CHAPTER 17
Over the next few minutes, details filtered back to us through the crowd, now thankfully focused on the other side of the room. The girl was a junior. A cheerleader named Julie Duke. I knew the name and could call up a vague image of her face. She was pretty and well liked, and if memory served, more friendly and accepting than most of the other pom-pom-wavers.
When Julie still had no pulse several minutes after she collapsed, adults began herding the students toward the doors, almost as one. Nash and I were allowed to stay because we were Emmas ride, but the teachers wouldnt let her leave until the EMTs had checked her out. However, Julie was the top priority, so when the medics arrived, the principal led them directly to the cluster of people around her.
But it was too late. Even if I hadnt already known that, it would have been obvious by their posture alone, and the un-hurried way they went about their business, and eventually wheeled her out on a sheet-draped gurney. Then a single EMT in black pants and a pressed uniform shirt walked across the gym toward us, first-aid kit in hand. He examined Emma thoroughly, but found nothing that could have caused her collapse. Her pulse, blood pressure, and breathing were all fine. Her skin was flushed and healthy, her eyes were dilating, and her reflexes werereflexing.
The medic concluded that shed simply fainted, but said she should come to the hospital for a more thorough exam, just in case. Emma tried to decline, but the principal trumped her decision with a call to Ms. Marshall, who said shed meet her daughter there.
When I was sure Sophie had a ride home, Nash and I followed the ambulance to the hospital, where the triage nurse put Emma in a small, bright room to await examination. And her mother. As soon as the nurse left, closing the door on his way out, Emma turned to face us both, her expression a mixture of fear and confusion.
What happened? she demanded, ignoring the pillows to sit straight on the hospital bed, legs crossed yoga-style. The truth.
I glanced at Nash, whod pulled a rubber glove from a box mounted on the wall, but he only shrugged and nodded in her direction, giving me the clear go-ahead. Um I croaked, unsure how much to tell her. Or how to phrase it. Or whether my still-froggy voice would hold out. You died.
I died? Emmas eyes went huge and round. Whatever shed expected to hear, I hadnt said it.
I nodded hesitantly. You died, and we brought you back.
She swallowed thickly, glancing from me to Nashwho was now blowing up the disposable gloveand back. You guys saved me? Like, you did CPR? Her arms relaxed, and her shoulders fell in reliefshed obviously been expecting somethingweirder. I considered simply nodding, but no one else would corroborate our story. We had to tell her the truthor at least one version of it.
Not exactly. I faltered, raising one brow at Nash, asking him silently for help.
He sighed and let the air out of the glove, then sank onto the edge of Emmas bed. I sat in front of him and leaned back against his chest. Id barely broken physical contact with him since singing to Emmas soul, and I wasnt looking to do it anytime soon. Okay, were going to tell you whats going on However, I knew when he squeezed my hand that he wasnt going to tell her every thing, and he didnt want me to either. But first I need you to swear you wont tell anyone else. No one. Ever. Even if youre still living ninety years from now and itching to make a deathbed confession.
Emma grinned and rolled her eyes. Yeah, like Ill be thinking about the two of you when Im a hundred and six and breathing my last.
Nash chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist. I leaned into his chest, and his heart beat against my back. When he spoke, his breath stirred the hair over my ear, softly soothing me, though I knew that part was meant for Emma. Just in case.
So you swear? he asked, and she nodded. You know how Kaylee can tell when someones going to die? Emma nodded again, her eyes narrowed now, fresh curiosity shining in them, edged with fear she probably didnt want us to see. Well, sometimes, under certain circumstancesshe can bring them back.
With his help, I added hoarsely, then immediately wondered if his own involvement was one of the parts Nash wanted to keep to himself. But he kissed the back of my head to tell me it was okay.
Yes, with my help. His fingers curled around mine, where my hand lay in my lap. Together, wewoke you up. Sort of. Youll be fine now. Theres absolutely nothing wrong with you, and the doctor will probably decide you passed out from stress, or grief, or something. Just like the EMT did.
For nearly a minute, Emma was silent, taking it all in. I was afraid that even under Nashs careful Influence, she might freak out, or start laughing at us. But she only blinked and shook her head. I died? she asked again. And you guys brought me back. I knew I should have had that little digital health meter installed over my head, so I know when Im about to drop.
I smiled, relieved that she could see the humor in the situation, and Nash laughed out loud, his whole body quaking against my back. Well, with any luck, weve unlocked infinite health for you, he said.
