Chapter Forty Eight

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A few hours later . . .

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Tarloh, Talia, Shield and Nathaniel all arrived at the hospital within minutes of each other. They had been enjoyed a brief meal when they got a frantic phone call from Anya. Something had happened to Croc.

"What happened?" Tarloh said when Anya and Johan met them in the lobby.

"He . . . huh . . . he went through and then his hand came out and he was panicking and we helped pull him through but he got real sick and was throwing up . . ."

Talia wrapped her arms around Anya's shaking shoulders. The girl was spooked. "Is he . . ."

"He's alive," Johan said, a little more collected than his female counterpart. "The doctor's said he's lost the use of one eye, but no one has any idea what could have caused it. Needless to say, I think Croc found something bad. Maybe what we were looking for."

A doctor came over and informed them that th