Page 53 of Lost Girl

Slamming the door behind us, he then helps me down the porch steps as another piercing cramp tightens my pelvis and a small gush spills from within me.

My entire body jars at the nauseating wetness.

This is real. It’s really happening.

Mind racing with thoughts of denial and acceptance, I don’t allow myself to dwell on it. I shove it all aside just like everything else these days and keep it moving.

I have to.

Succumbing to the tidal wave is not an option.

We’ve made it onto the grassy path when the door flies open behind us. "Where are you going?" Tigerlily's voice rings out, stopping us in our tracks.

Tavi does nothing but spare her a glance over his shoulder, his hand tightening around mine. "To Soren's.”

That’s all he offers before we’re off again, passing clusters of cabins amidst tall, magical trees and vibrant greenery. It’s gorgeous and wondrous, the perfect distraction from the mess around me, but it’s not enough to drown it out in entirety.

Not when the world starts to spin.

"Hold on a second." I yank on his grip to stop him, breathing in a heap of air as my entire body tenses.

"Wendy? What's wrong? Are you okay?" He’s adamant on an answer, standing stock still as I hold onto him for dear life.

"Cramp, but I'm…I feel so lightheaded.”

"You need to eat something, you've lost a lot of blood."

"Not that much, don't exaggerate. But I don’t think I can eat. I literally have zero appetite," I admit honestly, relaxing my shoulders as the pain ebbs off.

Tavi tucks me into his side, gentle fingers tilting my chin up to meet his stare. "Just a little. I just need you to eat a little, and after that, I’ll take you to Ward's, okay?"

If only you could see him right now—he’s a combination of distress and determination, and I nearly melt against his able form, obliging with a meek nod.

“Come on, we’re almost there, little wolf.”

I must zone out the rest of the ways because one minute we’re trudging through the grass, and the next we’re climbing the steps of another porch. My head rests against Tavi’s chest as he knocks on the door and all I can think to myself in my semi-hazed state is that I don’t want to lose this.

Him.

I want to go home, but I don’t want to lose him.

?Cold - Aqualung & Lucy Schwartz?

Soren must’ve still been sleeping, because it takes a couple of minutes before his footsteps resound within the house and he opens the door.

In nothing but boxers.

Auburn hair standing up in all different directions.

"Dude, seriously? What the fuck?" I bark. “No one wants to see your tiny dick.”

"Shut the fuck up, man—it’s too early for your shit. You’re lucky I even put these on. I sleep butt-ass naked.” He rubs the sleep from his eyes as I flip him the finger.

"Can we come in?"

"Oh, yeah, of course.” He steps aside, holding the door open. “I'm guessing you talked to the old man?"

"Yup." I pop the P, ushering Wendy toward the kitchen.

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