Disclaimer: Same ol', same ol'. Magic and Scorch also property of the Ty Beanie Baby Corporation.
Lisa was getting worried. Goldy had been gone for over an hour and Jareth was getting worse. The mark on his chest was glowing even brighter, and he was unconscious, breathing shallowly.
She was trying to get his fever down by putting ice on his forehead. Even that wouldn't wake him.
Jamie was perched on the headboard above Jareth, using his Empathic powers to monitor what he could of Jareth's vital signs. From what he could sense, things did not look good. He knew he couldn't hide the awful truth from Lisa, because they were linked together.
Lisa... he began, but she cut him off.
"I know," she said.
The scar on Jareth's chest was glowing a malicious red, nearly illuminating the whole room.
Jareth, the Goblin King, was dying.
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Goldy had been searching for Medicus for nearly 2 hours now. The forest was so thick and deep, he could search for longer and still never find him. He very briefly considered asking Woodhorn, but decided against it. The territorial unicorn might run him through just for stepping up to him.
As well as looking for Medicus, Goldy was also keeping an eye open for Magic or Scorch, two small dragons that hung around the medical unicorn for some reason or another. Heck, he was looking for anyone who could contact Medicus.
In the distance, Goldy heard a sound that was known amongst the unicorns as the Help Cry. It was in Lisa's voice. She was trying to call Medicus that way. In the cry, he heard her calling him back, so Goldy abandoned his search and made his way back to the house.
He saw Lisa leaning out one of the bedroom windows, so he headed there. She moved when she saw him coming so he could enter.
Goldy stepped to the wall and pressed down the lever situated at the bottom of the wall with his hoof.
The wall slid up and into a recess in the ceiling, allowing him to walk in.
The sight he encountered had to be one of the saddest Goldy had ever seen.
Jareth was lying prone on the bed, shivering despite the warm blanket covering him. He was sweating and Lisa had a cold compress resting on his forehead. The scar left by Janis Thorn was giving off its malevolent light. His breathing was so shallow, and his heartbeat was so slow, they were almost nonexistent.
"He's been unconscious for hours," Lisa said to Goldy. She had moved to Jareth's side and was holding his hand between both of her own.
~This is bad,~ Goldy said. ~If he dies…~ He didn't complete the thought. He didn't have to. Lisa already knew something bad would probably happen if Jareth died.
End part five.