Khaat woke again, feeling more alive this time. The pain was much less everywhere--except her head. She called for her father, her own voice sounding more like a 5 year old than her own adult voice. "Daddy?" she called. An instant later, she felt one person sit beside her on either side of the bed. "I'm here, Sweetheart," her father's voice came to her softly. "Hi, Khaat," her mother said softly, taking her hand, "Can you see yet?"
Khaat didn't know. She tried to focus. She could see light, but she wasn't sure she could see shapes. "Take your time," her father coached. After what seemed to be forever, she started to see shapes. Sunlight. Morning perhaps? Then her father's face. And her mother's She held onto her mother's hand, and reached for her father's hand.
"Welcome back," her father smiled. "Forgive me for feeding you that truly foul potion, my baby. Forgive me. I had no choice. It saved your life and Abbey's. How are you feeling?"
"My head," she moaned.
"Oh, let me fix it," Robert said. He laid his hands on either side of her head and drew off the pain again. "Better?" he asked. She nodded.
"Daddy, how much time did I lose?" she managed.
"Not quite a day. Its just sunrise," He reassured her. "We didn't tell Rob because..well..we just didn't." She nodded, understanding. To have him here just waiting helplessly to see if she and Abbey would live or not would have been cruel. "Why, Daddy"" she asked softly,"She was my friend." "Baby, it wasn't her. It was the creature. She is posessed by a terrible creature. Jessica is still your friend. Think. Try to remember. She wasn't herself at the coffee shop." Khaat thought hard. No, she hadn't been. "We have to get her free..." Khaat began.
"No," Robert said very firmly, "You are going nowhere near that cell. We might skate by with Rob not finding out that you almost died in the last few hours, but if you get mutilated by a monster, well, we won't be so lucky with that one. Especially in the shape you're in--both with recovering from almost dying as well as being pregnant. No. I forbid you from going there. And right at the moment, until I clear you, I outrank you. "
"Robert," Katherine shook her head, disapproving of his being so strong with Khaat so soon. "Your father wants you here for a few more hours before we decide about releasing you or not," Katherine said softly.
"However, on the up side," Robert said, "A promise is a promise. Here. You deserve this just for the battle you fought." He lifted her head and fed her some tiny sips of fresh hot french roast. Khaat sighed deeply with relief. It made her feel alive again. "Thank you," she said softly, grateful not only for his generosity with the coffee, but also because he saved her again. "Now, will you do me a favor, my dear?" he asked her. "What is it?" she asked.
"You really do have to feed Abbey," Katherine said very gently. "I have some of that slow cooked Scottish oats you like so much, with sugar and cinnamon. Would you try some for us, please?" Khaat nodded, not wanting to fight about anything. Robert rose, "I should not have to say the obvious, but do stay in the bed, please. At least until I come back. You'll just fall and hurt yourself." Khaat nodded. He kissed her forehead and left the room.
Her mother fed her the cereal from a large mug. To Khaat's surprise, she found the cereal soothing and took away an ache she didnt know was there. "Did Daddy put vitamins in this?" Khaat asked. "Of course he did," Katherine laughed. "You know your father. He'd have put them in your coffee too if I had let him. There was also more antidote in the cereal--he reformulated it so that it was not so foul. He might be pursuaded to let you go home this afternoon, he said, depending on how you do by then. But, Khaat, you really do have to agree to take some time off now, and then perhaps work only part time for awhile. It might actually mean the difference between whether Abbey lives or dies. You just came too close. If Rob found out, he'd make you resign completely or take an extended leave until probably sometime in late fall at the soonest. And I'm not so sure he's wrong."
"I'd do whatever he wanted," Khaat confessed softly, "No matter what he wanted." She began to cry, overwhelmed by almost dying such a terrible death. Her mother sat and comforted her untl Khaat fell back asleep..