He waited patiently for her to stand up before leading her out of the gym and down the corridor to the lab. He held the door open for her as she passed through.
“Oh what’s wrong now?” Zeke asked as they entered. “I swear, how many times have I had to fix you this week?”
She stuck her tongue out at him. “I fell on my arm funny and it hurts.”
He sighed exaggeratedly, as if making her better was such an effort. To be honest, Beth thought he was magic or something, an injury that would usually take a fortnight to heal could be gone overnight with one of Zeke’s miracle creams that he made especially for the specific injury.
“Come on then, let’s see what’s going on with your arm,” he said as he led her through into the infirmary. “Are you staying, Elijah?”
“Want me to?” he asked Beth.
She smiled. “No, its okay, thanks.”
He nodded and left.
“You know, as your doctor, I could stop you doing exercise,” Zeke pointed out.
“You are my temporary doctor,” she teased, sitting down on the bed he stopped by.
“And I’m sure I’m better than any of your human doctors by far.”
“Of course, but still only temporary.”
He grinned and pulled a chair up in front of her as he gently took hold of her arm.
She gasped in pain as he touched her forearm. He apologised and his touch became even lighter.
“Distract me,” she commanded, taking deep breaths.
“Distract you? With what?” he asked, frowning.
“Um, how’s Caelan doing?”
“Caelan? Caelan’s doing well, slowly getting better. Still on bed rest for the next few days though. I’m not a hundred per cent sure about what he’s actually got but it’s nothing too serious, thankfully; I don’t know what I’d do if it was something bad.”
“Cancer,” he replied immediately without looking at her. “We don’t have a cure for cancer yet. It’s more complex than human cancer; there aren’t very many who actually understand how it works. My father is the leading practitioner in that field at the moment.”
“Is it a terminal disease for vampires too?”
He nodded. “My mother died from it when I was young.”
“But what Caelan has, it’s nothing major, right?”
“It’s probably just flu. He’s been having symptoms of it; fevers, chills, hallucinations and delusions.”
“I don’t really remember what it was like when I had it.”
“Oh, of course, I forgot that you managed to contract it. Takes a lot of skill, that,” he said, grinning up at her.
She rolled her eyes. “What do you mean hallucinations and delusions? What sort of thing has he been seeing?”
“He said that he met his brother the other day. He doesn’t have a brother. He thought I was going to hurt him when I went to check on him. When I went to bed last night he didn’t know who I was; I had to sleep on the couch. They’re very comfortable at least.”