He laughed as he explained, "I called you Cherie, Shai-ree. It means darling or dear in French."
Lines of worry creased his face and when Zara's feet went from under her, he leaped like a lithe cat and prevented her fall.
He sat on the floor, with Zara in his arms. "Z, Z...look at me." He shook her hard but her eyes were drooping. Plain anguish was written on his face as he held her face in his hands, "Z, baby talk to me please."
When she wouldn't open her eyes, he lifted her in his arms and put her on his bed. "Alice, Alice" he screamed as he scrambled to find the potion, running to the large cupboard that stored it.
Alice heard his voice and closed the door behind her, "Shh...we have a patient here. Why are you screaming?"
She wanted to reprimand him for creating a ruckus but one look at his face told her something was off. His breathing was ragged and it was as if he was living his worst nightmare over again.
