My Soul to Take
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Emma relaxed a little but didnt move any closer to us. Did you know that when you saved me? she asked, and again I was surprised by how insightful her questions were. Shed probably make a much better bean sidhe than I will.
Nash cleared his throat behind me, ready to field the question. We knew it was a possibility. But your case was an exception, of sorts, so we hoped it wouldnt happen. And we had no idea who would go instead.
Emma frowned. So you didnt get a premonition about her death?
No, I Didnt. I hadnt even thought about it until she asked. Why didnt I know about her? I asked, twisting to look at Nash.
Because the reason for her death meaning the reapers decision to take her didnt exist until we brought Emma back. Which proves Julie wasnt supposed to die either.
She wasnt supposed to die? Emma hugged a hospital pillow to her chest.
No. I leaned into Nashs embrace and immediately felt guilty because shed just died, yet had no one to lean on. So I sat up again, but couldnt bring myself to let go of his hand. Somethings wrong. Were trying to figure it out, but were not really sure where to start.
Was I supposed to die? Her gaze burned into me. Id never seen my best friend look so vulnerable and scared.
Nash shook his head firmly on the edge of my vision. Thats why we brought you back. I wish we could have helped Julie.
Emma frowned. Why couldnt you?
Wewerent fast enough. I grimaced as frustration and anger over my own failure twisted at my gut. And I sort of used it all up on you.
What does that mean But before she could finish the question, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman in scrubs and a lab coat entered. She carried a clipboard and led a very flustered Ms. Marshall.
Emma, I believe this woman belongs to you? The doctor tucked her clipboard under one arm, and Ms. Marshall brushed past her and rushed to the bed, where she nearly crushed her youngest daughter in a hug.
Suddenly the bed lurched beneath us, and Nash and I jumped off the mattress, startled. Sorry. Emma dug the controller from beneath her leg, where it had fallen.
Um, were gonna go, I said, backing toward the door. My dads supposed to get in tonight, and I really need to talk to him.
Your dads coming home? Still tight within the embrace, Emma pushed a poof of her mothers hair aside so she could see me, and I nodded.
Ill call you tomorrow. Kay?
Emma frowned as her mother settled onto the bed, but nodded when the doctor held the door open for us. Shewould be fine. For better or worse, wed saved her life, at least for now. And with any luck, she wouldnt catch another reapers eye for a very, very long time.
Ms. Marshall waved to me as the door closed in front of us, and the last thing I heard was Emma insisting that she would have called, if she still had her phone.
Our footsteps clomped on the dingy vinyl tile as we passed the nurses station, heading for the heavy double doors leading into the ER waiting room. It was only four oclock in the afternoon, and I was exhausted. And the tickle in my throat reminded me that I still sounded like a bullfrog.
Id barely finished that thought when a familiar voice called my name from the broad, white corridor behind us. I froze in midstep, but Nash only stopped when he noticed I had.
I thought you might want something warm for your throat. Sounds like you really wore it out today.
I turned to find Tod holding a steaming paper cup, his other hand wrapped around an empty IV stand.
Nash tensed at my side. Whats wrong? he asked. But he was looking at me rather than at Tod.
I glanced at the reaper with my brows raised. Tod shrugged and grinned. He cant see me. Or hear me unless I want him to. Then he turned to Nash, and I understood that whatever he said next, Nash would hear. And until he apologizes, you and I will carry on all of our conversations without him.
Nash went stiff, following my gaze to what he apparently saw as an empty hallway. Damn it, Tod, he whispered angrily. Leave her alone.
Tod grinned, like wed shared a private joke. Im not even touching her.
Nash ground his teeth together, but I rolled my eyes and spoke up before he could say something wed all regret. This is ridiculous. Nash, be nice. Tod, show yourself. Or Im leaving you both here.
Nash remained silent but did manage to unclench his jaws. And I knew the moment Tod appeared to him, because his focus narrowed on the reapers face. What are you doing here?
I work here. Tod let go of the IV stand and ambled forward, holding the steaming cup out for me. I took it without thinkingmy throat did hurt, and something hot would feel good going down. I sipped from a tiny slit in the lid and was surprised to taste sweet, rich hot chocolate, with just a bit of cinnamon.
I gave him a grateful smile. I love cocoa.
Tod shrugged and slid his hands into the pockets of his baggy jeans, but a momentary flash in his eyes gave away his satisfaction. I wasnt sure youd like coffee, but I figured chocolate was a sure thing.
