Zephyr POV
When I clocked four months, I couldn't lift my arms. I even tried three but they wouldn't move. They just lay at my sides like dead weight.
"Zane!" My voice came out barely a whisper.
He was in the kitchen so he didn't hear me.
"Zane!" I tried again louder this time and immediately I heard running and in seconds, he appeared in the doorway.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't...I can't move my arms."
His face went pale. He crossed to the bed in two strides, lifted my right arm but it flopped back down when he let go.
"How long has this been happening?"
"Just now. I woke up and they won't...they won't work."
"We're going to the hospital now."
He didn't wait for me to argue, he just scooped me up and carried me to the car.
I'd lost so much weight that it was easy for him. I was f
