I've Got You

Part 3

A/N: This chapter has a special guest as well as key points to Calloway's story. Please, if you like this story, leave some comments, vote for the fic! I'd love to hear from my readers!!

(I don't own much aside from debt and Calloway Camden- my original female character)

             The closer they drew to Whyte Wyrm, the more nervous Callie became. It was nearly ten, and the Serpents that were sleeping soundly when she left would no doubt be awake by the time they returned. Her worrying was halted when Sweet Pea hit a pothole jolting the pain in her ribs. She cried out clutching her abdomen, nearly causing Sweets to drive off the road in panic. "Shit, Cal, I'm sorry. Why don't you take some of that medicine Ellis gave you?"

"I can't, I haven't eaten anything."

Sweet Pea squeezed her hand before tapping the back of it. "Well then let's go to Pops. I'm starving."

Callie shrugged her shoulders pulling her hand away slowly. "Sure, but I don't think I'm hungry."

Sweet Pea looked at her with blatant concern etched in his features but nodded nonetheless pulling into Pop's parking lot. "Please let me get you a banana milkshake or something," he pleaded with her.

She shook her head and pull her jacket tighter across her body. "No, Pea, I don't really feel like it. I just want to go back to sleep."

He begrudgingly agreed but made a mental note to make sure she ate something before the day was through. He locked the truck and ran to the counter. In about five minutes he had his bag of food and was back on the road to the Wyrm. When they saw the vacant lot, Callie visibly relaxed. "They're rounding up traitors and looting the trailer park. Toni's trying to get as much as she can out of your trailer for you. They shouldn't be back until later," Sweet Pea answered her silent question as he helped her out of the cab of the truck.

"Is that safe? What if the Ghoulies show up?"

"They've got weapons and none of them are alone. They can take 'em." Sweet Pea flinched as soon as he realized what that sounded like and saw the look on Callie's face. "Wait... I didn't-"

"I know. It's fine." Her forehead creased and he reached out to stop her from turning away.

She tried to wiggle from the hold he had on her, but it was no use. "No, it's not. What happened to you didn't happen because you couldn't hold your own. They attacked you, Callie, that's not your fault." He tried to hold her gaze, but she averted her eyes, shrinking under his intensity.

"I know..." she mumbled hoping to placate him and escape to the upstairs room. He didn't believe her one bit but saw the way she swayed on her feet. Maybe she wasn't lying about wanting to sleep. He carried her up the steps to lay her on the bed. Immediately, she kicked off her shoe and slid happily under the covers. He chuckled at the smile that tugged on her lips when he reached for the remote and turned the fan on high. "You're staying again, right?"

"You still want me to?"

"I do," she answered snuggling into her pillow.

"Then I'll be right here." He kicked his own boots off and plopped down beside her. "Only I do have one condition..."

One of her eyebrows quirked up in surprise and she waited for him to elaborate on his terms. "You're gonna have to eat at least twice a day so you can take your medicine. I know what you're doing Callie, but you're not your mother. You need those pills so your body can heal. That doesn't make you a junkie."