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"That, Murph," I said, "Was a Denarius."
"Oh," She replied gently, still catching her breath. "What the fuck is that?" she screamed.
"Later." I mumbled, joining Syileta who was now hovering over Thomas.
"How's he doing?" I asked as Murphy joined us.
Thomas looked worse than he had back at his apartment. He was paler than normal, and his breathing was slow and erratic. There was blood all over his body, so much so that it was hard to think there could be any left inside him.
"Bad. I'm not even sure I can heal him." Syileta said softly, pulling out a short knife, probably a throwing dagger, and raised it towards Thomas's neck.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Murphy yelled, grabbing Syileta's arm.
"Cutting his shirt off." She snapped back. "Look lady, you were a great help to us outside, but I'm the one that has to help him now so back off."
Murphy stared at her for a moment, but Syileta didn't hold her gaze, probably for fear of a soul gaze. Murphy may be short, but she's one bad ass cop. And I don't think she appreciated being left in the dark.
Maybe it would be a good time to intervene.
"Syileta McCoy, meet Karrin Murphy." I started.
"Sergeant Murphy." Karrin corrected, glaring at me also. "of the Chicago PD."
I've only know Syileta for a few hours, but one thing I have learned about her is she is strange, and full of surprises. She just looked up and smiled gently.
"Nice to meet you Sergeant Murphy. I'm Sergeant McCoy of the NYPD. If you don't mind I'd like to get back to Mr. Raith who happens to be dying at the moment. I'm sure you understand." Replied Syileta in a mocking tone.
Murphy looked shocked for a moment before she relaxed slightly and nodded.
"Look Murphy, he's not going to make it much longer if I don't do something. I've already lost most of my family, I'm not going to lose the rest." Syileta turned away quickly and went back to removing Thomas's shirt, but I caught a glimpse of tears falling down her cheeks. Murphy glanced at me as if to ask if I trusted her. I just nodded and turned back to what she was doing to Thomas.
I should not have done that. When Syileta had gotten his shirt off we were finally able to see all his wounds. Murphy let out a gasp of surprise, and Syileta swore softly. My breath caught in my throat and I seriously thought that I was going to be sick. To say the least, Thomas looked like he should be dead. I've seen a lot of dead people before, and he'd have fit in great at the city morgue.
The first thing I noticed was the pale blood flowing out of his chest where he had been pierced. But it got worse. Under the pale blood you could see his skin, already black and blue, and not just in one spot. It was his whole chest. There were also obviously broken ribs too, a few even sticking out through the skin.
Syileta came back to her senses first. She pulled her pendant over her head and placed it around his neck.
"Oh God." She mumbled. "Harry, I'm going to need your help."
I nodded, afraid that if I spoke I'd lose that dinner I had at Mac's.
"Ok." Syi continued, getting her courage back. "I need you to hold his arms down. And you," she said, nodding in Murphy's direction, "hold his legs. Hell sit on them, he's strong and I don't want him to move."
"What?" Murphy shrieked, looking down at Thomas's legs. "One of them is broken! It would cause unbearable pain. We've got to get him to a hospital."
"Just listen to her." I said strongly, my previous nerves gone. Thomas was my brother, and Syileta was the only one that could help. If she said to do it, I'd just hope to God it would work.
"Doesn't matter." Syileta said, "I need him awake anyways."
"What?" Murphy and I yelled together.
"Harry, do you trust me at all?" Syileta asked, looking straight into my eyes. I did. So I nodded.
"What can I do?" I asked. This was definitely out of my area of expertise. I think I understand the concept, but I sure as hell could not do it. Anything I could do to help I would.
Syileta smiled and continued. "Ok, I need him awake and held down. If he's wakes up during the process and freaks he'll thrash around. That could be bad."
"How bad?" Murphy asked. It was good to see Murphy back to herself. Smart, strong willed, cool head, pretty. Aww hell, bad time to start thinking like Bob again.
"Hear about Hiroshima?" She asked, continuing her work. Murphy and I nodded. "something like that."
Great! Just what Chicago needed. But it made sense. Slowly I started putting things together. Damn, if she could pull this off she was definitely powerful.
"A major rush of power to one spot. If it's not formed correctly, the power will escape creating the equivalent of a small nuclear bomb." I said quietly.
"Oh great, is that all." Murphy asked sarcastically.
