AN: I'm sorry I disappeared off the face of the planet for a while there. I promise I'm back now and will be giving you wonderful human beings weekly updates! Enjoy.

Cordelia's POV

The waiting room is stiflingly hot. I fan myself in vain with one of the numerous trashy magazines adorning a small table beside me. My appointment was a half hour ago and I've gotten fed up with waiting. All I need is a prescription refill for Misty's IVF treatment, so I should have been home by now.

Sighing, I look around the all white room. There's another patient here who chose to sit on the other side, as physically far away from me as possible. She glances up occasionally, watching me with unease and slight disgust.

The general public hasn't really adjusted to the knowledge of witches in their presence yet. Most people just give us funny looks and ignore us on the street, some are harmlessly curious yet offensive, but some hate us. It's primarily fear driving the anti-witchcraft extremist movement, but they're like the West Boro-Baptist church on steroids. They rally in front of the Academy, speak out against us on the news, and threaten our lives on a daily basis.

For the most part, exposing witches to the public has been a wonderfully beneficial decision, but those extremist groups are causing a ridiculous amount of problems. They frighten families saying that we are children of the devil, that we want to take over, but all we really want to thrive. I had hoped they would die down over the past two years but its only gotten worse.

Continuing looking around the room an image on the television screen catches my attention. It's Miss Ribochaux's! Horrible black smoke is rising from the back of my beloved school.

"Bernice, turn up the volume!" I snap to the secretary who quickly does as she's told.

A pompous looking newscaster is standing maybe 100 feet from the Academy with a microphone to her tastefully colored lips. "Now we are not sure of the exact details of the crime but we can tell you that an anti-witchcraft group by the name of Angels Against Unnatural Abilities is believed to be behind the attack."

I jump to my feet, words like attack and unnatural sending up red flags.

"Several students as well as the Supreme's partner and council leader have been sent to Saint Ursula's Hospital. This was an act of violence, but most members of the community are wondering: was it a necessary one? We are currently waiting from a comment from the raining Supreme and headmistress, Cordelia Goode."

There's no time to get in the car, not time to even think. I transmutate into the ER of Saint Ursula's with one thought in my head, protect the coven, protect the girls, protect Misty.

Patients screams as they see me materialize next to their hospital beds. Doctors scowl and glare. I survey the scene quickly, scanning the room for any of my girls.

"Cordelia!" Zoe screams from across the hall and runs to me with our trusted friend, Doctor Lisa Taggart.

"What the hell happened Zoe?! Tell me everything!"

The poor girl looks terrified; she's shaking from head to toe. Lisa makes Zoe sit down as she begins to recount the events. "It was awful Miss Cordelia. There were so many of them… They broke in through the garden. Misty had been teaching a lesson there. She saved us Cordelia, she saved all of us…"

Tears spill down Zoe's cheeks as she struggles to continue. My breath catches in my throat and it's as if I can't breathe.

"They were holding torches and silver blessed crosses. All the girls were screaming and crying as the men set the garden on fire. They has knives and weapons and went after everyone, even the little children. The students with Misty were only first years so they couldn't defend themselves, but Misty broke open a window and lifted each and every student to safety inside while fighting off the men with her magic. The girls only got minor burns but Misty, they hurt her real bad. By the time Queenie and I got there it was too late. Misty was unconscious and bleeding and all the men lay dead around her. I'm so sorry Cordelia. I'm so so sorry."

I fall to my knees. Nothing makes sense. Misty bleeding, unconscious, burnt? The world shatters around me leaving nothing but pain like no other. With my head in my hands strangled sobs leave my throat. "Misty."

Lisa kneels beside and wraps her arms around my shoulders. "Would you like to see her Delia?"

I nod helplessly and let myself be led by two of my closest friends to my wife's hospital room. A million tubes and wires are connected to her and machines beat incessantly. Between the bandaged burns covering her arms, bruises across her pale skin, and a deep gash on her cheek I almost don't recognize my lover.

"Misty..." I whisper softly while coming to stand by her side. I collapse into the chair next to the bed in sobs once more. Her skin is warm as I clutch her hand in mine.

"Securem lucem venite ad me." Pressing a kiss to my wife's forehead I repeat the words that saved her so long ago. Nothing happens.

"She's not feeling any pain. We have her and the baby stable. It's up to Misty now; she's a fighter. I'm hopeful that she'll wake up soon." Lisa says.

Hearing her words is like being suspended in descensum. "The baby? Oh god! Misty please wake up, you have to wake up! Wake up!"