Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-43957690-20191111212029/@comment-43957690-20191112005834

Chapter One:

Sophie stared at the pink-blue petals on the ground. They were soft on her fingers when she bent down to scoop some into her pockets. Panakes were beautiful, yes, but they were also useful.

Maybe not in her case, but Sophie still liked to pretend. Pretending was better than doing nothing, and perhaps the one thing keeping her sane.

Deep down, Sophie knew that the flowers wouldn't wake Keefe up.

She neglected to tell herself that, though, as she turned from Calla's tree and made her held up her pathfinder to the light. Her adoptive parents had given her the pathfinder because they knew that if she wanted to go somewhere, she could just tleleport, but leaping was easier on her mind.

She felt herself glitter away, and moment later, reappear at Everglen. Della was ready to open the gates for her, and Sophie gave a nod of thanks.

"Is he-?" Sophie began.

"Not yet." Della whispered.

Sophie nodded, choking down a knot in her throat. Had she really expected anything would be different this time? Two weeks, she'd been leaping to Everglen to vizit Keefe.

And that didn't include the exta week that he'd spent in the hospital in the beginning. Sophie had decided to have him moved out of the hospital, and she sure as hack wasn't going to leave him at the Shores of Solace with Lord Cassius.

She wished that it could have been Havenfeild. That way she could watch over him constantly... maybe even be there when he woke up.

When he woke up.

Sophie couldn't let her mind dive into if.

As she entered the humongus mansion, Sophie saw quietly Della leave her side. It was fine though, because she'd memorized the way to Keefe's room, and didn't need anyone leading her there.

Sophie didn't know where Fitz and Biana were, but she'd seen them earlier today at Foxfire. Now it was time for Keefe.

The room was simple, a bit plain, by elvish standards. But Sophie had made it her duty to change that. Each time she came she'd bring something for him. This time the Panakes.

Her eyes landed on his face. Eyes closed, a litte drool pooling at the side of his mouth where his cheek touched the pillow. His blonde hair was unstyled, as there wasn't any need for it to be, and over the past three weeks, the product keeping it in artfull spikes had depleted.

He didn't deserve to be in a coma. He'd been so kind, and brave.

Sophie sat in the chair by his bed, and fished the Panakes from her pockets. "I brought you these." she told him quietly.

He just lie there, not moving.

She set the flowers on his bed, and moved her hand on top of his. "I miss you." She whispered, knowing he couldn't hear her. Maybe it was better that way. He'd just tease her, if he knew she'd been coming ot see him.

"This is my fault." She said sofly, squeezing his hand. When he didn't move, she used the hem of her long sleeved tunic to wipe the drool form his cheek.

Yep. That was pretty mutch how it went every day.

Sophie stayed a litte while longer. She stared at Keefe's face, wishing more than anything that he would open his eyes and say. "Just kidding, Foster! I'm fine!"

But then she noticed something. His hand... was moving.

Sophie's jaw dropped. "Keefe?"