Chapter 11
Potion Sickness
Chris turned over in his sleep, and hit empty mattress, he had known his fiancée had got up to go to the bathroom a while ago, and, he realized sleepily, she hadn't come back.
He rose, shook on a robe, as it was not considered seemly to wander around a home you shared with your parents and siblings without any underwear on and went in search of the woman he wanted to marry.
He wandered into the kitchen, and found her hunched over a cup of hot chocolate in the family kitchen, so distracted she didn't notice he was there. He watched the cup shake as she lifted it to her lips.
"Hey you" he said softly "I would have thought once you'd have got over that initial burst of energy , you would have slept for a week, I know I need to." He grinned and tried to lift the tension. She didn't respond. "Kara, honey, what is it?"
She looked at him, and he saw the fear in her eyes. "They made me drink a potion, to turn the babies, drain the good out of them...Chris, what if it worked? What if the time shift damaged them? What if...?"
"Hey now, no 'what if's' we'll go to the hospital get an ultrasound scan, when Aunt Pheobe's baby was evil, it blew the machine up." He grinned again.
"None of your cousins are evil...much!" She returned his smile, wanly.
She lapsed into silence again, and Chris came to sit beside her, she leaned against him "They're our children OURS, no child of ours would be evil right? Because we're not, right?"
The multiple rhetorical demands betrayed how unsure she was.
"Well..." Chris said, trying not to let his voice betray how scared he had become, thinking along these lines about the danger his unborn children had been in, could still be in and could bring to the world. "Well...you were OK and we got Eve back, and if you guys were supposed to fulfill the Risen prophesy so I bet your mother took the potion."
"Ah-ha, you, soon to be husband mine are a genius!"
She got up and bolted from the kitchen, leaving Chris staring after her open mouthed for a moment, trying to figure out what he'd said or done.
"Kara?" He called before jogging after her.
He caught up with her as he ran panting into the attic. "Man, you run quickly for a pregnant lady. What is it? What'd I say?"
"My mother, if she took it, but I was fine and Eve was only affected by her upbringing, then there has to be away to counteract the potion, especially because they only made me take it when I was stuck down there, at the early stages of my pregnancy. I just need to ask someone who was there!" She explained, her voice hurried and excited, as a ray of hope penetrated her worried, guilty, gloom.
"Ask who, your mother's dead and she can't be summoned, she was a demon, she doesn't have a soul to summon!"
"Yes, but my parent's were still together, they were until we were six, my father was around while she was pregnant. He would know, and he might be dead, but he does have a soul to summon."
"I'll wake the family..."