"I appreciate it," Kate said. She hadn't thought she was hungry until she saw the beautiful steak au poive. "Remind me to tell him this is what I want for my birthday," she said. "I know this sounds self centered of me, but I honestly want to eat, check on Khaat, and then borrow her quarters in her office and get a shower and some comfortable clothes. Makes me sound like a crappy mother, doesn't it? And if I'm going to be here all night, I have to go downstairs and get all new magazines for up here. These magazines are from 2018. I don't have any interest in 8 year old magazines. You know, on second thought, we ought to just take over her quarters and station ourselves there. Its definitely more comfortable there than here. What do you think?"
Downstairs, Brian sat alone, picking at the wonderful dinner. It was the mere taste alone that kept him at all interested. He hadn't eaten all day, and the taste was the best steak au poive he'd ever had--better than all the times he'd had it in Paris. He wished Khaat could taste it. He knew how she loved it.
He heard an autumn night rain begin, the rain hitting against the windows. This was just the wrong place to be tonight. They should have been home, the two of them, sitting in front of the fireplace in their bedroom, their kids all safely asleep in their beds next door. But his baby girl was...well, he didn't know where the heck Lee had her stashed. And Khaat--he wondered if she would want to come back to him at all. Why should she? The physical pain of recovering from wounds like this would be insane. And if she just made that one more short step across the veil, there would be no more pain, no more curses, no more werewolves--and there would be Remus. It seemed like a no brainer to Brian. Why would she return to him now?
He thought he heard a whisper. But it was so short and faint, he wasn't sure. He turned around, and saw no one in the room. No one but him. Well, him and Khaat. He didn't think he had lost his mind--not quite yet.
"Git!" the whisper came again. He heard it clearly this time. He still saw no one. Then he saw the fingers on Khaat's good hand move a bit. He went over to her.
"Hey," he called softly, frowning slightly. There was just no way it was her. Not yet. "Are you with me?"
"You're a git," she whispered, her voice so weak it wasn't even a good whisper.
"Why?" he asked, not sure he wanted to hear her answer.
"Steak? Share, Git!" she said, needing to force herself to be heard. He thought a moment, and then he laughed.
"Are you hungry?" The gratitude he felt in his heart was one of the most powerful things he remembered ever feeling in his life. He had to take a second to breathe, to get ahold of himself. Had she honestly chosen him after all? When giving up would have been so easy?
"Starving," she said. That was far better than he hoped. Even though it wasn't the best medical judgment, for her, he would do anything. And if a taste of his steak was what she wanted, he would give it to her. He took a very tiny bite of his steak with the cream sauce and gave it to her. It seemed to melt in her mouth. "Thanks," she said.
"How are you awake?" he asked.
"Your sleep spell sucks," she said. "So does your pain spell."
"That's because I haven't used a pain spell yet," he said, reaching up to draw off her pain. She was visibly relieved, so relieved she groaned softly. "Better?" She tried to nod, but he caught her cheek in his hand. "No. You have to lay still, Babe. This time, you really do."
"How bad?"
"We've got it. You don't need to worry about..."
"Tell me," she said.
"You're in ICU," he told her softly. "You're going to be here awhile...."
"Marcus!" she was upset. "He was..."
"Shh. He's alright. He's fine...."
"Its not safe," she tried to tell him urgently. "You can't all stay here... James...he'll come...all the...lives..at risk..." He felt her weakening suddenly and sharply due to her fear, and he didn't need to be a seer to feel her deep fear. He laid his hand on her again and added life support to steady her irregular vital signs. He knew she was terrified that James would be back. She had every right to be afraid of being vulnerable to him, not just because of what he had done to her, but also what they knew he was capable of doing to anyone else if he had a mind to do it. But he could not afford to let her be afraid. In this shape, if she were this stressed, she could still die.
"Stop," he told her. "You have to stop. We've got this...."
"No...."
"Listen to me," he said steadily. "You stop, or I really will have to sedate you. You can't do this."