"What do we do? How do we stop it?" Haydn asked through gritted teeth. He didn't know what was wrong, but he wanted the pain to stop. He tried to steady his breathing and focus on something other than the pain. There had to be something that could be done. He moved back from the table and shifted hoping that would alleviate something. He stepped out of his clothes that had pooled around his feet and stretched his wings. But the pain hadn't subsided at all, he was having trouble breathing. He shifted again. "There has to be something you can do."