A Legacy of the Damned: Daughter of Astaroth

Chapter 60 - Irreversible

I fight my heavy eyelids to stay awake. I need to stay awake to find the Grimoire. Time is running out. It's been over 20 minutes since it was taken, whoever took it must be trying to get it out of here.

I inch myself slowly to the edge of the bed while I try to listen in on the Nephilims' conversation. The walls of the mansion are very thick so I have to extend my hearing even though they're just next door.

I don't hear Sacha's voice but I recognize Olivier's and Alain's among other voices. My brain is hazy but I gather that they don't want the news of the missing Grimoire to spread and so far, the information is contained within a few members of the Order and some guards. They're also stopping the temporary hired staff from leaving and checking departing guests without raising suspicion.

"We need to interrogate the Cambion." I hear one of the men insisting.

"Later. She's hurt. She's not going anywhere," Olivier is saying.

"But we don't have much time," argues the man.

I try to move faster to the edge of the bed. I don't want to be interrogated. I've been interrogated before...by Astaroth, and it's not very pleasant. Besides, I didn't take the Grimoire so interrogating me is just a waste of time.

A few seconds later, I manage to get my feet to the side of the bed. But when I lift my upper body up, the world is spinning so fast that I fall back down with a groan.

"Just where are you going, Miss?" comes a voice from the doorway. I almost let out a groan when I see him. It's the same guard who first caught me. I swear this man has a super antenna or something where I'm concerned. He walks briskly into the room and in an instant, he's standing beside my feet which are dangling on the side of the bed.

"Bathroom..." I croak out. The lie slips out of my mouth very smoothly despite my foggy brain. It comes from years of practice, habit, and experience.

The guard frowns but he nods stiffly and helps me to the washroom.

It's a short trip because I don't need to use the bathroom anyway and standing upright is quite a challenge when your world is constantly spinning and tilting and your head is pounding.

I'm back on the bed when Sacha comes striding in with Dr. Clark, a relatively young Nephilim with kind eyes.

Sacha immediately moves to cover my exposed legs with the blanket that he used to cover me earlier while Dr. Clark sits close to me at the edge of the bed.

The doctor then patiently looks at Sacha as though he's waiting for him to leave. Instead of leaving the room, Sacha goes to stand at the foot of the bed.

"Look, I promise to look after her and make sure she's as good as new in no time," the doctor says to him.

"So, get to work, doctor," suggests Sacha curtly as he continues to stand there with his eyes fixed on me. His jacket and bowtie are missing and the sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up to his elbows. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his dress pants. His jaw and chin are set in a stubborn line.

After a few moments of a silent stand-off between them, the doctor sighs in defeat. Then he turns to me and smiles. "Hello, Danica. I'm Dr. Clark. I understand that you're not feeling well this evening." He shifts to a more comfortable position before he adds, "I'm going to see what's wrong with you and then we go from there to make you feel better, okay?"

His voice is very soothing and instead of doing a check-up on me like a regular doctor, he raises his hands to hover a few inches above my head. His eyes are closed in concentration. My own heavy eyelids slowly sweep down. It's so easy to drift into oblivion but I'm determined to fight it.