Blue shivered for most of the night. Her body sapped as much warmth from Omega's as it possibly could, trying to keep her internal temperature regulated. The cool air brought the the storm, so welcomed by the island's other inhabitants, was another dangerous enemy to the suffering hybrid, still too sick and weak to put up much of a fight.

The following morning revealed Blue still too weak to be more than semi-coherent; she'd opened her eyes briefly and managed a small smile for her worried mate, but had burrowed back into his arms right after, leeching all the warmth she could. Every breath brought pain; her strained muscles throbbed, but those were minor hurts compared to the agony inside.

Abdominal cramps came and went, often so sudden that a spasm had her writhing in misery, too breathless to screech. She could only mewl, licking dry lips and fighting off the shocky shivers as her body tried to purge itself of the drugs. She slipped in and out of a fitful, restless sleep, unable to be easy even with her mate's strong, careful arms around her.

By the afternoon, she'd slipped into unconsciousness again, unaware of Delta's trilling call, seeking any sign of her or Omega, or the arrival of the rest of her family, armed to the teeth and more than willing to do whatever possible to get their Beta to safety.