A soft gnashing sound met my ears as Nash tried to grind his teeth into stubs, and his hand tightened around mine. Lets go, Kaylee.
Nash cleared his throat behind me, ready to field the question. We knew it was a possibility. But your case was an exception, of sorts, so we hoped it wouldnt happen. And we had no idea who would go instead.
Emma frowned. So you didnt get a premonition about her death?
No, I Didnt. I hadnt even thought about it until she asked. Why didnt I know about her? I asked, twisting to look at Nash.
Because the reason for her death meaning the reapers decision to take her didnt exist until we brought Emma back. Which proves Julie wasnt supposed to die either.
She wasnt supposed to die? Emma hugged a hospital pillow to her chest.
No. I leaned into Nashs embrace and immediately felt guilty because shed just died, yet had no one to lean on. So I sat up again, but couldnt bring myself to let go of his hand. Somethings wrong. Were trying to figure it out, but were not really sure where to start.
Was I supposed to die? Her gaze burned into me. Id never seen my best friend look so vulnerable and scared.
Nash shook his head firmly on the edge of my vision. Thats why we brought you back. I wish we could have helped Julie.
Emma frowned. Why couldnt you?
Wewerent fast enough. I grimaced as frustration and anger over my own failure twisted at my gut. And I sort of used it all up on you.
What does that mean But before she could finish the question, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman in scrubs and a lab coat entered. She carried a clipboard and led a very flustered Ms. Marshall.
Emma, I believe this woman belongs to you? The doctor tucked her clipboard under one arm, and Ms. Marshall brushed past her and rushed to the bed, where she nearly crushed her youngest daughter in a hug.
Suddenly the bed lurched beneath us, and Nash and I jumped off the mattress, startled. Sorry. Emma dug the controller from beneath her leg, where it had fallen.
Um, were gonna go, I said, backing toward the door. My dads supposed to get in tonight, and I really need to talk to him.
Your dads coming home? Still tight within the embrace, Emma pushed a poof of her mothers hair aside so she could see me, and I nodded.
Ill call you tomorrow. Kay?
Emma frowned as her mother settled onto the bed, but nodded when the doctor held the door open for us. Shewould be fine. For better or worse, wed saved her life, at least for now. And with any luck, she wouldnt catch another reapers eye for a very, very long time.
Ms. Marshall waved to me as the door closed in front of us, and the last thing I heard was Emma insisting that she would have called, if she still had her phone.
Our footsteps clomped on the dingy vinyl tile as we passed the nurses station, heading for the heavy double doors leading into the ER waiting room. It was only four oclock in the afternoon, and I was exhausted. And the tickle in my throat reminded me that I still sounded like a bullfrog.
Id barely finished that thought when a familiar voice called my name from the broad, white corridor behind us. I froze in midstep, but Nash only stopped when he noticed I had.
I thought you might want something warm for your throat. Sounds like you really wore it out today.
I turned to find Tod holding a steaming paper cup, his other hand wrapped around an empty IV stand.
Nash tensed at my side. Whats wrong? he asked. But he was looking at me rather than at Tod.
I glanced at the reaper with my brows raised. Tod shrugged and grinned. He cant see me. Or hear me unless I want him to. Then he turned to Nash, and I understood that whatever he said next, Nash would hear. And until he apologizes, you and I will carry on all of our conversations without him.
Nash went stiff, following my gaze to what he apparently saw as an empty hallway. Damn it, Tod, he whispered angrily. Leave her alone.
Tod grinned, like wed shared a private joke. Im not even touching her.
Nash ground his teeth together, but I rolled my eyes and spoke up before he could say something wed all regret. This is ridiculous. Nash, be nice. Tod, show yourself. Or Im leaving you both here.
Nash remained silent but did manage to unclench his jaws. And I knew the moment Tod appeared to him, because his focus narrowed on the reapers face. What are you doing here?
I work here. Tod let go of the IV stand and ambled forward, holding the steaming cup out for me. I took it without thinkingmy throat did hurt, and something hot would feel good going down. I sipped from a tiny slit in the lid and was surprised to taste sweet, rich hot chocolate, with just a bit of cinnamon.
I gave him a grateful smile. I love cocoa.
Tod shrugged and slid his hands into the pockets of his baggy jeans, but a momentary flash in his eyes gave away his satisfaction. I wasnt sure youd like coffee, but I figured chocolate was a sure thing.
A soft gnashing sound met my ears as Nash tried to grind his teeth into stubs, and his hand tightened around mine. Lets go, Kaylee.
