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“Normal white blood cell counts are between five thousand and ten thousand. Milo’s are at six hundred.”
“Shit.”
“Easton. I know your brain is spiraling, and you’re scared. But like I said, let’s not put the cart before the horse. Errors happen. Can you get him to the emergency room?”
“Yeah, I’ll get him there.”
“I will be there, but I’ll call ahead and let them know that you’re on your way. Breathe, East. You’re worried; Milo will be confused and terrified.”
She was right. I knew she was.
“I’ll see you in a bit, Doctor.”
All I could think as I drove to get Milo from the library where he went after school was that I couldn’t lose my son. If the universe took another piece of my soul, I didn’t think I’d survive it.
“Please, don’t take my boy,” I whispered to whoever and whatever was out there, and hit the gas.
CHAPTER TWO
Finch Brightkin
I am fae. This was something I could never undo about myself—not that I’d want to. Years ago, when I’d stepped foot into the human realm, I’d vowed to only use my magic for good. So, for the last five years I’d been employed at Bradbury Medical Hospital in Fool’s Pass.
The first five years in this realm had been filled with traveling, figuring out humans as best I could, and establishing roots.
I’d discovered what humans thought of fae through much folklore and a lot of books. Many people didn’t understand anything. Fae, fairy, faerie—very confusing. All of it was greatly designed as such because—and I truly believed this—if humans understood the truth, the real magic, humanity would cease to exist or would end up under the thumb of people like my father.
“Morning, Finch.” Sarah, one of the nurses I often worked with on days I was stationed in the emergency room, smiled.
“Sarah, I am loving what you did with your hair.” She’d fallen in love with my powder-blue hair when she met me three years ago, and it gave her the courage (her words) to try different colors. Currently she was testing out purple.
“Thanks! I don’t know how you keep yours always looking like it never fades.”
The human eye saw a guy with long blue hair, silver eyes, and a lithe build standing at five foot eight. I used a glamour so they couldn’t see how my ears pointed up, my wings pushed out, or my skin shimmered. I kept my hair blue and long because it made people here smile, and I loved a good smile.
“Magic.” I wiggled my fingers, earning a laugh.
“I have a feeling Dr. Perry will be needing you this afternoon.” Sarah grimaced, and I knew what that meant.
“Something bad?”
“She doesn’t know. A ten-year-old boy came in about an hour ago. It took four of us to get an IV in and now whenever they mention more tests, he starts crying.”
“Oh, my heavens.”
“She asked for you, but your shift hadn’t begun yet.”
To understand why I was needed so badly was to understand my magic. My gift was twofold. I was able to remove pain and the fear caused by that pain from anyone—though people like Sarah and Dr. Perry just thought I had a way about me that made people calm down enough so they didn’t feel the hurt anymore. They didn’t need to know about my magic. On the other side of that gift was my ability to make someone feel the worst kind of pain and ignite fear so dreadful they’d welcome death. This was what happened when you were parented by one dark and one light fae.
I had never used the darkness that came with my magic on a human being and vowed I’d never do so. It was why my father had granted my wish to leave and live among the humans; I was an embarrassment to him.
“Where is she now?”
“Last I saw her, she was still in the emergency room working with a team.”
A team…oh, dear.
“I’ll go find her after I put my stuff away.”
