Kagome was panicking, dread sinking into her heart as she watched her three year old son and 12 month old daughter both retching and vomiting violently onto the carpet. Obviously something was wrong, but she didn't know what until blue eyes snagged on the remains of a crudely opened chocolate bar wrapper. They'd eaten chocolate. It had never occurred to her that dog demons could be allergic to the same things as a regular pet dog, but it sure as hell was occurring to her now.
Scooping the two up, she all but tore her purse from its place on the coat rack—ignoring as the force of its removal sent the standing fixture clattering to the floor—and raced for the door. Down the steps and into the driveway, she hurriedly strapped the two babes into their respective seats before climbing into the car herself.
The hospital was twenty minutes away and if Kagome had been paying any mind to the clock she would have noticed that she'd arrived in a mere 9 minutes. But she didn't notice. She slammed the shifter into park and tore from the car to gather Kei and Kasumi into her arms as they whimpered and sobbed. Not once did the young woman hesitate as she made her way to the counter, fear evident in her voice as she held both hanyous possessively.
"I need help, they both ate chocolate and started throwing up!" Very quickly both children were taken from her and whisked away to intensive care, through doors she wasn't allowed to pass; and all she could do was sit in the waiting room and—well—wait.
Hours passed. Hours of waiting and worrying. Of calling Sesshomaru and all but sobbing into the phone as he tried to make heads or tails of what she'd said. He must've called her mother because after the first call the older woman showed up with fresh clothing for her and a comforting shoulder. No amount of comfort, however, could take away the fear that they wouldn't be okay.
Why hadn't she been watching them closer? Why hadn't she thought that they might've been allergic to chocolate? There had to be something she could have done to prevent this, her mother's mantra of "there was nothing you could have done" just couldn't be right. She couldn't accept that.
It was past dinner time by the time someone returned to her and informed her that the children had had their stomachs pumped but would be alright. He told her that their bodies had ejected most of the chocolate by the time she'd gotten them to the hospital. So while they were going to be uncomfortable—and rather sore—for the next few days, she could take them home.
Those words stuck with her and as soon as the nurses that had taken Kei and Kasumi returned with them looking tired but more or less alright, Kagome broke down crying in relief.