Good girl

Damon

My heart is racing when I hear the knock on the door. Jackson had a fever that was high enough to cause seizures, and I think they would have started soon if Jessica and I hadn’t gotten him into the cool water. As soon as he opened his eyes, I could tell something was wrong. It was almost like he was hallucinating.

Jessica’s face is puffy from crying as she stands, but I shake my head, “Stay here. I’ll get it.” She nods, and I walk out of the bathroom. We could have taken Jackson to the ER, but she told me she didn’t have health insurance. I was already pretty sure they didn’t, so I called Tabby on instinct instead.

Whenever someone is sick, I always call her.

I open the door, and she grins at me, wearing only a trench coat with her lab coat over it. Her doctor’s bag is in hand, and honestly, I have never been so happy to see her in my life, “Hey, he’s in here,” I tell her, but my mouth gapes as she opens her trench coat, revealing she is wearing only lingerie underneath. My ey