Orion knocked on Sarah’s door but there was no answer. “Sarah,” he called to her. “Sarah.” His cries had alerted the maid in charge of these rooms. “Open this door.”
She did.
Orion searched everywhere. He noticed the door to the bathroom was locked. As he walked away from the bathroom door to leave, a feeling washed over him not to. As he walked back to the bathroom door, he grew weak. “Sarah.” He called to the maid. “Open it.” She did so.
Sarah was sitting in the bathroom floor leaning against the tub. Her head was spinning. A fire was growing in the pit of her stomach. Slowly, painfully it was moving to her chest. A sudden pain, like someone stabbed her, radiated from her heart. She slid down the tub, her head caught on the rim. She looked like a fish out of water gasping for breath.
She heard Orion but was unable to do anything about it.
“Sarah!”
A huge man appeared behind Orion.
“Sarah.” Orion called lifting her head. “Sarah.”
She whispered but the words was too soft.
“Say it again.” Orion encouraged.
“Ol,” was squeaked out.
“Put her on the bed and go get Carter.” Orion called to the stranger.
He did.
Dr. Carter walked into the room. “Sarah.”
“In here.” Orion called to him.
“What happened?” He leaned over her, examining her.
“Ol,” she hissed again.
“What is she saying?” Carter asked.
Orion shook his head, “I don’t know.” He sat on her left side, holding her hand.
James walked in, “what’s going on?”
“We don’t know yet.” Jack answered. “We just found her.”
“Ol,” she moaned again.
King James’ turned white.
She tightened her grip on Orion’s hand. “G ceo qztnn bft qenb.”
“I know I am hearing things.” James remarked.
“What is she saying?” Orion asked.
James stormed out of the room.
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