Deadly Nightmares (The Last Guardian, Book One)

TEN

Warning: Long ass chapter, a lot of violence, gore (idk does this count as hardcore gore?), there might be some inaccuracies looking at the paralysis plot, sorry for that, i did research i swear, tell me in the comments if I missed something

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CLIFFORD WAS READING A book that Tamara had lent to him when his phone rang.

Tamara had left soon after their session after telling him that the healing process was coming to an end, even if there was some time left.

"Julia! How've you been?" He asked cheerfully.

"Uh, good. But, uh, Mr. Feron, there's a new lady who's been living in your house, right?" She asked, uncertainty lacing her voice.

"Yeah. Why, is something wrong?"

"Um. She kinda got hit by a tennis ball. Straight to the back of the head," she said, wiping the smile straight off his face. "She's got a concussion, probably."

"Okay, where are you guys right now?" He asked calmly.

"Outside the park," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I stopped them from taking her to the hospital, just in case."

"Yeah, that's good," I told her. "I'll send my brother down there.''

She hung up and he looked at Roberta, who'd just entered the name. Her expression changed from neutral to serious, her eyes questioning at his grim features. 

"You need to send Dane down to the park. Tamara's knocked out cause of a tennis ball."

She hissed through her teeth with a grimace. "Oof. That must've been painful."

She left immediately, calling for Dane.

About fifteen minutes later, Clifford was waiting in the living room in a wheelchair, his fingers tapping in nervousness.

The door opened, Hunter entering and keeping it open as Dane entered with Tamara in his arms. He set her down on the couch as Roberta felt the back of her head for anything.

"It's just a bump," she said with a relieved sigh. My heart calmed down slowly.

"She's sweating buckets, though," Hunter pointed out. Roberta nodded as she felt her forehead with the back of her hand.

Clifford saw her face, the furrowed eyebrows, and her tense muscles and went over to her, holding her hand and letting his power flow into her.

She only shivered, her hand squeezing his tightly like she was comforting herself.

"She'll be fine, now," he said, looking back at Roberta, who was looking at him with a stunned expression. The others held the same expression, like their breath was caught in their throats. 

"What?" he asked, uncomfortable under their scrutiny. 

"You... walked," Hunter said in an awe-filled voice, pointing at him, randomly reminding him of the times that he used to have to chase his youngest brother as he used to run after a butterfly, pointing at it the same way.

The other two nodded, their eyes wide, and he looked down to find himself crouching.

As soon as he was conscious about it, he fell on his ass with a grunt. He stared at his legs, which were just lying straight and still.

They all stared at each other, and then at Tamara. She turned to the side, still feverish, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.

"I'll bring some water and a cloth," Roberta said, walking away.