Thirty Seven

As Onyx tossed back a handful of pills and Trevon sat at the dinette frowning in disapproval, Nick was thinking that this was becoming too familiar.

Either the headaches were becoming more painful or the pills were becoming less effective, because he now had to take a higher dosage to dim the pain.

The bitch of it was that the dosage and the pain thrown together acted as one hell of a sedative. Any minute now, he’d be in the land of the fairies. It wasn’t until Onyx slumped on the sofa, eyes closed, that Trevon spoke.

“That’s three headaches you’ve had today.” His voice was quiet, which Onyx appreciated.

“Yeah, well, it was a stressful day.”

Trevon cursed. “Onyx, you need to go back to Amber for more healing sessions.”

“No.”

A heavy sigh. “Onyx—”

They’re just headaches. Besides, you know as well as I do that if the sessions didn’t work the first time, they aren’t going to work a second time.”