Chapter 3
Lauren
"I'll need to see her, it could just be insomnia, stress, repression... who knows. But I'm not jumping to conclusions without examining her first," I told Trick as we stood in his den. He'd called the Ash and said Dyson and Hale needed my help on a case, however, it was Bo who needed help.
He sighed and walked over to his desk. "I know it seems as though I am overreacting, and I probably am, but we cannot take any risks with a possible war coming. I need to know that this isn't Fae related."
I looked over his shoulder at the book that lay open on his desk. "When can I see her?"
"I sent her home to rest this morning," he glanced at the clock, "she should be awake by now. I'll get Hale to drive you over."
I froze. I hadn't been to Bo's house since the night I was ordered to go by the Ash.
"Uh, well, maybe we can call her to come here, that way you can be present for it. Maybe you'd know something to look for that I wouldn't and-"
"I don't want her driving. The tea I gave her may leave her drowsy. Besides, I know you can handle a simple examination, Lauren."
My mouth was still open from my interrupted rambling. Trick gave me a questioning look and I tried to compose myself. "Right. I'll go with Hale."
Dyson answered the door when Hale knocked. Of course he did, he lives here now, I guess. I shook the resentment from my features as he welcomed Hale inside then gave me a once over, being his territorial wolf self. I stared back and slipped into professional mode. "Trick sent me to examine Bo. Said she was having trouble sleeping."
He smirked and I cringed inwardly, knowing what he was thinking. "Yes, well, she's in bed right now, but I'll get her for you."
I nodded sharply and walked in, setting my kit on the counter as Dyson left the room.
This was a bad, bad idea. Its probably nothing, and now I was trapped in this excruciatingly uncomfortable situation wishing, for once, that I wasn't the only doctor around.
Dyson came back downstairs, "She says to go up there. She's feeling dizzy from the tea." He walked past me to the fridge and got Hale and himself a beer. Yup, right at home.
I steeled myself and walked slowly up the stairs. I hadn't been alone with Bo since the night everything went wrong. My muscles were painfully tense as I entered her room.
She was laying on her bed in shorts and a tank top. She gave me a tentative smile which I'm sure matched my own. "So Trick must really be worried, huh? He set up a house call and everything," said with a shake of her head.
"I'm sure its nothing, Bo." I walked over and stood awkwardly by the bed, my heart pounding as flashbacks of what had happened here played in my mind.
She sat up and moved to the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to her, "Sit down."
I sat slowly, leaving a foot and a half of space between us, then focused on my kit. "So, Trick said you can't sleep because of bad dreams," I asked professionally while I checked her heart rate and blood pressure, not failing to notice how they rose whenever our skin came into contact. I couldn't get my hopes up though. Bo was a Succubus, and when I was around her she'd told me my aura was brighter. I knew that and it made me feel extremely vulnerable. There was no way for me to tell how she really felt.
"I don't know," she began, then hesitated as if not knowing how to explain. As I looked back at her, she seemed to have gone off somewhere in her head, yet her eyes stayed on mine.
"Bo?" I reached up to touch her cheek without thinking. As soon as my fingertips made contact with her skin, her eyes flashed blue and she jumped back, breathing heavily.