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Bold text Chapter one

“Keefe.” Sophie felt like she was drowning. It had been days since she conversed with Councillor Lyingcurls. And nothing had gotten better. The Neverseen were still at large. Keefe was still in a coma. And Fitz was still cold. Not that she wanted him anymore. She had realized during the last few days that she hated him. Loathed him. He was the cause of her anger. He overreacted about everything. He was so annoying with those teal eyes. Her new favorite color was icy blue, she decided. It was just so much more appealing.

She was leaning over Keefe. His motionless body ceased to move. His lungs ceased to breathe. And yet Elwin assured her he was still alive. Then he twitched. His body shook. And he sat right up and vomited all over her clothes. “Elwin!!!” She screeched. “He’s awake!!” She took a breath. Finally. Finally the one person who'd always understood was back. Finally.

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A few minutes later, Keefe was propped up on a table. He hadn’t said a word since he had woken up and his eyes stared ahead. Unseeing. Broken. Sophie delved into his head, which looked the same before “the thing” as it did now. Just no thoughts coming to the surface. Italic text Keefe! Bold text She transmitted. Italic text Sophie? Your there? I feel so... strange. I saw some bad things Sophie.

'Bold text Sophie gasped. “He’s there!” Elwin rushed over. “He is? Transmit again.” Italic text Hello? Bold text Sophie tried, but it never came again. She spent the rest of the afternoon staring at him, hoping some part of him would come back. Elwin joined her, checking him over with all the colored lights in his retinue. He shrugged. “Can’t fell what’s wrong. Mentally or physically. It looks like he’s just choosing not to speak.”

Sophie looked down. “He did tell me he saw some bad things. He seemed pretty traumatized.” This time Elwin gasped. “Oh I know what this is! When an elf has a bad experience with something, or sees something traumatic, they go into what the elves call a ‘traumatic coma’. It usually doesn’t last long, varying from a few hours to a few days depending on the elf. But he should be fine.” She let out a breath that she hadn’t realized she had been holding.

“So he’ll be okay?” Elwin sighed. “I wouldn’t say okay, but he’s good enough for you to not worry. Just go home Sophie. Edaline will be worried.” She kept down from her stool and walked out the door dejectedly. Having one last hasty glance at Keefe’s motionless body. Feeling more lost then ever.

“Bring bring bring!” Her imparter rang. She looked down to check it. “Incoming call from...” she rolled her eyes at the name. “Fitz.” She presses ignore and continued on her way. Then it rang again. She checked it to make sure it was just Fitz. But it wasn’t. Across the screen in red letters wrote: “emergency contact- councillor Oralie”