Chapter Eighteen

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Sage Taylor

I gasped for air as I sat up in bed, I coughed as I scratched my throat with my hands. In-Yeop sat up in a panic before patting my back.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I shook my head as my eyes widened. In-Yeop got out of bed before grabbing a bottle of water. He sat behind me forcing my mouth open before pouring it.

"Come on baby, drink." He said moving my hair out of my face.

I heard heavy footsteps before the door burst open.

"What's wrong?" Saint asked.

"What happened?" Sylvia asked.

"What's going on?" My dad said rubbing his eyes.

"She just woke up and started coughing." In-Yeop said.

I coughed hysterically before Sylvia ran to my aid.

"She's dehydrated...Saint get some more water." Sylvia yelled.

"How? She's been eating and drinking as normal." In-Yeop asked.

"This happens every year, the day before her birthday she gets this cough or sickness." Sylvia explained.

"We should take her to the hospital." In-Yeop said.

"She's human." Dad said.

My eyes began to roll to the back of my head before I felt my body began to shake.

Hwang In-Yeop

"She's seizing, In-Yeop place her on the floor and turn her to her side." Sylvia instructed.

I did as told as I held Sage body to the side. Saint ran in with a case of water before running to Sage's aid. She was seizing for at least five minutes before she just stopped.

"Is she still breathing?" George asked.

"She is." I said.

"How do you know?" He asked.

"I can hear her heart." I said.

"Place her back on the bed." Sylvia said.

I carefully picked Sage up before placing her on the bed. I moved her hair out of her face as I wiped her mouth.

"This was worst than last year." Saint sighed sitting against the wall.

"Yeah." Sylvia sighed.

George rubbed his temples before sitting in the corner chair. We sat there for hours...waiting for Sage to wake up.

She stirred in her sleep causing everyone to sit up before she began coughing again. Each cough it sounded worse, I forced her mouth open pouring water into it.

"Stop singing." She mumbled.

"No one is singing baby." I whispered.

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