{"sf1_id":864914,"sf2_id":"k1Vd28Gm","title":"Amber Silverblood: Chapter Fifty Eight","author":"ThisAdamGuy","words":1560,"posted_at":"2015-05-23T12:59:00.000Z","tags":["Action","Adventure","Betrayal","Demon","Fantasy","Gangs","Ghoul","Mage","Magic","Suspense","Transformation","Urban","Urban Fantasy","Warlock","Werewolf","gremlin","wizard"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/864914-amber-silverblood-chapter-fifty-eight","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1Vd28Gm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/eb/37/eb371b4f-21cf-43b4-b7c0-5cf88c9e0b88","description":"#62 of Amber Silverblood\n\nAmber gets Kimberly home, but something's wrong... she's not healing! Amber can think of only one thing to do: call for help.","content":"Chapter Fifty Eight\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nKimberly woke up at sunrise.\u0026nbsp; I was sitting on the edge of my bed watching her, and the moment her eyes opened I jumped up and ran to her.\n\n\"Hey, baby girl,\" I said softly.\u0026nbsp; \"How do you feel?\"\n\nShe looked up at me, her eyes bleary and unfocused, and said, \"My head hurts.\"\u0026nbsp; Her voice was rough, like she had a sore throat, and I nodded.\n\n\"I know,\" I told her.\u0026nbsp; \"You're going to be okay.\"\n\nShe stared blankly at me for a few seconds, and then croaked, \"I feel dizzy.\"\n\nI glanced at the swollen purple knot on her forehead.\u0026nbsp; I had hoped it would go down before morning, but it hadn't.\u0026nbsp;My stomach twisted in worry, but I tried to keep it off my face.\n\n_She's a werewolf,_ I told myself.\u0026nbsp; _If Tyler can shrug off a bullet to the spine, then a bump on Kimberly's head won't keep her down for long._\n\n\"What happened?\" she asked.\n\n\"You... had an accident last night,\" I told her.\u0026nbsp; How much did she remember?\u0026nbsp; Did she remember how she'd tried to change?\u0026nbsp; I sat there, waiting for her next question, until I realized that she probably hadn't even heard me.\u0026nbsp; The look on her face told me not much was going on in her head, as did the little trail of spit running down her chin.\n\n\"Kimberly?\" I asked tentatively.\u0026nbsp; \"Are... are you there?\"\n\nSlowly, her eyes turned to look at me, but she didn't answer.\u0026nbsp; She raised her hand to her forehead, her movements sluggish, but I grabbed her before she could touch the bump.\n\n\"Don't touch it, okay?\" I said, gently putting her hand down at her side again.\u0026nbsp;\"Just let it get better.\"\n\nShe stared at me again for a few seconds. \"...kay.\"\n\nThen her eyes closed, and she went back to sleep.\u0026nbsp; I sighed, getting up pacing the room.\u0026nbsp; My feet felt like they each weighed a ton, and they were only getting heavier with each step.\u0026nbsp; Between chasing down Roy yesterday and being with Kimberly last night, I was exhausted.\u0026nbsp;I couldn't go to sleep, though.\u0026nbsp;Not with my little girl like this.\u0026nbsp;What if she woke up again?\u0026nbsp; What if she got worse while I was asleep?\u0026nbsp; I wasn't a doctor, and I knew I wouldn't be able to do much if something happened, but... well, being awake was still better than sleeping through it, right?\n\nMy frustration suddenly spiked, and I began to beat my forehead with my fist.\u0026nbsp;Stupid, stupid, stupid!\u0026nbsp; How could I have let this happen?\u0026nbsp; I was supposed to be helping her, but all I was doing was making things worse!\u0026nbsp; I looked at her helpless little body lying there on the bed, and was forcibly reminded of how she'd looked in the funeral home.\u0026nbsp; I'd put her in that funeral home.\u0026nbsp; I'd put her in that bed.\u0026nbsp; I had essentially picked up her life and shattered it on the ground-- and now I was picking up the individual pieces, one by one, and throwing them on the ground all over again.\n\nGroaning, I sat down on my bed and put my head in my hands.\u0026nbsp; Maybe Kimberly would be better off without me.\u0026nbsp; No, I immediately threw that idea out the window.\u0026nbsp;As horrible as I felt right then, I wasn't about to abandon her to the Swag Pag.\u0026nbsp; I was the only person she had, even if I was the worst person in the world for it.\u0026nbsp; I had to figure out some way to help her.\u0026nbsp; I had to...\n\nBut like I said, I wasn't a doctor.\n\nThere was only one thing I could think to do, then.\u0026nbsp; I really didn't want to do it, but I didn't want to see Kimberly like this even more.\u0026nbsp; I got up, feeling a little stupid, and went to stand in the middle of the room.\n\n\"Dex?\" I said.\u0026nbsp; \"Ed?\u0026nbsp; I need some help.\"\n\nNo answer came, and I wasn't exactly expecting one.\u0026nbsp; But I was Majestic's big investment, right?\u0026nbsp;There's no way Kimberly and I weren't being watched in here.\u0026nbsp; It was something I'd tried my best not to think about, but now, maybe, it could work to my advantage.\n\n\"Kimberly got hurt,\" I went on.\u0026nbsp; \"It's... it's my fault.\" My voice broke, but I kept talking.\u0026nbsp; \"She's not healing, and I don't know what to do.\u0026nbsp;I'm scared.\u0026nbsp; Help her.