." Pitch muttered as Adair made her way over to them.
"I bet we can make this to where we can just inject it in her. Right mom?"
"Yes, Adair. Thank you."
"No problem!" They heard a crash on the roof, and two voices laughing.
"Idiots." Adair said aloud, making Pitch nod.
"I couldn't agree more."
"I'll go inform them," Adair stated and walked out.
"Alright," Mother Nature began, "Let's prepare this, shall we?"
"Da." North agreed, and started to gather the said ingredients. Pitch staid in there, not wanting to see his daughter suffering. Mother Nature started to talk, while mixing and boiling the potion.
"So, Pitch, how old is Elizabeth?" Pitch was a bit shocked at the sudden question.
"A little over six-hundred. Why?" She shook her head.
"I'm just curious. Her physical age is seventeen, correct?"
"No, her physical age is still sixteen. Her birthday is not to far away."
"Jack's physical age is seventeen, da?" North smirked.
"Why are you smirking?!" Pitch yelled.
"Oh. Young love. How cute!" Tooth suddenly appeared next to Mother Nature.
"When did you get in here?!"
"So, Pitch, I have a feeling that a wedding will be here soon!" Mother Nature joked.
"No. Way. Not ever. No. Just no." Laughs filled the room.
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.Hahaha! Poor Pitch! Elizabeth is getting worse! Don't worry, she's not dying...maybe. XD I'll stop. See you in the next chapter!