too. Can you tell me what happened?â She looked behind her and then whispered, âYou can tell me the truth, Izzie. Even if thereâs magic.â
âDog,â I said. âTwo-headed. Speaking.â
âTwo-headed. It was probably a slurg, then. What did it say?â
âKill me,â I said to Mom, desperately holding on to her arm. âSaid it wanted to kill me, kill magic.â
âCan you tell me anything else about it?â Mom asked.
âBlack,â I said. âShiny. Strong.â
âHow big?â
I tried to lift my hand, but it moved only a little. âUhâ chest high,â I said.
âI understand,â Mom said.
Then I was being lifted into the ambulance. I could hear something beeping every few seconds, and I thought Tristan must be lying next to me. He was still alive. He was going to make it.
âWeâll get you to the hospital,â said an EMT.
âJust a moment. I need to talk to her first,â said Mom. âSheâs my daughter.â There was a pause. âPrivately,â she added.
The EMT moved away. Then my mom was between me and Tristan, a hand on each of us. âIzzie, concentrate,â she said. âYou are burning up. Do you know why? Did you try to use magic?â
I shook my head from side to side, unwilling to admit even then that I had stolen her love philtre.
âAre you sure? I need to know, Izzie.â
I hesitated. âPotion,â I finally said.
âYou took a potion?â Mom asked.
I nodded.
âFrom home? One of mine?â
I nodded again.
âWell, nothing I have in the house could have caused this response. It has to be something else. Weâll have to figure it out later, after youâre safe,â Mom said. âListen, Izzie, Iâm going to give you and Tristan a healing potion. It will taste terrible, but you have to drink it all. Do you understand?â
âUh-huh,â I muttered.
âAnd one other thing,â said Mom. âI need you to spit in Tristanâs potion. And think about him getting better. Think it hard.â
âWhuh?â I said.
âI can explain everything later, but I need you to do this now. It will save his life, Izzie, if it can be saved.â
It made no sense to me. I wasnât a witch, and Iâd never seen Mom spit in her potions to make them more powerful. But Iâd save my questions for later.
âSpit,â said Mom.
I spat into the bottle she held to my mouth. I saw a flash of fire, but it disappeared so quickly I wondered if I had imagined it.
Mom certainly didnât say anything about it. She swirled the potion around, then tried to dribble it into Tristanâs mouth.
He choked and spat it back up.
âIt will help you,â said Mom urgently. âIâm a witch. Tristan, listen to me.â She tried to pour it in, but he spat it up again reflexively.
âIzzie, youâve got to get him to take this. Heâs slipping fast. Any other human would be dead from a slurg bite. I donât know why heâs survived as long as he has already. Youâre his friend, right?â
âYes,â I said. I was his friend, and more.
âThen youâve got to get him to listen to you.â
I tried to lift myself up on one elbow, but it was hard. I felt like I had suddenly turned into an elephant but had only a mouseâs portion of strength. I would do anything for Tristan, though, even drag my elephant self over to his stretcher and lean close to his ear.
âTristan,â I said. âItâs Izzie. Nod your head if you can hear me.â
He nodded very slightly and groaned.
âYouâre sick, Tristan. That dog poisoned you with his bite. Youâve got to drink something to make you better. Do you trust me?â
âIsolââ He tried to get my name out, but he was drifting in and out of consciousness.
âTristan, listen to me,â I said as loudly as