Not Quite Parallel

{10} Antidote

 Guys, I really have to stop reacting so majorly every time I review how many reads this story has, because every time I see the high number I have a massive panic attack. Hahahaha!

Comment make me happy. And a happy me means faster updates. 

I am so sorry for not switching back to Rayne's POV, I just love writing in Tess's POV. So you guys are just gonna have to deal.

Can I just say that any gifs you see on the side from here on out are the result of a bet, carry on. 

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RORY POV

"We have to help her. She's already been infected." I stir when I hear people whispering fiercely. 

"Rowan, how do you know -for sure- that she's actually been infected? No one's actually seen the virus in fifty years. And all the people infected were sent all over the dimension remember?" 

I yawn and roll over, uncovering my ears so I can hear better. 

"You're descended from two of the members of the council. Who's to say that she isn't descended from the ones that were sent to Earth? Or the creatures on Neptune?" 

I hear a sigh, "You have a point, Rowan." 

"When will you learn that I'm always right?" She says with amusement in her voice. 

There's a laugh, "I'm not sure I can hear you over your cockiness." 

"Whatever man. You know I'm right." 

I yawn again, pretty sure that I wasn't supposed to listen, and fall straight back to sleep.

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"Yaayy! I can move again!"  I shout as soon as I wake up enough to wiggle my toes. 

I jump up and dance on the spot, doing some of my crazy dance moves that I bust out at concerts.

Rowan saunters back into the room as I jump up and down on the couch. "Sit down so I can explain how it works." 

I grin and plonk myself back on the couch. "Go on, Rowan." 

She jumps right up next to me, "You have a time limit for each day, and the more the disease progresses, the shorter your time limit becomes. But exerting yourself overly makes your limit go faster, so you don't want to do crazy dance moves until we can figure out an antidote that'll extend your limit." 

Mood is officially killed. 

My shoulders drop, "I can see myself getting fat because of this." 

Rowan blinks at me, "It's okay, Cyan is a member of the council, he's very influential and he's got a team working on it. Hopefully you'll have your antidote before you time out, and you can head back home like nothing's happened." 

I look at my hands, "But . . . I don't want to go home yet." 

Two more blinks of those green eyes, and she asks, "Where is your home?"

I grin, "I come from Earth." 

"I went there once, when I was a kitten." She then assumes the cat equivalent of a nostalgic expression, "My owner had just turned sixteen and she was sent to Earth, her symbol turned out to be an easy one. A dog. She was there and back within five days." 

"What happened to her? Your previous owner, I mean." I ask her, curious. 

"She's Cyan's niece. She let me go when she moved to collage. I was fine with it, I moved right out back behind Cyan's house, I say hello when she visits, and I got to raise some kittens, it's a win win."