Sid shared a look with Gregor before turning her head back toward Brenna. "Then if you're going to kiss him and start the frenzy, I'd do it sooner rather than later. While it's unlikely, a bigger seizure could grip him and do permanent damage." She bobbed her head, and Sid added, "We'll stay initially, to ensure nothing goes wrong. But if the frenzy erupts, we'll leave you alone. However, if anything changes or becomes out of control, you need to hit the call button."
Taking a deep breath, she looked at Killian. "Okay. Is there anything you can give me to wake up my dragon?"
Gregor answered, "The kiss may do it on its own. If not, we can try a stimulant, but it's not guaranteed to work."
Brenna walked to Killian's bedside. Running her fingers through his short hair, she hoped this worked. Even if he wanted nothing to do with her after, that was fine. It meant Killian would have the chance to protect his family back home, just as he'd vowed when his father had died.
She wasn't sure why that was so important, but maybe it was just her sympathy for a male who'd endured so much in such a short time.
Her heart thundering in her chest, she leaned down and pressed her lips to Killian's firm ones. While familiar, he remained unresponsive.
After a minute had passed and nothing happened to him or to her dragon, she stood. She refused to believe that was it. She looked to the doctors and asked, "Can you give me the stimulant? My dragon isn't stirring."
Gregor quickly cleaned an area on her upper arm and injected her with something. A rush of adrenaline coursed through her body. Her heart rate increased and after a few more seconds, a sleepy voice spoke inside her head. What happened?
I'll explain later. I just need you awake.
Before her beast could question her further, Brenna kissed Killian again.
She expected her dragon to demand Killian's cock and to ride him.
However, she merely yawned and stretched out her wings. Why did you wake me? I want to go back to sleep.
I don't understand. We kissed him earlier and you said he was our true mate.
Whoever you just kissed is different. I want to sleep.
Standing upright again, she murmured, "What's happening to you, Killian?"
Gregor's Scottish brogue filled the room. "There's no frenzy?"
"No. My dragon said he's different."
Appearing at her side, Gregor stared at Killian's face. "Maybe the shadow dragon finally embraced him. That could make him a different male."
Not wanting to dwell on the fact that might mean old Killian had returned, she asked, "Then why is he seizing as if his dragon had gone rogue?"
"For all we know, the two dragon personalities could be distinct and are fighting inside his mind."
She clenched a fist over her heart. "Then what do we do?"
Gregor's gentle voice filled the room. "I recommend trying to wake up Killian. Then Tristan can work with him on containing his dragon or dragons. The sooner we attempt to tame the rogue presence inside Killian's mind, the better chance we have at preserving his sanity."
"I'll contact Tristan straight away," Sid said as she exited the room.
Gregor placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. "We're going to do our best to save him, Brenna. But you need to prepare yourself for the worst. I've never heard of a male with two dragon personalities in one brain before. It may be too much. One can be quite a handful on its own. Two would require unbelievable strength."
She took Killian's hand and threaded her fingers through his. "If anyone was strong and stubborn enough to tackle that challenge, it would be Killian O
'Shea."
"That's the way to think of it, lass. Being strong under circumstances such as these isn't easy, especially for someone you care about but who may not feel the same way. Regardless, Killian has formed an attachment to you. Hopefully no matter what's happened, it's enough to entice him to fight for sanity as well as his life."
As she gripped his hand tighter, she only hoped so, too.
Chapter Thirteen
Killian couldn't see anything, but he heard two voices—those of the baby dragon and the shadow dragon.