Time's Daughter

Nico stared at me. "What does the Morrigan have to do with you?" he asked.
"Just answer the question, ghost boy!"
He sighed, and pull another tiny piece of glass from the gapping cut. "If I remember correctly, the Morrigan was the boss of a nationwide crime syndicate or mafia. Named after the Celtic goddess Morrigan who was the crow goddess, a goddess of death. Her reasoning for being so named was her love of murder and killing. But a little of three years ago she disappeared."
I nodded. "For the most part you got everything right, except I didn't disappear, I made a deal with the cops that I would give them all the information I had and stay as far away from all crimes as possible or they would imprison me."
Nico looked at me. "Are you trying to tell me that you are the Morrigan?" He laughed. "Somehow I find that hard to see."
I glared at him. "Hey, you wanted to know why I was wanted," I snapped. "That's why!"
He didn't say anything but I could see him fighting laughter as he stitched up my hand. I gave him a good kick. "Is there a problem, di Angelo?" I asked. He didn't say anything as he wrapped my hand in gauze. "How did you know how to do that?" I asked. "I thought children of Apollo were medically talented."
"How do you know so much?" he asked incredulous.
"I read a lot, answer my question."
"I'm majoring in medical sciences," he said simply.
I blink, caught off guard by this. "So you're studying to be a doctor?"
He nodded. "My father may be the god of the dead, but I'd much rather spend my time trying to save people's lives and prevent them from dying." He pulled me down from the counter. "I still have to look at your back, but I think you might feel more comfortable lying on your stomach for that one."
I don't say anything, as he takes my hand and pulls me into another room. His bedroom, from the look of things. My breathing is slow and shaky as I sit down in front of him. I can hear that his isn't much better. The amount of tension was unbelievable.
For a moment, we just sit there, afraid of the next step. Nico can't clearly look at my back, unless I take my shirt off. Then, trembling, his hand starts to pull the back of my shirt up. I clamp my arms down around my upper chest, so he doesn't see anything, and the black fabric is pushed over my head. It is eerily quiet as he starts to pick out pieces of glass.
My heart is hammering and my cheeks are burning. It seemed like forever had passed into an eternity when he pulled the fabric back down. Not one of us said a word or moved. I hadn't laid on my stomach like he had said, I had stayed sitting up, I turned to look at him.
He was staring at the floor, his face incredibly red. I smiled slightly and slowly grabbed one of his hands, folding his fingers with mine. He looked up at me, a smile played across his lips. He raised his other hand to my cheek, his thumb tracing my lips.
"I think I need a doctor," I whispered, inching closer.
He smiled. "What for?" he asked, also moving closer.
"Mental condition." We were only a few centimeters apart now. "I think I'm smitten."
"With?" he asked, almost closing the space between us.
"You." He makes the first move, crashing his lips against mine with enough force to knock me over. We fall against the soft mattress, Nico refusing to let up, leaving me breathless when he did. "Gods, I love you," he said, pulling strands of hair out of my face.
His phone started ringing. He groaned. "I'm not going to have one peaceful night, ever, am I?" he muttered to himself as he picked up the phone. "What do you want Leo?"
I didn't say anything. For some reason, I was starting to feel sad. So I just sat quietly and listened to him argue with Leo about something unknown. My stomach churned as I stared at my hand. Those golden sparks that had caused the explosion, had come from me. I didn't know how exactly, but I did know that the last time I'd had such a power--I had been the Morrigan.
Nico hung up the phone angrily. He turned to me. "Do mind if I step out for a few minutes?" he asked. "Leo wants me for something, and he won't tell me what."
I shrug. "Why would I mind?" I asked, trying to hide my pale sweaty palms.
He noticed. "Angel, are you feeling okay?"
I wanted to nod. I wanted to say yeah, I was feeling fine, and smile. I hated feeling weak, and sick, and having others take care of me, it made me feel like a child again.
But it didn't work. He saw straight through my forced smile. He put his hand to my forehead, and yanked it back almost immediately. "Jesus! You're burning up!"
Black dots appeared in my vision. I have having difficulty breathing and seeing. The last thing I heard before blacking out was "I'm taking you to Chiron."

Notes

I'm a bit nervous about this chapter but what ever--the next chapter just warning you is in all italics only because it's easier to explain outside of Angel's POV so basically for future reference italics mean Angel's no longer telling the story--I am! Okay?

Yeah I'm really nervous about this chapter and may actually completely delete it and rewrite if unless you tell me otherwise....gah! ^(what I write when I'm depressed) Gods I hate writing when I feel like this!