Duck Drama: BOOK 2

Chapter 64- Zehra

I wake up to a cold, wet towel on my forehead and Dewey hovering over me, smiling softly. 

I'm sweat and feel my eyes struggling to stay open. My head hurts and my body is aching. 

"Hey..." Dewey says softly, leaving the towel on my forehead. 

I try to look at the towel and raise my hand to take it off, but Dewey stops me by grabbing my wrist. "You had a fever, and I didn't want to take your clothes off without consent."

Aww! What a gentled-

Fever?

"How long were you out with Liam last night?" Dewey asks me in a concerned yet jealous tone.

I roll my eyes. This has nothing to do with Liam.

I'm just not feeling well. Liam was the one making SURE I was warm and safe.

Ugh.. it's probably nothing. Dewey stresses too much!

MATT POV

There I was, playing with Eve. Then she just suddenly stands up, and her eyes are as round as flying saucers.

"Eve?" I asked, looking at her in alarm as Donald finally finishes off the last of the zombies that had recently popped up from the ground.

Eve grips my hand and suddenly we were at the mansion.

"Um. Since when do you teleport?" I asked her, picking her up, and she wraps her arms around my neck.

She only smiles at and shrugs, and points up at the Zehra and Dewey's shared bedroom. I look up at the window, then back at her.

"Hurry up, Matt!" She urges, kicking her legs into my ribs like she was riding a horse. I grunt and roll my eyes but did as she wished.

I jogged up the stairs and into the mansion.

It was quiet, I assumed everyone was out, probably enjoying the fact that once you kill a zombie or demon they will stay dead.

Thanks to Athena going back to the demon realm.

My stomach knotted in guilt at the thought. Eve sensing it, just hugged me tighter.

"It's going to be okay, Matt." She whispers, as we climbed the grand staircase towards my sister and Dewey.

I wondered if she'd be saying that, knowing her Mom wasn't going to be able to come back for a very, VERY, long time.

As we reached the door I was about to knock on it when the door opened suddenly and Dewey's face emerged.

"Matt? What are you doing here?" He asked, a bit surprised.

"Um..." I said, putting Eve down gently and without permission rushes passed Dewey and into the room. Dewey stares after her, but keeps the door to where I can't see Zehra. "Eve said Zehra needed us." I tell him.

Dewey glanced back at the girls then at me and sighed deeply before opening the door wider for me so that I could come in.

I see Zehra, her face was red, and her eyes glassy. Eve was sitting on the bed next to her, her expression full of worry and concern.

"Zeza!" I exclaimed, and rushed over to them.

Zehra gave me a small smile, the coughed, and groaned as if it hurt her.

I glare over at Dewey.

"What's wrong with her?" I demanded to know.

Dewey POV