Part 41 (1/2)
Boone saw his daughter stir, watched her lashes flutter as Ana swayed back.
”Jess-Jessie?” He leaped forward to scoop her into his arms. ”Baby, are you all right?”
”Daddy?” Her blank, unfocused eyes began to clear. ”Did I fall down?”
”Yeah.” Weak with relief and grat.i.tude, he buried his face against her throat and rocked her. ”Yeah.”
”Don't cry, Daddy.” She patted his back. ”I'm okay.”
”Let's see.” He took a shaky breath before he ran his hands over her.
There was no blood, he discovered. No blood, no bruise, not even the smallest scratch. He held her close again, staring at Ana as Sebastian helped her to her feet. ”Do you hurt anywhere, Jessie?”
”Uh-uh.” She yawned and nestled her head on his shoulder. ”I was going to Mommy. She looked so pretty in all the light. But she looked sad, like she was going to cry, when she saw me coming. Then Ana was there, and she took my hand. Mommy looked happy when she waved goodbye to us. I'm sleepy, Daddy.” His own heart was throbbing in his throat, thickening his voice. ”Okay, baby.”
”Why don't you let me take her up?” When Boone hesitated, Nash lowered his voice. ”She's fine. Ana's not.” He took the already dozing child. ”Don't let common sense get in the way, pal,” he added as he took Jessie inside.
”I want to know what happened here.” Afraid he'd babble, Boone forced himself to speak slowly. ”I want to know exactly what happened.”
”All right.” Ana glanced around at her family. ”If you'd leave us alone for just a minute, I'd like to-” She trailed off as the world went gray.
Swearing, Boone caught her as she fell, then hoisted her into his arms.
”What the h.e.l.l is going on?” he demanded. ”What did she do to Jessie?”
He looked down, alarmed by the translucent pallor of Ana's cheeks.
”What did she do to herself?”
”She saved your daughter's life,” Sebastian said. ”And risked her own.”
”Be quiet, Sebastian,” Morgana murmured. ”He's been through enough.”
”He?”
”Yes.” She laid a restraining hand on her cousin's arm. ”Boone, Ana needs rest, a great deal of rest and quiet. If you'd prefer, you can bring her home. One of us will stay and take care of her.”
”She'll stay here.” He turned and carried her inside.
She was drifting in and out, in and out of worlds without color. There was no pain now, no feeling at all. She was as insubstantial as a mist.
Once or twice she heard Sebastian or Morgana slip inside her deeply sleeping mind to offer rea.s.surance. Others joined them, her parents, her aunts and uncles, and more.
After a long, long journey, she felt herself coming back. Tints and hues seeped back into the colorless world. Sensations began to p.r.i.c.kle along her skin. She sighed once-it was the first sound she had made in more than twenty-four hours-then opened her eyes.
Boone watched her come back. He rose automatically from the chair to bring her the medication Morgana had left with him.
”Here.” He supported her, holding the cup to her lips. ”You're supposed to drink this.”
She obeyed, recognizing the scent and the taste. ”Jessie?”
”She's fine. Nash and Morgana picked her up this afternoon. She's staying with them tonight.”
With a nod, she drank again. ”How long have I been asleep?”
”Asleep?” He gave a half laugh at her prosaic term for the comalike state she'd been in. ”You've been out for twenty-six hours.” He glanced at his watch. ”And thirty minutes.”