XilMy mate was writhing in agony. Her face was deathly pale, the only colour her red-rimmed eyes. Tears ran down her cheeks as she screamed in pain.
"I'm not feeling too well," Havel suddenly groaned and then he went down, too. Klat, he was our medic, the male supposed to help Trish. Now he was on the floor, clutching his belly, clearly unable to help anyone, least of all himself.
"I'll get help," the waiter shouted and ran off.
I kneeled by Trish's side while Matar checked on Havel.
"It's going to be alright, love," I whispered and lay my hand on her hot forehead. She was burning up. "Help is coming. You'll be back to normal in no time. Just hold on, little human, hold on."
I didn't know what to say or do. I was helpless. It was the worst feeling in the universe. Trish was in pain, a
