WARNING! This chapter is really intense. I apologize. I just need some scary stuff before the really funny stuff starts to happen. Thank you for reading. And thank you for all the very kind reviews! You are all so nice to me! *sniffle*
Chapter 6: Panic
When he came back Ed was coughing again, and she hadn't bothered to stay upright. She shivered with the fever, but at least the chicken pox hadn't started to itch yet. Spike handed her a small piece of toilet paper. She stopped coughing and stared at it with unfocused eyes.
"Cough into it Ed! What's wrong with you?"
There wasn't an answer.
"Yap! Yap,yap,yap!" Ein was in a panic.
Spike felt his heart jump into his throat. He sat next to Ed on the bed and turned her over, she was limp and her skin was an odd shade of grayish-blue.
"Spi…can't…breathe…" she gasped wetly.
"Shit!" He sat her up and hit her back maybe a little harder than was necessary, "I need you to cough Ed! Common you stupid kid, breathe!"
She made a weak noise, and it wasn't really a healthy sound by any means. He wrapped the blankets around her, then picked her up and held her to his chest.
She looked up at him, her orange eyes wide with panic. It was an animalistic look, and Spike had never been so scared in his life. Radical Edward grasped at his blue shirt with her thin agile hands.
"Damn it Ed! Common! You can't die, it'll be on my head. I'm not gonna feel guilty about it."
Her eyes closed and she went limp in his arms.
"Shit Ed!"
"Yap,yap,yap,yap!"
"Shut up Ein!"
He shot off on his powerful legs toward the hanger. "Hang on," he whispered.