wasn’t a doctor. He was wearing someone else’s borrowed clothes and still had a raging headache.
His stomach growled. He wondered how long it had been since he had eaten. Nurse Eastwick had mentioned something about a diner named Minnow’s. As long as it had anything edible at all, he would be satisfied. He just had to figure out how to pay for it. Maybe someone left a wallet among the other discarded clothing.
With his stomach protesting, Aleric pushed open the doors to the D Wing. He paused at the threshold and stared.
“No!” the vampire shrieked.
“Say it, Dartan!” the fairy commanded.
“Never!” the vampire said. He shook his head back and forth.
The fairy pulled the electric cord Aleric had wrapped around the vampire. The vampire’s bed inched closer to the light. His head was millimeters from the burning rays.
Against the window, the selkie still slept oblivious to the commotion.
“What is going on here?” Aleric demanded.
He crossed the room and snatched the cord from the fairy.
“I was just practicing a little payback,” she said. She stuck her tongue out at the vampire. “He was going to eat me for a snack, remember?”
“She’s evil,” Dartan said, his red eyes wide and pleading. “She’s twisted in the head! Doc, you can’t leave me in her hands! My life is on the line here.”
Aleric looked at the fairy. “What were you trying to make him say?”
“That I’m cute,” she replied. She put her hands on her hips. “I told him if he said it I would forgive him for wanting to suck my blood.”
Aleric rolled his eyes and looked back at the vampire. “You couldn’t have just said she was cute?”
Dartan shook his head. He looked ridiculous with the silver tape flapping on the side of his mouth. “My mother taught me to never lie. I always listen to my mother.”
“Your mother’s dead!” Tranquility told him.
“She’s a vampire,” the vampire replied. “Of course she’s dead.”
“My mother’s cute,” the fairy said. “Even you would think so.”
“She’d make a cute snack,” the vampire said.
The fairy raised the wooden stake she held. “I’ll plunge this into your heart,” she threatened. “It’ll kill you.”
“Plunging a wooden stake into anyone’s heart would kill them,” Dartan pointed out.
Aleric wanted to shout at them both and laugh at the same time. They were in the middle of a complete world displacement and the same Light and Dark fae wars continued. Perhaps that sense of normalcy was what kept both of the fae creatures from focusing on the fact that they were no longer in their world.
“Can we hold a truce for a moment?” Aleric asked. “We have a few things to discuss.”
“Is that blood?” the vampire asked.
Aleric lifted the bag in his hand. The vampire’s red eyes followed it. He lowered the bag and the vampire turned his head to keep it in sight.
Aleric watched him closely. “If I give you the blood, will you work with me?”
“If you give me the blood, I’ll do anything you want,” the vampire replied.
“Make him say I’m cute!” the fairy said.
Aleric shook his head. “No, Tranquility. I’m not going to do that.” He crossed his arms. “We’re going to divide this room in half, and I need help doing it. We have another patient coming in after surgery and I don’t need to worry about Dark fae and Light fae fighting. Also, there’s a demon.”
“A demon!” both Tranquility and the vampire repeated.
“You get him,” Tranquility said.
“No, you get him,” Dartan shot back.
Aleric fought down the urge to squeeze the bag of blood until it exploded.
“He’s Dark fae. Dartan, you get him,” Aleric told the vampire.
“Ha!” the fairy said, sticking out her tongue again.
Aleric started unwrapping the extension cord.
“Uh, Wolfie, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Tranquility asked.
“If you stay in the sunlight, you’ll be fine,” Aleric replied.
He wasn’t sure that was true,