Chapter Four

“Liam I need you to go downstairs, back shelf, third one down, the yellow glass jar sealed with black wax and a honeycomb label, I need you to bring it to me, with white and black candles. My athame and my pestle and mortar as well. Now.” Weaver snapped as they took Sawyer’s belt off once more and cinched it around his upper arm, swearing as the black veins had spread up to his neck and close to his heart. They ripped Sawyer's shirt off completely and gestured to Kinsley to come closer.

“You have some healing abilities. I need you to send a pulse through his arms and tell me what it’s attacking in a medical way. I will send a pulse and look at what the magic is going after.” Kinsley nodded and focused on her brother, putting both of her hands out and letting her magic build before letting the light blue light flow over his wounds, her eyes closed as she focused. At the same time, Weaver had a deep purple glow in their hand as they sent it over his whole body, their eyes glowing gold. Kinsley yelped as her magic was shot back at her with a sharp sting and stumbled before swearing and steadying herself as Weaver waved their other hand and deflected the backlash of magic from hitting them.

“It’s like it’s going after his internal organs, everything feels like there's a necrosis to them.” Kinsley said as she pulled her long dark waves into a messy bun and away from her face as Liam ran into the room with everything Weaver sent him for, clearing off a portion of the desk so he could set them down, quickly moving and setting the candles down in 5 points around the room.

“The magic is attacking his soul, eating away at it, much like a necrosis.” Weaver looked concerned as they cracked the seal on the jar and dumped some of its contents into the mortar and pestle and then grabbed the athame and held their hand out to Kinsley. “You have the strongest magic and blood magic is stronger than them all.”

Kinsley didn’t even hesitate and held her hand out to Weaver, hissing slightly as they cut the side of her palm and made her fist her hand over the bowl, grinding the contents together when they had enough. Kinsley grabbed a discarded piece of her brother's shirt and held it over the wound, watching as Liam lit the candles and tossed her a bag of salt. She quickly opened it and made a pentagram, connecting the circles with the salt and the moment she sealed it, it was just Sawyer and Weaver in the middle of the pentagram, the power sealed in with them.

She stood beside Liam and gripped his arm with her non-injured one, both of them watching intently as Weaver placed the sticky thick contents of the far on top of the puncture wounds, muttering under their breath in a language Kinsley was unsure of. It sounded Draconian maybe, with a Druidic and a Greecian undertone, something she had never heard before. She could however feel the amount of power those words carried, a heavy blanket of static shock settling over the room as Weaver incanted, their eyes entirely gold fire now and the words resonating as if a room full of people were speaking them.

Liam gasped in shock and waved his hand, lifting the veil between the worlds enough so that sister and brother got a peek at the other side. The reason it sounded like a room full of people were incanting at the same time was because that's exactly what was happening. With Kinsley's blood, Weaver was calling on all the Andersons of the past to help heal Sawyer in the present. With a sob, Liam and Kinsley clutched each other tighter as they could see their parents in the faint grey mist, their gazes locked on Sawyer as they incanted. Liam was the only one out of them that could see beyond the veil, but none of them had had the strength to try and reach their parents, so seeing them now was definitely bittersweet.

“I need a jar, something with an airtight seal.” Weaver spoke quickly before continuing the incantation, their magic drawing the black necrosis out of the wounds. Kinsley took off to the lab, running to the back shelf and quickly finding an empty glass jar before racing back to Weaver, twisting the lid off the jar and stepping as close as she could to hold it out to them. They grabbed it in one hand and with the other directed the black ooze out of the puncture wounds and into the jar as they incanted.

They watched with bated breath as finally, Sawyer’s veins cleared and all of the necrosis was out of him, the moment it was all in the jar Weaver screwed the lid on tight and dipped their finger in the sticky paste before making a 5 point star on the top of the lid and then set it down. The silence was deafening, their blood still pumping in their ears and taking a few moments before they realized there was no more chanting and the grey haze in the room showing their ancestors was gone. It was just the 4 of them once more.

“Will he be ok?” Kinsley asked in a low voice that bordered on a whisper as she gazed at her brother in open concern. Weaver sighed and stood up, running their clean hand over their face and taking a breath before they picked up the pestle and smeared the paste on the reopened puncture wounds.

“I’m hopeful. This is a powerful tincture that is for healing, purifying and protection. With your blood mixed in, it’s even stronger. I’m cautiously optimistic Kins but I can’t say for certain.” They responded honestly before taking a gauze roll out of the medkit and wrapping it around Sawyer's arm and securing it. “He’ll need plenty of rest and to stay out of the thick of things for a while. The incantation I performed is particularly hard on the body so he may remain sleeping for most of the day and the next. I’d recommend moving him to the emergency bedroom in the back. Moving him anywhere else would be too risky.” Weaver explained as they dismissed the protective circle and started to clean up their items.

Liam nodded and picked up their brother like he was nothing, cause really with Fae strength it was easy. Kinsley sped ahead of him and made sure the bed was ready to place him in, tucking him in after Liam had set him down. Sawyer looked pale and his skin was still a little feverish, but not nearly to the extent he was when they found him. They both left the room and stood in the hall before Liam pulled his little sister into a tight hug, her bottom lip quivering as she tried so hard not to break down.

“He’s tough, Kins, he’ll pull through. Right now we can do no more for him so we might as well try and help Weaver figure out whatever the hell it was that did this to Sawyer.” Liam said as he gave her another extra tight squeeze before pulling away. She nodded and stepped back, whipping under her eyes and blowing out a breath.

“I’ll head back to the books, you stay with Weaver. They might be pretty drained as well after performing a spell like that.” Liam nodded and headed off in search of Weaver. Kinsley stood and stared at Sawyer in the bed and ran her hands over her face as she took a deep breath in. West better have a damn good explanation as to why he left Sawyer to do this job on his own or there would be hell to pay.