Authors note: This is the sequel to "Chain Reaction." If you have not read that story I suggest you do because a lot of what you are reading you will probably not understand. For all the readers of my previous story this one will have a much similar aspect I believe. Although, you will learn much, much more about Unity than you had in the previous story, which I am a bit excited about. And as for the answer to the question that I know you all are wondering; Edmund will be in this story. Eventually. Possibly. Maybe. Okay, I am not going to be mean. He will be in this story. Love you guys, hope you enjoy!

Shout out to KarenClariz13 for coming up with the title! Thanks so much :-)

Chapter One

Beep… beep… beep… beep.

The irritating sound caused me confusion. I went to sit up, as I was lying down on a quite uncomfortable something, and discovered it was a much too difficult task. Furrowing my brows, I attempted to move my hand to feel around the whatever I was resting on and realized that as well was hard to muster. I managed to wiggle my fingers weakly. Instantly I began to panic when I finally processed that something was very, very wrong. Why couldn't I move?

Snapping open my eyes I regretted the action quickly as a bright light enveloped me. I squinted as I adjusted to my new surroundings.

I was not in a forest.

I was not in my friends car driving home from my long night of partying.

I was not in my bed.

I was not at my aunts.

I was not in Narnia.

I was in a hospital.

Looking down at my body, which I found clothed in a off-white hospital gown, I could see nothing physically wrong with me. I looked to be in one piece… no missing arms or legs. That was good at least. I figured Aslan would have transported me back to the time where I had tripped in the forest. Not here.

Analyzing the room I noted no one else was in here except for me. I was in a single hospital room; quite lavish actually. There was a large window to my left and the blinds were drawn so it didn't let in much light. A long oddly pastel colored couch was across from me roughly around five feet away. There were also various machines surrounding me making odd beeps and swishing sounds.

I noticed one of those little remotes that moved hospital beds up and down dangling on the side of the stuffy white bed. Reaching my hand over I brought it to lay beside me and pressed the up arrow. The entire bed shook and it made an annoying screeching sound as it went up.

Someone must have heard me screwing around with my bed because they opened the door curiously. A woman in pink nurse robes poked her head in and she gave me a wide grin. Just as I was about to say 'hello' she shut the door and walked away. How rude.

Starting to become even more frustrated I let my eyes focus on a table beside my head. I finally noticed the variety of roses, cards, and other random things piled on it. Some of the cards said "Get well" and others said "Wake up soon!" One even said "Have a swell day Grandma." I rolled my eyes at the later of the cards.

The door knob jiggled and a different woman entered dressed in green doctors scrubs with a white lab coat over them. She had a chart in her hand and was checking stuff off not bothering to acknowledge me until she was at my bedside.

"Good morning," she greeted in a thick accent. I am pretty sure it was Russian, but I was bad at accents so who knows.

I frowned, "Hi."

"You are probably wondering why you are here." Duh. "You have been in a coma for about a month and a half."

"How?" my voice came out hoarse. It felt like my throat was scratching itself as I spoke.

"Seems you took a tumble in the forest and knocked your head on a rock," the woman explained. "Or so that is what your friends told us."

I didn't like the way she said that. Like she didn't believe them. Like I was some ignorant immature child.

"I remember falling in the forest," I muttered testily. I could recall that much at least from before entering Narnia. The sudden thought of my previous home made my heartache quite a bit. I wonder what Edmund was doing right now. Would he fall in love with some woman from his time? Get married? Have children? Forget me?

She checked my vitals not bothering to converse with me anymore after that. The least she could have done was at least introduce herself. For all I know she could be some nutcase patient who tossed on some doctors scrubs and snuck in my room. I preferred when Susan tended to my sicknesses; even if she over exaggerated and struck me bedridden for weeks.

Before she left the room she turned to me and calmly said, "Your immediate family has been contacted."

Then she left me alone to silently complain to myself about her vile unfriendly attitude. I had forgotten how distasteful people in the real world are. Or Earth…

Wait… I felt my insides tighten as the thought suddenly rushed through my brain. Had Narnia been a dream? Maybe I had been in some dreamlike state and made the experience up. Edmund, Peter, Lucy, Susan, Genesis, Mirach, everyone… I sat quietly in the bed staring down at my pale hands thinking of this thought over and over.

The only reason I ceased my current mind numbing thoughts were because of the door opening. It revealed my Aunt and my cousin Asia cautiously entering the room. The little girl hid somewhat behind her mothers leg as if the boogeyman was hiding under the covers of my bed and not me. Although when she recognized my raised eyebrow she beamed.

"Unity!" The six-year-old darted over to me and I chuckled as she wrapped her arms around my legs as she just leaned on the side of the bed. I patted her burgundy hair affectionately as she blinked up at me. So, she did have blue eyes… not green like me.

I let my eyes catch sight of my Aunt's tight lipped smile and didn't bother to give her much more thought. I already figured I would be bitched out by the woman eventually.

"I am so glad you are awake," Asia climbed onto the bed. I smiled. Even if the little girl could be a complete spoiled brat at times I know she looked up to me. After all, she had no other siblings to turn to let alone a female adult figure that wasn't demonized. Cough, my aunt, cough.

"I am too…" Well, not really. I honestly would rather be in Narnia sitting on the beach with Edmund's muscular arms wrapped around my waist with his head resting on my shoulder in complete tranquility.

"I phoned your mother."

Shrugging I glanced at the woman's annoyed glare, "Oh."

"She will be here once she's off work," she added with that same snippy tone. I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the woman's attitude. Seriously, I just woke up from a coma. Could at least one person, other than Asia, be nice to me?

"Mommy, mommy gimme the book!"

My aunt dug through her black leather purse and pulled out the familiar book. I wanted to cry. She handed it to Asia and then moved to sit on the couch across from the bed. My aunt took out her own book, some random mystery book, and silently started to read.

"Mommy taught me how to read Narnia to you so that when you woke up I could read it to you!" Asia plopped the worn book open from where I remembered we left off. I didn't want to hear about Narnia right now. I still wanted the world filled with so much magic to be real. It felt so real… it had to be.

How could Narnia not be real? I could remember Edmund's touch like it was only moments ago. And from what I recall, it felt as if only a half hour or so had passed. I literally could feels Aslan's mane running between my fingertips where I had grazed them through only a few seconds before entering the whirl of water.

"We left off here…" Asia's voiced as she pointed to the words on the page. "But where is the fourth?' asked Aslan."

I was thinking the same exact thing…

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