*storm's POV*

I glanced at Hermes, I felt his hesitation and a dark dread began to hold on me. I signed. "What is it, Hermes?"

"My injuries are very severe, Storm. You still have to access the scene from the past and complete your task, whatever that task may be. My body can not heal itself at this point, I have to choice than to travel all the way to the ancient healer." He voice was so grim.

I went closer to were he sat, there was a small silence. My fingers curled tighter in his hair. I couldn't breath, couldn't find enough air to drag into my lungs. I...