(Jerome's POV)

I follow Mitch as he leads us to his den. This place looks so strange. How do the humans have so many pieces of the sun? And the hard rock we're walking on is cut really straight, only a few cracks here and there. This place is really weird. How come everyone is hiding from the stars? Don't they know that sleeping on the ground is dangerous? I look back beside me to see Vikk and Lachlan right on my tail, and Preston a little further back while he half drags Rob forward. I'm worried about him. I've never seen someone be so sick before.

Mitch suddenly stops, making me crash into him. We fall onto the ground, Vikk and Lachlan tripping over us. Preston and Rob stop in time to avoid adding onto our dog pile. "We're here!", Mitch laughs, crawling out from the pile and pulling me up. I look around to see massive iron bars in front of us. The bars continue all around a big squared in area. Inside is the biggest human den I've ever seen, a gravel trail leading up to it. Lots of grass and a few trees dot the landscape. "You live here!?", Vikk asks in shock. "Well it belongs to my Mommy and Daddy, but me and my older brother live here too", Mitch mumbles. "Let's go inside already. Rob is getting really hot", Preston says, concern evident in his voice.

Mitch nods and goes to the side of the gate, where there is a little box with a button. He pushes it in and says, "Mitch Hughes at the gate, um.... the numbers are 5893, I think. Can you let me in please?". I can hear someone spit up some sort of drink and cough from the little box, but is sounds broken up. Is there someone inside the box? Mitch doesn't seem concerned, so I guess it's ok. A loud clicking sound rings out as the gates slowly start to grind open. "Thank you", Mitch says into the box before motioning us inside. The six of us scurry inside before the gates swing shut again. Rob tripped over his own feet and hits the ground before Preston can grab him. Coughing violently, Rob struggles to sit up as blood coats his hand. "It's ok Rob, we're so close now", Preston tries to reassure him. I walk over and scoop Rob off the ground, supporting his head with my shoulder. "We need to hurry", Lachlan whispers.

We all break into a sprint for the house, Vikk actually teleporting small distances to open the door. I won't know what's wrong with Rob. It seems really bad. I don't know what we can do to help him, either. We get to the entrance of the big human den and Mitch leads us through the big hall. I see a few other humans dressed in black gawk at us as we race by. Mitch keeps leading us up a big set of stairs and into another hall of doors. He skids to a stop at the forth one and shoves open the door.

"C'mon guys! We can take care of Rob in here", Mitch explains. I nod and quickly enter the room with everyone else right behind me. Lots of fluffy resting places are pushed up against the walls. A big table with green material on top is on the middle of the room. Mitch pulls me over to some sort of cushioned bench against the wall. I carefully lays Rob down as we all crowd around him.

"I don't know how to help", I hear Preston mumble underneath his breath. Rob groans, and I quickly switch my attention back to him. "Do you think he needs water?", Vikk asks. Mitch perks up before running back over to the door. "I need water in here! Like, LOTS of water!", he yells down the hall. I can hear a few faint sounds of surprise, and then people running around. One of the people from earlier appear in front of Mitch, wide eyed and holding a bucket of water. "Thank you, Miss", Lachlan says from his spot next to me. She looks up from Mitch, and nearly faints at the sight of the rest of us. Mitch closes the door before she can say a word and walks back over to us with the water bucket.

"Hopefully this helps. Mommy might get mad at me for getting the couch wet", Mitch mumbles, dumping the water. Rob flinches when the cold water hits his skin, opening his eyes to slits, before coughing and closing them again. "You gotta tell us what's wrong, Rob", Vikk says, nudging Rob's arm. "H-Hurts", he mumbles faintly. "Do you think we need to put him underwater?", I question out loud. "I don't think so. He wasn't any better after being in the river. He's just seems to be getting worse and worse!", Preston cries. Rob starts coughing again, his voice rough and strangled.

"Let's try and sit him up. It might help with his cough", Vikk suggests. Preston mumbles agreement before he and I gently pull Rob up against the wall. His breathing hitches, and Rob starts to lightly pant. "Rob's getting worse! What are we going to do? He's so cold...", Preston panics, feeling Rob's head with the back of his hand. Preston's lava skin keeps fading in and out with his strong emotions. We put him back on his back since it didn't seem to do any good.

In the wild, you usually rely on instincts before actual thoughts. That's how I was taught. It's how my parents and their parents were taught. Our instincts would warn us of danger before we could see it. 'Always listen when your instincts when the tell you to do something' Mamma always told me. This rule is probably why I had no hesitation to slice open my own arm when my instincts kicked in. I also made a shallow cut on Rob's arm with my claws, not even thinking about what I was doing.