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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"(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..."