YAY Enter Bobby! Everybody loves Bobby :D
The next day Neal was still by her side and he looked exhausted. It was obvious that he hadn't fallen asleep that night and had instead stayed awake beside her, watching her all night.
"Here," Melinda said, handing him a plate with breakfast on it.
"Thanks," he said softly taking the plate.
There was a sudden knock at the door. Jessica opted to get the door for him.
"Hey, Peter. Hey, El," she said. Neal looked up and nodded as they walked intohis apartment.
"How is she, Neal?" Elizabeth asked trying to hide her surprise at seeing the girl floating in the air.
"She's hanging in there," he said sadly, taking her hand. Elizabeth and Peter's eyes were sad as they watched the two.
"They have a… healer coming in to see her later today. He had to come all the way from South Dakota," Neal said absently.
"Will he be able to help?" Elizabeth asked glancing at the others.
"We really don't know," Dean said, "She is, as far as we know, the only of her kind."
"But surely there have been others like her," Peter said.
"Yeah but they were either killed or hidden in secrecy so much there are no records of them. No histories, no health guides, nothing," Sam said.
"So it's pretty much instinct and guess work," Peter said in understanding.
"In these cases that's the best we can do," Dean said.
"Well that and pray," Melinda said. "As a priestess to the Lord it will be beneficial to send Him our prayers for her health."
Her hand lighted on Neal's shoulder in a comforting gesture. He didn't even glance up at her.
"She's gonna be okay, Neal," Elizabeth said trying to comfort him.
"I wish I could be as sure as you," he said.
"Bobby will be here soon and he will help her," Jessica said softly. Neal nodded solemnly.
Lindsey's face suddenly twisted sickeningly and she let out a yell in pain and her fists clenched in agony. Neal jumped up and grabbed her hand calling her name and trying to calm her.
"What's going on?" he demanded looking at the rest of her clan.
They just shrugged, "We've never seen her this injured before," said Jessica.
"We just have to let her ride it out," Sam said pulling the distraught con-man away. "At this point that's all we can do."
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After a while she was back to normal. Or as normal as she was as wounded as she was. Hours had passed since the incident and Peter and Elizabeth had left with promise of news at a later time and now they were just waiting for Bobby to show up. He would be there any moment and everyone was waiting as patiently as they could.
There was a knock at the door and Jessica jumped up to answer it. Neal turned toward the door as it opened and in stepped Bobby. As out of place as the rest of his clan in the fancy apartment but he was a friend and if he could help her, Neal didn't care in the least.
"Any change," he asked gruffly.
"She had an incident this morning. Other than that, no," Sam said.
"Well I ain't gonna lie it's gonna be a bitch to do this. Most of the healings we use are magic and it won't work on her because of her physiology."
"Then surgical?" Neal asked.
"If we're lucky," he retorted.
"If?"
"Her physiology is different than humans. I don't mean to be the barer of bad news but every mikokai is different. There are billions of different demons and priestesses. There have only been a handful of mikokai and each sired by different demons and birthed by different types of priestesses. There are hardly any recordings of them and when there are they are only mentioned in lore. No one knows for certain how to help them. Even if one tome was written it wouldn't necessarily hold true to the next mikokai and they all know that hence the lack of literature," Bobby explained.
"Yeah, I mean she is my cousin and we have two different demon types. Her father, my uncle, was a warrior demon. In demon form he was as big as a house but he retained a relatively human appearance. The only difference was he had horns, wings, a tail, claws, fangs, and blood red eyes. Meanwhile Mom and I are like snakes with human torsos and wings."
She glanced at Neal then back at Bobby, "So what are we going to do?"
"I haven't got a damned clue at the moment," the scholarly hunter replied.
"First things first we need to determine what it might be that's causing her ailments."
"Easier said than done," Dean said.
"The mace," Melinda muttered.
"What?"
"The mace that hit her in the head. It sent her down like one of her spelled weapons!" Melinda shouted.
"But that's impossible. All veins and arteries would heal in moments, and as a mikokai she is immune to any magic including her own. You wouldn't by chance have that mace would ya?" Bobby asked.
"We were a little preoccupied with getting her out of there as the hoard descended on us," Sam said.
"Well I am afraid we are going to need it to know what is really wrong with her."
"Dang!" Melinda muttered wondering over to her bag and riffling through her various portable instruments.
"We barely got away the first time," Jessica said as Melinda pulled out a lyre. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"I don't have to use my voice to play a lyre. With this I will probably be able to stun them."
"Good point. Let's go." The rest of the clan gathered their gear and headed out the door.
"Don't worry. They are going to find what hurt you," Neal said brushing Lindsey's hair softly.
Waahhhh! I am so cruel to my readers… and me for that matter.
Deans True Girl: That is always my goal with this story to see how many tears I can cause people to shed. Glad you enjoyed it.
Melinda: lol I better fix me God that is funny. I am working on it sis. But get ready cause it is about to get wretchedly sad.