How Long Do We Hide For?

"Can I go see Hermione now? Dallas asked quietly.

"Not yet," Lyla whispered, "Wait until your headaches gone, then it'll be safe for you to move."

"No better than yesterday." Hermione whispered.

Hunter felt his sister's forehead and cheeks. "You certainly don't look any better."

"I need o see her, Lyl, I need too..." Dallas whined quietly.

"No."

After a while, Hunter had Hermione on a drip to see if he could get more blood into her system and Hermione was trying to get some more sleep.

Dallas eventually convinced Lyla to let him go and silently entered Hermione's room, "Give her this, it's what they gave me. Antidote, it'll work a definite." he promised, handing a small vial to Hunter

"She isn't dieing of what happened to you..." Hunter told him, but he tried it anyway.

"It'll save the kid at least," Dallas grumbled quietly, sitting himself down beside Hermione and interlocking his fingers with hers, asking, "What's she dying of?"

"Last time I checked, it was your kid that was killing her, it shreaded her inside."

"The kids been dying itself, it hasn't been strong enough to do that."

"Well something shredded her insides."

"Don't fight." Hermione whispered.

"It wasn't mine and her kid," Dallas growled.

"Are you sure about that?"

"That kid has been dying along with her up until the money that antidote got into Hermione's system. Leave Hunter."

"Me leave? No way, but out you go loverboy and let the door hit you on the way out."

"Why would I leave my pregnant, ill girlfriend, hmm?" Dallas spat with a growl.

"And why would I leave my sister?"

"Stop blaming my child for this," Dallas growled simply in response. "She's due to have it soon and I don't want you here when it's born because you obviously hate him or her for no apparent reason."

"She is still my sister and I promised to stay with her to the end, so you just go and crawl back to your pack little boy."

"Hunter. Dallas. Stop it." Hermione told them.

"There isn't going to be an end because she's going to be fine," Dallas snarled, pulling another vial out of his pocket and telling Hermione, "Drink this Hermione, it'll help make you feel better. Help make you better. Make sure you stay alive since your brother seems to have so little faith in you."

"I can't." She whispered.

"Everything she has ate or drank she has thrown up within the 5 minutes of eating it."

Dallas just shrugged and simply injected her with the liquid instead, "In the blood. Problem solved. All better. You can leave now Hunter." He growled

He looked at his sister. "Do you want me to go?"

Hermione nodded. "Thank you." She watched him disappear and she looked at Dallas. "What too you so long?" She whispered playfully.

"Only back because Lyla has a friend that has weird witch powers," He whispered.

She nodded. "I thought you weren't coming back at all."

"Nor did I," He shrugged.