I knew there was always two sides to every story, but in this case, I had complete faith that Jemmy was in the wrong. Gavin was attentive to Sierra and Jemmy. He made sure to make them both feel special. It wasn’t even. Having relationships like ours probably never would be, but he was trying, I was trying.
When we finished the second song, I noticed several people were surrounding our table, and it wasn’t nearly as loud as it had been earlier. Next thing I knew, someone found Taylor a keyboard and we were having requests thrown our way.
We were in our element and worked so well together.
It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning I finally had to listen to my body. My head was beginning to spin, my hands were going numb, and my legs were cramping up. I wanted to believe it was because we had been up for so many hours and I was just tired, but I knew it wasn’t that.
“Okay guys I got to call it a night,” I stated with a feigned smile.
“Aww are you sure?” Ben gro
aned. “We don’t even have to start our day until noon.”
“Which will come sooner than you think,” I attempted to stand up. “Now that you’ll be with us for a little while, we can try to play from time to time.”
“Sounds good to me,” Ben mock pouted. “Gavin, you down with that plan, too?
Gavin smiled and nodded as he looked over at me with slight concern. “Yeah, man. That’s sounds good to me.” He made eye contact with someone behind me, and within seconds I was being scooped up.
“Let’s go, baby girl, let’s get you to bed,” Remy stated gruffly.
“Night guys,” I tried to sound flippant as I waved at them. I also tried to convey my thanks to Gavin. He really was intuitive. Why would Jemmy give up on him so quickly?
“Night,” I heard my guys echo me as they followed Remy and me.
“Are you leaving?” I heard Jemmy pout at Lincoln.
“Yeah,” Lincoln stated. “It’s late. See all of you later.”
In between our songs I had noticed more and more girls had found seats near him. I also noticed he seemed pretty impervious to them. When I looked up from time to time, I saw his attention on me or occasionally talking to Noah and Jaxson.
I was really surprised Jaxson was so friendly towards him. He had been adamant about not being able to accept another guy into my life. He almost seemed like he had already accepted Lincoln. I wish I could as easily.
“Are you going down?” Remy asked as we entered the quiet of the hallway.
“Yes,” I admitted to him. “I was feeling fine. There wasn’t even a warning this time. I wanted to get a drink, and it felt like everything drained at once.” I laid my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes.
“What’s going on?” I could hear Lincoln ask.
“She’s getting ready to crash,” Noah explained. There was a moment of silence before he continued. “When we started losing our gifts, she went down for a few days. Since then, she’ll go down for a day or two here and there.”
“Did she overdo it today? It is almost two in the morning, and we’ve been up since six or so,” Lincoln said in clipped tones.
“There’s been no rhyme or reason to any of it,” Jace stated. “When she first got…sick, she didn’t do anything but go to school. Then she went down again. She then continued life as normal, and she went down again. There is no apparent trigger.”
“Has she seen a doctor?” Lincoln asked. “I mean, not just the doc here.”
“What did your doctors say?” Remy asked dryly. “It’s her gifts. No doctor can diagnose her or fix her.”
Chapter 19
I woke up and looked around groggily. I blinked, feeling like an owl. I was lying on the bottom bunk in the bunkroom. There was also an IV drip in my hand. I sighed. Not good. I noticed my phone was by my side. I picked it up and groaned.
“You missed a whole day and a half,” I heard Lincoln’s voice nearby. “How are you feeling?”
I looked up startled. I didn’t even see him across from me initially. He was sitting on his bed with a box in front of him. From my position, it looked like a lot of loose-leaf paper, pictures, and cards. He hastily put them back in the box, but I was too…desensitized to care right now.
If he wanted to tell me what he was so secretive about, he would. He didn’t owe me anything just because he was my connection.