So, this is my first fanfiction! Yay! I'm pretty new to the Wicked fandom, I joined a little less than a month ago. But I know a lot about the musical, I've read many online articles about it, and don't even get me started on the unhealthy amount of Wicked videos I've watched. So, sorry if I don't seem like a legitimate fan, but I promise I will prove you wrong. Anyway, enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked.
Nessa's POV
I wake up in a white room. As far as I can see, it is a hospital room. But I'm not sure because my vision is blurry. I blink a few times so I can see better. A man is standing over me. I recognize his face from anywhere, and I begin to wonder if my eyes are playing tricks on me.
"Boq?", I croak. How is he not made of tin? And why is he here?
The man nods. He walks out of the room for a moment, and returns with two doctors.
"Where am I?", I ask drowsily.
"I'll explain later. Try to get some rest while you can", Boq(?) replies.
I fall back asleep.
Tears are streaming down my face. How dare they leave me like this? "None of this is my fault," I tell myself out of pity, but deep down, I know everything is my fault. The wind begins to pick up, and suddenly I see something flying in the air. Is that a house? It's the strangest thing I've ever seen, that's for sure. It starts to crash down very quickly, and then I realize it was too late to move out of the way. I feel a great amount of pain, and I scream the name of the one I love most. "Elphaba! Help!Help!". The pain gets worse, and then everything goes dark.
I jolt awake, screaming. I realize it was just a dream. I begin to cry, tears of relief and sadness. I can tell it is nighttime now, as there is no light streaming through the windows. The door opens, and a nurse enters my room. I pretend to be asleep again, not wanting to be asked any questions . A nurse examines me, a process which I am half-aware of. I am too distracted by my thoughts. I fall back asleep a few moments later.
I wake up a few hours later. Sunlight is streaming through the windows. It is morning. I roll over to the other side of the bed, and I notice a note on the sidetable next the bed. Curious, I reach over and take it in my hands. I have to squint to read it, as I just woke up and the handwriting is very small. I begin to read it.
Dear Nessarose,
You were found underneath the house of a little girl named Dorothy. Somehow, you survived being crushed by this house without any major injuries. You suffered a minor concussion, as well as a few scrapes and bruises. However, your shoes were missing, which means that you will be back in a wheelchair again.
I groaned, but continued reading.
I am very sorry to inform you, but your sister, Elphaba, has died. Glinda, however, has decided to take care of you from now on.
My sympathy,
Boq
No. No, this can't be. My sister can't be dead. My sister wouldn't leave me like that. She loved me... or did she? It finally dawns on me. I've been a horrible sister. I've been a horrible person. I held poor Boq captive in my home to keep him there with me. For myself. I never appreciated having a sister like Elphaba, I never recognized that she did so much for me, I always wanted more. I deserved to die under that house.
My door opens. I wipe my tears from my face and try to compose myself. But it's no use. There are tears still falling from my face, and I am choking from holding back sobs. Glinda walks through the door and gasps when she sees me.
"Nessa!', she exclaims. She runs to me and hugs me tightly, causing me to tense up. She then realizes that I'm shaking. She lets go of me. The sob I was holding back slips out, startling Glinda.
"Oh Nessa, what's wrong?', she asks.
"Elphaba is dead", I manage to squeak out through sobs.
"Who told you?'
I show her Boq's letter. Glinda wraps her arms around me again.
"The doctor says you have healed enough, and you can leave today if you want to", she informs me.
At loss for words, I nod. She hands me a bundle of clothes to wear. It is my Shiz uniform, minus the vest. I manage to put them on. Glinda pulls a hairbrush out of her small white purse, and begins to brush my tangled light brown hair. I wince. I do like Glinda, but it will be very hard to get used to her after I've had Elphaba help me my entire life.
I grab Boq's without Glinda noticing, and I slip it in my pocket. Then I am wheeled out of the room.
