Page 84 of Bones
“I was gonna,” he mumbled.
I turned my attention back to Nemo. He was breathing easy now, that strange dark spot of sickness I could sense shrinking beneath my powers. In just another minute I smothered it and it vanished. I let go feeling relieved.
“Thank you, Bones,” Nemo rasped .
I nodded and got to my feet, ignoring the way the room spun, and strode over to Trey, laying my hand on his forehead. I grimaced at how hot he felt. He shivered.
“Let’s get you back to the clinic.” I glared at him.
I wasn't too exhausted. I'd only been working for a couple of hours, and we hadn't even had to call for a horse yet. I hovered at Trey's side as we left for the clinic, noting his shivering was growing worse. Thank the gods it wasn't a long walk from Nemo's place to the clinic. When we made it through the door, Trey collapsed onto his mattress. I went to crouch next to him, but he held up a hand, halting me.
“No. Go drink some water first,” he said through chattering teeth.
I muttered some choice words but did what he said. If this sickness had taught me anything it was that arguing with Trey was like arguing with a brick wall. I gulped down a glass of water, glancing up at the loft. It looked empty, most of the kids spent all day checking on folks for me. After I finished my water, I returned to where he still sat upright, watching me.
“Gods, lay down." I shoved his shoulder as I kneeled beside him.
He obeyed, and I pulled the worn blanket up over him and then unbuttoned his shirt enough to lay my hands on his bare chest. As the warmth of my healing powers flowed into him his hand came up and curled around mine, just like he'd done when I'd saved his life on the rooftop.
“Feels like sunshine,” he murmured, his eyes half closed.
I scoffed under my breath.
“It does.” His eyes had closed all the way now, but his hand tightened around mine. “S’ beautiful. Just like you.”
My cheeks warmed, and I didn’t answer, but he fell asleep just a second later. I healed him until that inky darkness vanished. Then I gently freed my hand and sat back on my heels, gazing down at him. His hair fell over his forehead into his eyes, so I brushed it from his face. He leaned into my hand, mumbling nonsense, and I let myself sit there and cradle his face for a moment. A light stubble grew on his jaw, scratchy against my skin as I stroked my thumb up his cheek.
I don’t know what the fuck Trey sees in you.Raven’s cruel words ran through my head.
Honestly, I didn’t either.
“Bones,” he mumbled in his sleep, and for some stupid reason my eyes filled with tears.
“Get some rest,” I whispered, stroking his cheek once more before I pulled away.
As soon as I stepped outside, I heard my name being called. I looked up to see Cloud running toward me.
“Mac is sick at the bunkhouse,” he gasped when he reached me. “Where’s Trey?”
“He’s sleeping inside. He got sick, but I just healed him. Can you go find Griz or Sam and ask them to meet me there?”
He nodded . “You need a horse yet?”
I paused. My body felt bone tired, but not to the point of struggling to walk…yet. “Might need one soon,” I admitted.
He set off to fulfill his tasks and I made my way to the bunkhouse. I'd only been inside the place where Mac's crew all lived together a few times and they'd all been in recent days to heal Raven, Sam, Jax, and Griz. It wasn't anything too special. Just a tidy narrow cabin with a small living area and a little kitchen. Two rows of bunk beds filled the largest room where everyone slept. When I came inside, kicking the snow from my boots, Jax popped out of the bedroom, wide-eyed.
“Oh good, Cloud found you. Mac’s real sick, Bones.”
He didn’t look too good himself. I’d only just healed him last night and he still looked pale.
"It's ok, Jax.” I shrugged out of my coat. "You should lie down on the couch, ok? I'll go take care of Mac."
“Ok.” He sounded relieved as he sank down.
I grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and tucked it around him. He curled up on his side, his blond hair sticking up in every direction.
“Thanks, Bones,” he mumbled.