Emma smiled back briefly, then her face grew serious. Was it like the others? I just collapsed?
Yeah. I hated having to tell her about her own death. In midsentence.
Why?
We dont know, Nash said before I could answer. I let his response stand, because technically it was the truth, even if it wasnt the whole truth. And because I didnt want Emma mixed up in anything that involved a psychotic, extra-grim, female reaper.
She thought for a moment, her fingers skimming the white hospital blanket. When her hand bumped the beds controller, she picked it up, glancing at the buttons briefly before meeting my gaze again. How did you do it?
Thatscomplicated. I searched for the right words, but they wouldnt come. I dont know how to explain it, and its not really important. At least as far as Emma was concerned. What matters is that youre okay.
She pressed a button on the controller, and the head of the bed rose several inches beneath her. So what happened with Julie?
That was the question Id been dreading. I glanced at my lap, where my fingers were twisting one another into knots. Then I shifted to look at Nash, hoping he had a better, less traumatizing way to explain it than simply She died for you.
But evidently he did not. We saved your life, and wed do it again if we had to. But death is just like life in some ways, Em. Everything has a price.
A price? Emma flinched, and her hand clenched the controller. The bed lowered beneath her, but she didnt even notice. You killed Julie to save me?
No! I reached out for Emma, but she scooted backward into the pillow, horrified. We had nothing to do with Julie dying! But when we brought you back, we created a sort of vacuum, and something had to fill it. Which wasnt exactly true. But I couldnt explain that there shouldnt have been a price for her life without telling her about bean sidhes, and reapers, and other, darker things I didnt even understand yet myself.
Emma relaxed a little but didnt move any closer to us. Did you know that when you saved me? she asked, and again I was surprised by how insightful her questions were. Shed probably make a much better bean sidhe than I will.
Nash cleared his throat behind me, ready to field the question. We knew it was a possibility. But your case was an exception, of sorts, so we hoped it wouldnt happen. And we had no idea who would go instead.
Emma frowned. So you didnt get a premonition about her death?
No, I Didnt. I hadnt even thought about it until she asked. Why didnt I know about her? I asked, twisting to look at Nash.
Because the reason for her death meaning the reapers decision to take her didnt exist until we brought Emma back. Which proves Julie wasnt supposed to die either.
She wasnt supposed to die? Emma hugged a hospital pillow to her chest.
No. I leaned into Nashs embrace and immediately felt guilty because shed just died, yet had no one to lean on. So I sat up again, but couldnt bring myself to let go of his hand. Somethings wrong. Were trying to figure it out, but were not really sure where to start.
Was I supposed to die? Her gaze burned into me. Id never seen my best friend look so vulnerable and scared.
Nash shook his head firmly on the edge of my vision. Thats why we brought you back. I wish we could have helped Julie.
Emma frowned. Why couldnt you?
Wewerent fast enough. I grimaced as frustration and anger over my own failure twisted at my gut. And I sort of used it all up on you.
What does that mean But before she could finish the question, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman in scrubs and a lab coat entered. She carried a clipboard and led a very flustered Ms. Marshall.
Emma, I believe this woman belongs to you? The doctor tucked her clipboard under one arm, and Ms. Marshall brushed past her and rushed to the bed, where she nearly crushed her youngest daughter in a hug.
Suddenly the bed lurched beneath us, and Nash and I jumped off the mattress, startled. Sorry. Emma dug the controller from beneath her leg, where it had fallen.
Um, were gonna go, I said, backing toward the door. My dads supposed to get in tonight, and I really need to talk to him.
Your dads coming home? Still tight within the embrace, Emma pushed a poof of her mothers hair aside so she could see me, and I nodded.
Ill call you tomorrow. Kay?
Emma frowned as her mother settled onto the bed, but nodded when the doctor held the door open for us. She would be fine. For better or worse, wed saved her life, at least for now. And with any luck, she wouldnt catch another reapers eye for a very, very long time.
Ms. Marshall waved to me as the door closed in front of us, and the last thing I heard was Emma insisting that she would have called, if she still had her phone.
Our footsteps clomped on the dingy vinyl tile as we passed the nurses station, heading for the heavy double doors leading into the ER waiting room. It was only four oclock in the afternoon, and I was exhausted. And the tickle in my throat reminded me that I still sounded like a bullfrog.