K'vk'tun: Hammocks

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Ramada stared into the cup of brown beverage that was most definitely not coffee, and then looked over at her small friend, wondering how best to delicately phrase that the stuff tasted like crap and wasn't there anything else to drink. 

She could find no euphemism that was guaranteed not to set Mykayla off (truth be told she was a bit grumpy, and Ramada couldn't blame her given the condition she was in), and so instead turned to her small friend and said:

"Do they put sugar in this?"

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Ramada took the child and held him close to her, watching. Fear was coursing through her body as she watched what was going on.

Not again. Not now...

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Scrat exploded into sudden motion, the scanner flying as he grabbed Mykayla and set out for the clinic at a dead run.

Isaiah's little arms went out with surprise, and his eyes widened before his face crinkled to cry.

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She felt like she was going to pass out, but the child's cries brought her back to reality.

With a sigh, she cuddled Isaiah even closer and clamored out of the pool, following Scrat.

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"What's wrong?" Rhea ran up, Zipporah clinging anxiously to her back. "What happened?"

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Ramada spoke quietly. "I'm not sure. She passed out right after..."

Isaiah made a noise, and she stared down at him and smiled.

"But... here he is." She showed him off as best she could: at this point she wanted to keep the child as close to her as possible in order to keep him warm. "I'm going to take him up to the clinic; he needs his parents."

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"Oh... okay.... Awww." Rhea blinked worried tears and fell into step beside her, grey eyes glued to the plump little form in her mother's arms. Zipporah too was looking, unwontedly silent.

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"We'll just have to wait and see," Ramada said gravely, walking through the door that Scrat had gone through moments before.

She drew level and asked, "What's going on?"

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"(A blood vessel's bursting,)" he replied absently in K'vk'ar, then shouted for his sister and the other doctors. They surrounded him as he neared the clinic part of the house, hustling he and Mykayla quickly into an operating room.

Warm hands suddenly closed gently over Ramada's shoulders, and then she was wrapped in a pair of massive wings the colour of sun on water.

"Easy," rumbled Seeschein gently. "Take a breath."

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"I can't."

Ramada's voice was bordering on hysterics. She hadn't understood a word of what Scrat had just said, that was a lot of shouting that just happened, and above it all Mykayla was eerily still. Twenty years ago came rushing back and she almost collapsed were it not for Seeschein holding her - and Isaiah - up.

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The blind Volk gently rubbed her back with one hand, then scooped she and the baby into his arms, still sheltering them with his wings. "You must."

"Dude, Auty Mykey's dying or somethin'!" said Rhea.

"No. They said that she vill be alright." He turned his head toward the anxious young teen.

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"That's what she said before..."

Ramada shook her head firmly, ignoring her daughter's words because they chilled her to the bone.

"I'll believe it when I see it."

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"You've seen it before," he rumbled. "Und she is not dead, only hurt."

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She shook her head again.

"Like I said. When I see her..."