Devils Rebels (MC)

37 - Poisoned

Nyx POV

The next day was a blur. The New York chapter spent the majority of the time interrogating me, hounding me with so many questions that I ended up getting a horrible migraine.

Damien had noticed me wincing in pain and had told me to go lay down which I did without argument.

So here I was laying down on my bed, the comforter pulled up high over my head and completely miserable. The pain was so intense that even the muffled voices down the hall was enough to make me almost sob.

My bedroom door opened and I hissed in pain from the creaking, making a mental note to drown the damn hinges in WD-40 the first chance I got. I'm sure I had some of it in the garage!

The bed dipped and I held back a gag as an intense wave of nausea hit me in the stomach and hard.

"Baby are you okay? Is it getting better? Do you want me to get you some Tylenol or something?" Damiens voice was so soft and yet it sent little daggers of pain through my temples, making me hiss out in pain again.

"No. It's gotten worse and every single bit of noise is enough to make me nauseated. I have no idea what's wrong with me." My voice broke as I started to sob. I'd never been in so much pain before and I had a high tolerance for it! Hell, being stabbed in the thigh when I was younger wasn't even near as painful as this damn migraine.

Damien frowned down at me as I squinted up at him, barely able to keep my eyes open even though the room was pitch black. He put his hand to my forehead, "Jesus you're fucking burning up Nyx!" I clamped my hands over my ears at his outburst trying to get the pain to stop, clamping my eyes shut and clenching my jaw so tightly it started to hurt.

Soon I felt the bed go back to its original position and when I opened my eyes I was left alone.

I took in a shay breath and let the tears flow, "Fuck. What is wrong with me?" I muttered. The pain was so bad that my entire body was sweating, making my clothes stick to me. The nausea came crashing back so hard that I jerked so hard out of bed that I landed on my shoulder clutching my mouth bolting for the bathroom.

I barely made it before I violently heaved all of my stomach's contents into the toilet. I clamped my eyes closed as I threw up, until I realized I had a metallic taste in my mouth. I backed away from the toilet and flicked on the bathroom light wincing as the brightness caused even more pain in my head.

I crawled back to the toilet and froze.

Blood. Deep crimson blood. My blood filled the toilet. I whimpered, I needed to get Damien in here to get me to the hospital immediately. I didn't bother to wipe off my mouth as I stumbled out of my bathroom and bedroom out into the hallway.

Damien stood with his back to me, talking to Asher about the plans they had to burn my childhood home to the ground to flush the bastards out. I slouched against the wall breathing heavy as my airways started to close slowly. Something was wrong and if I had to take a guess I was poisoned.

Asher noticed me first, cursing and rushing forwards to catch me when I lost my balance and nearly collapsed to the floor. I started to shake, my vision becoming blurry, "D-Rip. S-something is wr-wr-wrong wi-with m-me. Y-you go-gotta t-take me i-i-i-in." I cursed myself internally as I started to become increasingly groggy, as if a force was taking over my body, making me come in and out of consciousness.

Damien started to shout orders to his men, they were all rushing around in and out of my house. Next thing I knew I was being carried out of the house and loaded into the back of my car, cradled tightly against Damiens chest.

"We're going to get you help baby but you gotta stay with me, talk to me. Tell me what you're feeling. Nyx yu gotta stay with me please." I could barely make out his face plastered with worry and concern and fear, which I had never seen on his face before until today. I somehow managed to get my hand on the side of his face, trying to soothe him but I knew it wasn't working.

I couldn't find my voice. It was lost, buried within myself as if it was hiding from an unseen danger.

As I tried to force it out of hiding I felt a horrible burning sensation rise up in my chest, it was as if someone was using a red hot fire poker straight through my heart. I sucked in a painful breath and turned my head as more blood spewed from my mouth. I gripped my chest, wheezing, forcing my lungs to open to take in much needed oxygen.

Damien cursed again and helped me to turn so I wasn't choking on my own blood. Soon we were pulling up to the emergency department and I was being whisked away again in the arms of my love.

The bright fluorescent lights made me clamp my eyes shut tight, the pain was so intense now that I couldn't even move without gasping or wincing.

We were soon in a room, nurses were running around grabbing things and placing them on a medal tray next to my bed. The doctor was assaulting Damien with questions to which he and Asher answered to the best of their abilities. When it was my turn to be interrogated I couldn't even whimper. My body lay on the table limp, my eyes closed from exhaustion and pain.

The doctor whose name was Dr. Volkoz, was trying and failing to get me to stay conscious and soon I was floating away into the darkness, finally feeling peaceful.