Thicker than Water| The Originals

Another Hospital Stay

     HAVANA REGRETTED RUNNING OUT WITHOUT A CARSEAT, especially with the way Vegas was driving. Was it a rash decision? Yes. It was, but all she could think of was getting Zyanya to the hospital she had forgotten it behind.

So she sat in the back and prayed they made it in one piece.

"How far is the hospital?" Rebekah worried. The blue hue on her daughters face frightened her, she could hear her hear best pounding in her ears.

"Like ten minutes." Havana said.

"I can get there in five." Vegas promised.

The car swerved, violently jerking them around. Valentina gripped onto the side of the passenger door, slamming the imaginary breaks hopping the car would stop, "If you don't kill us first."

Havana thanked the gods that Zyanya's breathing returned to normal and the seizures had stopped.

Once they arrive, Vegas pulled into the ambulance bay not really caring if she got in trouble. She and Havana jumped out of the car, she threw the keys at Valentina before rushing into the hospital right behind her cousin.

Valentina caught the keys and scoffed, "Do I look like valet?"

She climbed into the drivers seat, turned on the car and quickly found a parking spot.

As she walked through the parking lot with Rebekah, Valentina noticed how quiet she was like a dazed state.

She reached out and grabbed her shoulder, "You okay?"

That seemed to spook her out of the trance, "No. Uh, I thought she was better."

Valentina thought the same, Zyanya was doing great, "She will be." Zyanya was in the best hands, and if anyone could help her it was Havana, "Andrea said she'd look after Hope until everything is settled, so don't worry about her."

Rebekah nodded, at least that was something off her plate. "I'll have to thank her."

"You don't have to," she wrapped her arm around the blonde, giving her a squeeze, "Your kid just got indoctrinated into our cult, we're family now."

Rebekah smiled, she'd grown up with multiple overbearing brothers that she's always wished for at least one sister, "I appreciate it."

They continued on, Valentina pulled out her phone to text her cousin and ask about their whereabouts.

As they walked through the halls, the word cult caught Rebekah's attention, she grabbed onto Valentina's arm stopping them from moving further.

"You're not serious about the cult bit, are you?"

Valentina stared back with a straight face, "No, not really," she did her best to not laugh, the look on Rebekah's face was priceless, her eyes were bulging out of her head and her jaw was almost to the floor. Val cracked, "Sorry." She laughed, "I'm sorry. It was too easy."

Rebekah rolled her eyes and playfully shoved Val, "That's not funny."

"It was a little," she said, "but no, we're not a cult. Although, at times it might feel like it."

She nodded, "Good."

"Come on, Havana said they're working on her right now and they want coffee." Valentina said.

    Havana ran inside, carrying Zyanya in her arms as she yelled for assistance, "I need some help."

A nurse waved her over, leading them over to an empty gurney where Havana gently laid her down. A second later, an ER doctor appeared by her side, "She was feeding perfectly fine for about twenty minutes before being burped, then had a breath holding spell for about a minute before having seizure for four."