Blood Moon Rising

Chapter Four

Fayae woke to a blur and a dull ringing.

Soft grass cushioned her and a dimly lit blue sky blinked in and out of focus.

"Trin?" the words didn't make a decernable sound as they left her dry throat and wracking coughs sent her into agony.

"Hold still." she knew that voice. The face adamantly refused to come into focus and she felt gentle hands gliding over her.

"There's broken bones but the head injury is the worst." It didn't seem like he was addressing her as a darker blurred figure appeared leaning over her from the opposite side. "Well there wouldn't be so much to repair if you'd been watching her properly would there?"

A dull grunt registered and a soft compress glided over her eyes. "Rest Fayae, we'll take care of this."

There was pain and then blissful oblivion.

The sound that woke her was soft and heart wrenching. Pulling her from sweet nothing back to searing pain.

Fayae blinked her eyes slowly, glad that her vision was no longer a blur of shapes and colour.

" There was nothing you could do?"

Her sister. Lilith. Why was she crying?

She tried speaking but found herself choking.

"Fayae!"

She was in the hospital, a tube down her throat. Her sisters with tear streaked faces at the door of her room as a doctor rushed towards her. "Hold on now, this is going to burn, I need you to take a deep breath then exhale as I pull OK?"

Mercifully the tube disappeared and a straw bearing ice water sent to relieve the worst of the dryness.

"Lil," her voice came out close to the croak of a frog. "where's Trin?"

Her sisters eyes filled once more and trailed down her cheeks as she pursed her lips trying to keep the worst at bay.

Fayae's world froze. Her breathing stalled and her head spun. No.

No it couldn't be. Not Trinity.

She shook her head trying to fight what her heart could not accept. Trinity could not be dead.

She looked desperately at Nyx, her eyes pleading with her to deny the pain on Lilith face. Nyx, ever the warrior, wiped a hand over her cheek casting away the tears. "It's not good, Fay. She made it but just. They had her in an induced coma to bring down the swelling in her brain. It's touch and go from here."

She was alive, that was all that mattered. Trinity was a fighter. Tooth and nail, there was no way she would give up." OK, OK she'll make it I know she will." she held shaky arms out for her sisters and they both rushed to her side, holding her gently.

"What happened, do you know?"

The doctor stepped in clearly hesitant to intrude. "You sustained a fairly serious concussion but other than that appear to be all good physically. We had quite a scare just after you came in but we got you back and you're doing well."

A deep frown furrowed her brow and hurt like hell. "No broken bones?"

"Absolutely none, you're a very lucky woman."

Had she imagined it then? It seemed so real. "How did I get here?"

The doctors smile didn't reach her eyes this time and without knowing why, she knew she would lie before she spoke. "Our ambulance brought you and your friend you're quite lucky they found you dear."

She moved to check the drip in Fayae's arm and the incessantly beeping machine.

"I'll give you three some time alone, just buzz if you need me."

Nyx softly stroked her hair and held her hand being too gentle as if she'd break at any moment. "We were so scared Fay."

Fayae rested her head softly against her sisters and squeezed their hands. "Did the hospital contact you?"

Nyxs eyes immediately shot to Liliths.

"No, you did?"

Lilith nodded "We both got a text telling us there'd been an accident close to home."

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The mysteries were piling up.

There were only so many things Fayae could attribute to being crazy at any one time.

Of course she hadn't texted her sisters.

She'd hardly been conscious to see let alone text.

The stranger showing up and then the accident. Her memory was just fine.

There'd been nothing in the road to cause them to fish tale as they had. It was like an invisible wall had been in the middle of the road, then the side of the road as the car seemingly smashed into her side. Crazily it felt like an attack. An invisible bloody baseball bat the size of Salem smashing at the car. Utterly crazy.

At this point she hated that bloody word.

Her thoughts spun wildly, the silence only punctured by the beeping of her heart machine.

Her sisters had finally been chased out by a shooing matron telling them she needed sleep, not smothering and she'd been left alone to puzzle out just what had happened.

Finally when there were no answers to the billions of questions dancing through her mind, the thoughts she did not want to think, trickled in.

What if Trinity didn't pull through?

What if her injuries were too bad to recover from?

They repeated on in a loop until the questions started to blur and Trinity was yelling at her.

Angry that Fayae hadn't saved her.

Angry that Fayae had caused the accident.

She couldn't protest, frozen as the car crashed again. She watched Trinity's head strike the windscreen. Watched the glass shatter and blood spurt. The car flipped and turned and Trinity was flung against the drivers window, her jaw cracking the only audible sound.

The it was still. The crumpled machine stood sideways in the road and in the middle of the street a white light slashed back and forth with a black shadow.

Warm hands gripped her arms and her silent screams for Trinity went unnoticed.

The hands lifted her into a broad chest and enormous arms cradled her. Rough panting sounded in the ear not pressed to the soft leather and she turned blindly to the sound. It was the same breath as the mysterious sigh, she knew it without knowing why.

"Theres broken bones but the head injury is the worst."

"Well there wouldn't be so much to repair if you'd been watching her properly would there?"

That voice was in pain, her hand sought him out of its own accord. Fingertips brushing skin that felt on fire before falling limply to her side. "Rest Fayae, we'll take care of this."

There was pain now but oblivion did not come. She screamed as the white heat burst into her head..."Dammit Grayson! "

Fayae woke sitting bolt up right. Her arm throbbed and she glanced down to see she'd ripped the drip out. Blood trickled down her arm. "Dammit."

The dream had been so real. It was like the accident happened all over again.

The voices were the same as her memory but was the rest?

The white lights and dark shadows could they be real?