Sage's POV
You wanna know what's really scary? Worse than the white coats, the School, Itex, the Institute, the Bogeyman, Dracula, Godzilla, giant spiders, and fat women in bikinis? When something unidentifiable happens to someone you love. It'd been three hours since Arseny fist started getting sick. Since then, he'd thrown up twice, soaked the sheets through with sweat, and his cough had gotten worse. No doubt this was the work of white coats.
We decided to call Dr. M. just in case there was something that she could do to help.
"Hello this is the Arizona State Animal Hospital. How may we help you?" asked the receptionist.
"I need to speak to Dr. Valencia Martinez. It's urgent!" I said, kind of frustrated that the receptionist lady sounded bored.
"Just a second," droned the receptionist, and then I heard, "Hello? This is Dr. Martinez. How can I help you and your pet?"
"Dr. Martinez, it's me, Sage. Arseny has a really bad temperature and he's sweating like mad. Plus he threw up a couple times and he's got a cough. What should we do? We already tried keeping him cool. What do we do now?"
I waited silently for an answer. Growing impatient, I started pacing the floor. What was taking her so long? Finally she was back.
"Well I'm sorry but I can't come home now. Just, keep doing what you're doing. I'll asses the situation when I get home. Now I gotta run. I've got another appointment in a few minutes. Bye."
Well that helped. If you didn't notice, that was supposed to be sarcastic. Moments after hanging up, I heard Arseny crying from upstairs. I felt really bad this was happening to him. Poor kid. I rushed upstairs to see Iggy holding him and rocking him back and forth, trying to calm him down. Sadly it wasn't working, though it was a good try.
"Let me try," I said to Iggy.
Without question, he handed Arseny over to me, but he kept crying. I felt his forehead, and it was a fraction of a degree cooler, but that didn't mean anything yet. I put him on our bed and eventually he'd fall asleep. That'd put him out of his misery for a while.
"Let's go downstairs and watch TV or something," I said to Iggy, instantly regretting it. Obviously he couldn't see.
"Well in my case hear TV. But sure, I guess we could."
He took my hand and we went downstairs.
Iggy's POV
"So they did take him? Well now we've got our suspicions on how Arseny got sick. But I'm pretty sure there's, like, nothing that we could look for. We just need to watch what happens to him. Maybe they were testing his immune system. Who knows? But now that we know he can get sick, we should probably take some precautions. No one is allowed in our room while he's sick if they haven't washed their hands. And no handling his face, or talking too close to his face. Are those good?"
Sage squeezed my hand tighter, which meant yes. Every now and then, a stray tear would roll down her cheek. I knew how she felt. Earlier she'd told me about Caleb and him betraying her the way he did. Kind of like how Jeb betrayed us, only Caleb wasn't claiming that everything was a test and that we needed to save the world and blah blah blah. He'd caused her so much pain that she'd kept locked up in her until the recent months, when she'd seen him again. I hated that guy, and wanted him dead. He always knew how to find her weak spot and get her there every time.
I felt her head on my shoulder and she whispered, "I just want everything to be perfect." I kissed her softly on the cheek and said, "I know. I know"
The phone rang after a couple minutes of silence. Neither of us got up to get it; probably a stupid advertising company saying we needed to pay off a credit card or something when in fact none of us even had one. Not even Dr. Martinez. She had a debit card. I guess they were safer and more reliable. But anyway…back to our own problems.
I turned on the TV and asked Sage what she wanted to watch.
"Doesn't matter to me. As long as it's not gross."
So we settled on what sounded like an old cowboy movie, judging by all the fake sounding guns and the sounds of spurs and horses and how many times they said "howdy". After a while it got corny so I changed the station to what sounded like a nature program. Boring. Our morning consisted mostly of the channel flip game. You know, when there's absolutely nothing on that you wanna watch but you keep flipping anyway? Then we heard Arseny crying through the baby monitor. I started to get up, but Sage just told me to chill here.
When she came back she asked, "Iggy, when did his teeth start coming in?"
Teeth? Well, it was only a matter of time until he'd start teething. Then again, Arseny never showed any signs of teething beforehand.
"And, they're sharp. Almost, well, deadly! Like if he bit someone, there's no way we could avoid bleeding."
Well then. That wasn't normal for an eight month old.
Hi! Sorry if it seems that I dont update much anymore. Softball season started, plus its the end of eighth grade and the teachers are pushing us really hard ( i know a ll you high schoolers are like "yea whatever"). Oh, and I'm trying to finish season one of Ouran High School Host Club. I'm on episode 25, so pretty soon I'll be able to be on more frequently. Ha it's only been four days since i started it! Lol!!! This may be the last entry in the Iggy/Sage series. The next fanfic I write will be most likely Figgy. I'll explain my reasoning behind that later. After that, I plan to start an Ouran fanfic (sorry Max Ride fans). Well, see you later, and Please review!