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Shit.

Pregnant.

No, she couldn’t be pregnant.

She was on the shot.

She’d mentioned that...hadn’t she? Or had I made that up? Only thought she’d said that.

There was no way she could be pregnant.

But that didn’t alleviate my fears.

I knew nothing about her medical records before I met her.

Literally, I knew nothing.

Not whether she broke her arm, nor if she ever had the chicken pox.

“Alright,” I said. “I need to make a call, though, first.”

He nodded. “The registration clerk is the first door on your right once you reach the end of the hallway.”

I nodded and leaned down, giving Brooklyn a soft kiss on the lips before I exited the room, stopping right outside the door to call Blythe.

“Hello?” Blythe asked urgently.

“Hey. They got the anti-venom started. But they’re asking medical history, and I don’t know anything about it.”

“She had surgery when she was eighteen for a broken arm. She has pins in her left tibia,” Blythe said instantly. “She’s not on any medications, and she’s allergic to Vicodin.”

“Alright, thank you,” I said and hung up.

I caught the first nurse I could find and told her that Brooklyn was allergic to Vicodin before I went down to registration and filled out paperwork.

I was in the middle of the fourth form when the whole hospital exploded in a flurry of activity as a ‘Charlie Brown’ was called over the loud speaker above my head.

“What’s that mean?” I asked the registration clerk.

“That there’s a combative patient,” she answered instantly. “Nothing to worry about.”

My brows rose.

Something told me not to let this go, some hidden instinct.

Something’s going on, I relayed to Perdita.

There’s nothing going out here, Nikolai. How’s Brooklyn? she asked, her smooth voice calming some of my fears.

I finished up the last form in my hasty scrawl and walked out the door, immediately spotting where the commotion was coming from.

I was just in time to see Brooklyn’s prone body disappear around a corner with an orderly in green scrubs pushing her away.

I hurried towards her, wanting to know where they were taking her, and was held up by the combative patient.

I managed to push past, but only in time to see the orderly cross into a bank of elevators at the end of the hallway and the doors close behind him. No Brooklyn in sight.

What the fuck?Chapter 10Calm down, Mr. Mechanic! I’m just here for an oil change. If I wanted to know about all the other things wrong with my car, I’d turn the radio down.

-Things not to say to an auto mechanic

Nikolai

I started opening doors, and began to get worried once I’d opened the fourth door, not finding her.

Brooklyn’s missing, I thought to my brother and Perdita.

Haven’t seen her out here. What happened? Keifer asked.

Some orderly took her out of her room. I followed but, by the time I got to the hallway, the orderly didn’t have her and was getting on the elevator alone. I can’t find where he dropped her off.

My heart was pounding as I opened the last door, only seeing a laundry shoot and a linen cart.

The floor’s empty, I said. There’s no sign of her.

I hurried back to the room, hoping I’d somehow been wrong, but when I got there, she wasn’t there either.

I walked back into the hall.

“Where’d you take her?” I asked the first nurse I saw, pointing into Brooklyn’s now empty room.

She frowned. “Nobody took her anywhere.”

And with those words, I knew we were in deep trouble.***I ran my hands through my hair.

After a thorough look through the hospital, I was officially about to throw up.

“I can’t find her,” I said desperately.

“We’ll find her,” Keifer promised.

It’d been over two hours since I’d lost her, and my mind was practically screaming at me to find her now, or it’d be too late.

“Did you find any more on the fucker that sent the snake?” I asked.

Blythe shook her head. “No. Angus was looking by his own means using the forest animals, and he couldn’t find anything.”

“Fuck!” I yelled, pulling my hair.

A soft hand on my bicep stilled my thoughts, and I looked down into Blythe’s eyes.

“Try using your bond,” she said.

I closed my eyes.

“I did. They gave her some sleeping meds right when I left the room. It made her go under quick, and I haven’t been able to hear her in my head for well over two and a half hours now,” I explained tensely.

“Shit,” she whispered.

I closed my eyes and tried again, just in case.

And found myself in a basement.

I blinked, looking around, and realized that I was tied to what looked to be a laundry bin.

I looked around, my stomach roiling when I realized I was in a bucket of dirty linens.

“Oh, gross,” I whispered.

Except it wasn’t my voice.

It was Brooklyn’s.

“Nikolai?” she asked.

I’m here, I said.

She blinked. “You’re not here.”

You’re missing. I’m trying to find you. Look around and let me see what you see, I ordered her.


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