\u0026nbsp; Please, I don't care what you want in exchange. \u0026nbsp;Just do something for her!\"\n\nAnd that was that.\u0026nbsp; I couldn't think of anything else I could do.\u0026nbsp; I just had to sit and wait, hoping Majestic would feel charitable enough to help a poor five year old girl.\n\n_She's doomed,_ I thought miserably, falling backwards so I was lying down on my bed.\u0026nbsp; They'd only helped me before because they had benefited from it too.\u0026nbsp;Who knew what they would want in return for this?\n\n_Maybe,_I'm _the one who was doomed._\n\nBut as I laid there, stewing over all the horrible things that might come of this, and the horrible things that might happen anyway, my brain chose that moment to shut down, and I gave in to my exhaustion.\n\nThe clock on my nightstand told me it was past noon when I finally woke up.\u0026nbsp;I felt a lot better after getting some sleep, but that didn't stop me from having a panic attack when I realized I'd just gone over five hours without checking on Kimberly.\u0026nbsp; I shot out of bed and to her side, and was relieved to see that she hadn't changed.\u0026nbsp; Well, the bump on her head was still the same size, which wasn't particularly comforting, but at least she hadn't died or anything.\n\n\"You still asleep?\" I whispered into her ear.\u0026nbsp; She didn't respond, or even move, so I carefully adjusted the pillow behind her head and backed away.\u0026nbsp; Until I got word from Majestic, _if_ I got word from Majestic, I would just have to...\n\nMy foot came down on something slick, and I nearly tripped.\u0026nbsp; I looked down, and saw that I was standing on a folded up piece of paper.\n\n_Another note, Tyler?_ I thought, annoyed.\u0026nbsp; _Get a clue.\u0026nbsp;I don't care if you're sorry for what..._\n\nAs I unfolded the paper, everything seemed to come to a halt.\u0026nbsp; That wasn't Tyler's handwriting.\u0026nbsp; It wasn't handwriting at all.\n\nIt was a photograph of Victor.\n\nHis mouth moved.\u0026nbsp; \"Hello, Amber.\"\n\nI'll admit, I jumped a little when the picture spoke.\u0026nbsp; It was far from the weirdest thing I'd ever seen, but I hadn't really been expecting it.\u0026nbsp; His voice sounded a little muffled, like it was coming out of a TV, but it was definitely his.\n\n\"Before you start yammering, let me tell you that I cannot hear you,\" he went on in his usual bluntness.\u0026nbsp; \"This is a prerecorded message, and the paper will combust when it is over.\u0026nbsp; I suggest you not have it in your hand when that happens.\n\n\"There is a doctor on the corner of Walnut Street who can give Kimberly the help she needs.\u0026nbsp; She has not gone through her first change yet, so her healing abilities are not as strong as they should be.\u0026nbsp; Bring her to him, and he will admit you.\u0026nbsp; His name is Richard Munse.\"\n\n\"Hold on,\" I interrupted him, forgetting that he couldn't hear me, \"why are _you_ helping me?\"\n\nVictor kept talking.\u0026nbsp; \"Do not tell Dr. Munse that either of you are Silverbloods.\u0026nbsp; Your existence is still classified.\u0026nbsp; If he asks, you are to only say that you are werewolves, and Kimberly has yet to go through her first full moon.\"\n\nI stared at the talking photo, almost unable to believe what I was hearing.\u0026nbsp;I would have expected Ed or Dex or even Mr. Wrogan to help me, but _Victor?_\u0026nbsp;The guy who wanted to keep both me and Kimberly as lab rats?\u0026nbsp; The one who put us in the Swag Pag in the first place?\u0026nbsp; I didn't believe for a minute that he actually had our best interests at heart.\u0026nbsp; What was he up to?\n\nBehind me, Kimberly moaned in her sleep, and instantly all of my doubts were chased away.\u0026nbsp; I still didn't trust the creep-- not by a long shot.\u0026nbsp; But if there was a chance his advice could help Kimberly, then I'd take it.\n\n\"And another thing,\" Victor said, bringing my attention back to him.\u0026nbsp; \"I did not put you in that pack so you could sit around and be abused.\u0026nbsp; Get your act together, you stupid girl!\"\n\nBefore I even had a chance to wonder what he meant by that, the sheet of paper burst into flame, and I dropped it.\n\nNEXT TIME: See?\u0026nbsp; Victor's not such a bad guy!\u0026nbsp; He's got a nice side to him, buried under all that snark and... evil.\u0026nbsp; I bet he's secretly a department store Santa during the winter because he loves kids so much!\u0026nbsp; But anyway... time for Kimmie to go to the doctor!\u0026nbsp; Just FYI, I see absolutely nothing that can go wrong with this whatsoever.\u0026nbsp; The doctor's office is a fun place full of smiles, rainbows, and needles. :D\n\nAlso, if you haven't yet, go check out my other story, The Slayer and the Sphinx!\u0026nbsp; It's more of your typical action/adventure YA fantasy, but if you like Harry Potter or Percy Jackson, you'll probably like it too.\u0026nbsp; New chapters posted every Wednesday.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Amber Silverblood","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/861943-amber-silverblood-chapter-fifty-seven.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/867424-amber-silverblood-chapter-fifty-nine.json"}}