Mark doesn't say anything on our ride back. He drives us to his house.
My head starts to spin as I go through things in my head. I can feel myself getting weaker.
I was withering away, just like her.
I shake those thoughts away. I'm fine. I'll be fine. I have to be fine.
As we reach the house I don't make a move to get out. After all the crying, the headaches, and the drama I was exhausted. More than ever.
Mark picks me up without being asked and carries me on his back.
He sets me on the couch as he smiles wickedly at me.
I look at him confused but opt for making myself comfortable to take a nap.
"VEE HAS A BOYFRIEND!" Mark shouts.
I jolt up only to have my head spin.
Groaning I slump back down as a squeal comes from somewhere upstairs.
Ash rushes in to stand by me. She jumps and claps like a child. She pushes my feet off the couch making me cry out in pain. She looks at me apologetically and gently rests my legs on top of hers.
"Tell me everything," she demands.
"Let me get the popcorn," Mark says.
"Do kiss and tell," says Bass walking in.
"Wait for us," Maggie says as she walks in with her arm interlocked with Tristan's.
Tristan is the only one that looks at me apologetically. The rest look at expectantly.
"Mark kissed me," I blurt out.
Mark laughs as he comes in with popcorn. They all groan.
He walks right up to me and gently grabs the side of my face and plants another kiss on my lips.
I blush.
His kisses are sweet and gentle.
"And I'll do it again until you admit you have a boyfriend," he says plotting down on a couch.
"You met your mate?" Maggie asks me.
"How blue are his eyes, is it light blue, like white, or baby blue?" Ash rushes to ask questions, assuring me that he already had told them.
"They're almost grey, like a really stormy blue. If that make sense," I answer without thinking.
Ash squeals again.
"Did you bond?" Tristan asks me.
"No, I stopped it before it finished. Sunglasses do work," I inform him. He nods as if making a mental note.
I look at Maggie as she smiles sweetly at me. "I told him I needed time. I don't know why, before you ask. I don't want a mate but I also don't want to hurt him." I sigh resting deeper into the couch.
"How are you feeling?" She asks, concern laces her words.
"Like I'm dying," I say honestly.
"So we aren't training today?" Bass asks, clearly disappointed.
They glare at him but I laugh before clutching my ribs. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't seem to heal properly or at all."
Tears form on my eyes but I don't let them fall. Blinking them away I focus on my breathing.
A cold hand touches me. The coolness is heavenly against my burning skin. Burning? Was I ever burning? I don't remember burning...
I must have lost consciousness as I awake in a bed. I look around but the room is dark. Which I was grateful for. My eyes have been burning at the sight of light. I try to get up but the pain is much more greater now. Instead of healing I was getting worse.
It felt like all the sickness that I should have gotten at some point are coming at me with a vengeance.
I was burning up and my damp skin was making the sheets stick to me. I needed to get off of them.
I tried to get out of bed but my legs give out and I fall to the ground.
The door slams open as Mark comes to me. He picks me up to put me back on the bed but I protest. "Closet." I whisper.
My mouth is dry and I felt like my blood was boiling. Mark takes me to a giant closet, he manages to spread a blanket as he gently lays me down. "Wa-wa-wat-" my mouth dries up. I can't even speak.
"Okay, I'll be right back," he says kissing my forehead.
He soon comes with a cold glass of water. I drink it hungrily as if I hadn't drank any before.
I let the darkness take me again.