Hell's Kitchen- Morganville Vampires Fanfiction

Chapter 2

Once the soup was dishing into everyone's bowls, I sat down and we all began eating; Shane and Michael inhaling it and me and Claire taking little sips.

"S'good, Eve", Shane mumbled over a mouthful of soup

"thanks", I grinned

He smiled me a toothy grin, showing me all the food in his mouth. God, what a pig

"Shane! Gross!" I shouted at him

Mike smiled at me from across the table, "yeah, I guess you are a good cook after all"

"Thank you", I said smugly, and we continued to eat in silence.

About half way through her bowl, Claire started to eat slower and slower until she eventually put her spoon down.

I looked at her, "what's the matter Claire bear? Don't you like it?"

"No", she shook her head, "I'm just not feeling well that's all, I think I might go lie down on the sofa or something"

"oh, well okay I'll come join you in a minute", I smiled at her kindly, she did look kinda pale.

She smiled weakly and walked off to the living room

Shane put his bowl down and got up, "I think I might go and check on her", he said and walked off

It was just me and Mike left at the table

"I hope your cooking didn't kill her", Mike laughed

"Oh, haha your so funny", I said sarcastically, getting up to put my bowl in the sink, "Oh and by the way, you and Shane are definitely washing up tonight"

Mike sighed, "fine but later okay? Come on, let's watch TV , he said and grabbed me hand leading me into the living room.

We found Shane and Claire curled up on the sofa, with Claire snuggled into Shane's chest, looking pale and scratching her arms and neck vigorously.

I sat down next to her, "Hey, Claire bear, how ya feeling?" I asked her

She looked up at me, "Um, okay I guess I just feel kinda funny"

"Well, do you have a fever?", I placed my hand on her forehead, "Gee, Claire honey you're burning up! Lie down, I'll get you a drink!"

I made my way over to the kitchen and got a diet coke out of the fridge. I was kinda worried about Claire, she never got sick and even when she did, she never complained, she must be feeling pretty crappy if she admits she feels ill. I grabbed the coke and made my way back to the living room and handed the drink to Claire, and then made myself comfortable next to Mike on the other sofa and we all watched some weird cartoon on TV for a while.

About 5 minutes into the cartoon, Claire's breathing stated to get a bit labored and we were all getting a bit worried, but she kept insisting she was fine, until it got to a point where she was finding it very difficult to draw in a breath. She gasped desperately as Shane rubbed he back, trying to calm her down.

I didn't know what to do, I'd never seen her like this before. I thought through all the possible options in my head; panic attack or asthma, but I knew Claire didn't have asthma and we were just eating dinner, so she was pretty calm. I felt useless and to be honest, Shane and Michael weren't much help either, we were all confused as how to help her.

Mike looked at me worriedly "Maybe try and get a paper bag or something?" he suggested

I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a small brown paper bag and placed it around Claire lip's.

"It's okay, Claire. Deep breaths, come on". But her breathing didn't seem to improve; if anything it got worse.

Claire pushed the bag away from her mouth, by this time she was turning deep red due to lack of oxygen, "Eve", she gasped, "I…. can't…breathe…my throat" She stopped to gasp again.

Shane crouched down beside her, "What about your throat, Claire? This is important, Claire"

She couldn't answer, she just carried on wheezing and gasping, but then Mikey grabbed her mouth and held it open forcefully.

"Michael, what the hell", I asked

"Her tongue is swelling", he said in a serious tone, "we have to get her to the hospital right now"

"What?!" Both me and Shane shouted at him. The hospital, what was happening to my Claire Bear?!

"I think she's in anaphylactic shock , let's go"

He ran out the room and grabbed the keys and Shane and I grabbed Claire off the sofa, but she swayed dangerously and then suddenly slumped into my arms, unconscious.

"Claire? Shane called "Claire?" there was no response. Shit

"Mikey!" I called, "Mike, call an ambulance!"

I stayed with Claire, as I heard Mike on the phone to the ambulance service, holding her hand.

God, I'd never been so scared in my life. I couldn't lose her,she was my best friend, I don't know what I would do if i she was...gone.

Michael crouched down beside me, "they're on their way", he said, stroking my arm in an attempt to comfort me.

Shane was still trying to get Claire to wake, in vain.

I nestled into Michael's shoulder and just hoped for the best.