"That's why Ebenezer asked me to help you. That is what could happen when you die." I continued.
Syileta smiled. "Not if I do it right. Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"Call me blond, but I don't get it." Murphy said.
"She's a fire elemental, and has an incredible healing ability. She's going to use your wizard powers in reverse. Instead of dishing out injuries, she is going to take them onto herself. But that would cause him to have to re-live the injuries. That's why you need him to be conscious and us to hold him down. Did I miss something?" I asked, finishing my theory.
"Nope, that's about it." She answered quickly.
"But what's going to happen to you?" Murphy asked, seemingly sincerely.
"Oh, well, I think I'll live. Probably pass out." Syileta said as she gently slapped Thomas's face. "Common, wake up." She whispered. "That leads to the other thing. Once he wakes he's going to be as hungry as hell."
I could feel it, my jaw dropped. Again. Hell's bells that never used to happen to me. Murphy understood it too, by the look on her face. Thomas would need to feed, and not on food. A White Court vampire would feed in intimacy. Sex.
"I thought you said you could heal him?" Murphy demanded, loudly, making Mouse look up from his bloody treat.
"I can, but not his huger. That's why you've got to get both of us," indicating to Murphy and herself, "into that other room till I wake up. After that I should be able to make a potion to hold him over till we can get the hell outta this mess."
"What'll happen to him?" I asked, looking down at Thomas's blood covered face again.
"He'll just be hungry as hell. And cranky." She replied.
Hell's bells, this was going to get interesting. And damn, I wish he had told me we could just make some stupid potion. Would have saved him a hell of a lot of heartbreak.
"Ok, do it." I said. Murphy nodded, and Syi smiled again.
"Good. Hold him down." She said.
Murphy and I complied. I held his arms above his head, but when Murphy straddled his legs Thomas screamed out in pain. All three of us winced slightly.
"Thomas," Syileta called gently, resting a hand on his face.
His eyes fluttered, and she called his name again. On the third try he finally opened his eyes slightly.
"Syiley." He mumbled, pain washing over his handsome features.
"Hey old man." She said though tears. "You know the drill."
Thomas groaned again but nodded.
"Syi," he said groggily, just as she raised her hands over his chest.
"Ya" She replied.
"If I don't make it, I love you." He whispered, forcibly trying to stay conscious.
Murphy, still holding his legs down, let out a gasp, but Syileta broke out into tears.
"Shut the fuck up and let me help you." She answered as she closed her eyes.
I've seen and done a lot of magic in my life, but nothing like this. Visible magic formed around her hands, red like the fire she uses. She muttered something under her breath, French I think. Nothing happened at first. Murphy spoke her name gently but she didn't hear, or chose not to listen.
I was about to let up on Thomas's arms when he started thrashing around, screaming out in pain. Thomas is incredibly strong, probably because of his vampire blood, and we were having trouble holding him still. But slowly the wounds on his chest disappear. The blood cleared away and the stab wound closed itself back up.
Syileta was breathing hard, and blood was beginning to seep through her shirt. Thomas screamed again as his broken bones fused themselves back together. Syileta was sweating as Thomas's final wounds healed. Her eyes fluttered for a moment as she passed out.
As she began to fall, Thomas finally overpowered me, and caught her now broken and unconscious body gently in his arms. He held her more gently than I though was possible for him; pure love in his eyes, stroking her cheek gently with his thumb.
Murphy and I exchanged a quick glance. I thought Syileta said he would be hungry. But he looked more content than I'd ever seen him.
"Thomas." I probed gently.
He looked up at me, and I was shocked. In his eyes you could see him battling with his hunger. Hell, I don't think I've ever seen him fight this hard.
"Get them out of here." His voice was raw and harsh. He was fighting a losing battle.
But Murphy and I froze.
"Now," he said, almost pleadingly. "I can't hold out much longer."
Murphy jumped up and we pried Syileta's broken body out of his arms.
"Get her to my room." I said holding a now struggling Thomas back. "Lock the door. Do not let him in."
Murphy nodded, the police side of her taking over, and started dragging Syileta to my room.
"Mouse, go keep them safe." My dog looked up at me for a moment, as if to say that he was enjoying his bone, but got up and trotted quickly into the room behind them.
When the lock clicked, I let a now fully healed Thomas up. Syi was right, he was hungry. I could see it in his eyes.
And it scared me.
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