aware of the flashing lights. I probably never would have thought twice about them myself. But I wasn't someone who suffered from seizures, who knew anyone who did.
"Anyone got any idea what we're supposed to do now?" I asked, looking around, seeing no answers on any familiar or foreign faces.
"Looking it up," McCoy said, walking over while looking down at his phone. "I mean, we can call an ambulance."
"She doesn't like being inside cars."
"Don't think she would notice," Seeley reasoned.
"Well, it says she will come out of it. Might be disoriented for a while. Headache, chills. Nothing too severe."
My gaze slid to Ayanna, looking for her opinion. "She's not shaking anymore," she said, making my gaze move down to see she was right. "Maybe get her inside, away from all the prying eyes. Can't imagine she wants to wake up to being a spectacle," she added.
"Right," I agreed, tucking my arms under her body, lifting her up, carrying her with me back into the house. "It's okay," I said when I noticed her gaze looking up at me, open, but unseeing. "You're alright. You had a seizure. We think," I added as I walked her through the crush of bodies on the first floor and up to the second, down the hall into the master.
"You with me?" I asked, watching her slow blink up at me. "No? Not yet. Alright. I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do right now," I admitted, taking her to the side of the bed, yanking down the comforter, and pressing her down onto it.
"McCoy said you might be cold. Can't imagine the wet thing is helping," I mumbled to myself since I was pretty sure she still wasn't completely alert yet. "Hold up," I said, jumping up to run into the bathroom to grab some towels, coming back out to wipe the water off of her, wrapping one around her center to squeeze some of it out of the fabric, then drying her hair. "Still nothing, huh? How the hell long does this take?" I asked, feeling an unfamiliar sense of helplessness overtaking me as I leaned back against the bed, reaching to pull her over my lap, trying to wrap the comforter around both of us.
"Huck?" she asked, voice small.
"Yeah, babe," I agreed, relief rushing through my system, leaving me a bit frazzled from all the adrenaline. "You had a seizure," I added.
"I figured," she agreed. "I'm wet."
"And not the good kind," I agreed. "You fell in the pool. Thank fuck Ayanna was there to grab you before I got there."
"I owe her flowers or candy or something."
"She'd like that. You good? You need to go to the hospital?"
"God, no. I just... I need to lay down for a while," she admitted.
"Luckily, got a bed right here," I said, as she looked up at me. "I can get you something dry to change into, then you can hang here until you feel better."
"I should go home."
"Why?"
"My head hurts," she admitted, and now that she mentioned it, the pain was clear in her eyes.
"Party's over," I told her, shuffling her off my lap so I could get up, find her the clothes she needed, then help her stand up so she could change. "You got this?" I asked, waving to the clothes.
"I, ah, yeah," she said, not sounding entirely convincing.
I probably should have gone out, found Ayanna, brought her back to help, but it was easier just to reach down, grab the hem of her shirt, then drag it up and off, reaching for the sweatshirt I'd found for her, yanking it down over her body, and settling it into place.
"Huck..." she said when my hands went to her shorts.
"Nothing I haven't seen before," I reminded her, yanking her soaked shorts and panties down, holding her arm as she stepped out. "Step in," I demanded after I leaned down, and tried to ignore her pussy in my face as I went. "Alright. The bed is all yours. I am going to quiet shit down. Need anything?"
"Something for my head."
"Like?"
"Whatever you have that is strongest," she said, crawling onto the bed, curling into herself, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes.
"Okay. Be right back," I told her, rushing out, barking orders to fuck off, get lost, come back next weekend, then digging around in the cabinets to try to find the pain meds they'd given McCoy for his knocked-out tooth.
"She alright?" Ayanna asked, changed into the dress she'd shown up in,