Sometimes there is just no choice in destiny. It comes up and pushes you ten stories, then let's you live.
-Beep. Beep. Beep.-
"How is she even alive?" the police officer asked the doctor. She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.
"It is almost impossible for a human being to survive a fall of over one hundred feet, especially with as minimal of injuries as her."
"I just hope she wakes up soon. We've questioned all the witnesses, and have the suspect in custody, but we can't do anything without her testimony."
"We or her parents will let you know we she wakes up. Her vital signs are promising, and she has stirred and shown response, so she's not in a deep level coma. It's incredibly surprising, considering, that she is so responsive. Most people would be dead or a vegetable."
"I hope she's not a vegetable. They don't make very good testimonies on stand."
"We'll get back to you as soon as she is awake, Constable. Now, if you'll follow me."
The last thing Bree would remember was the fight. Ally had yelled at her, screamed that she was a stupid slut and should die. Bree told her it was all in the ditz's head, and walked out to the balcony. It was cooler out there. Ally followed her, shouting some more. A shadow of a memory told Bree that she'd been pushed in the chest, unnaturally hard for Ally's frame.
Rushing air, my hair flying around my face….
Then, oblivion.
"Where am I?"
The orderly jumped a mile in the air. She was changing the sheets on the adjacent bed, not expecting the unconscious girl to move at all while she was in there.
"St. Micheal's hospital," the orderly answered, regaining her composure. "I'll fetch a doctor."
Bree fell back to her pillow. She was so confused. The party had been on a tenth floor condo. But if she had fallen over the balcony, she would be dead. A skull cracked on the cold, hard pavement bellow, just a mess of blood and grey matter. Ten stories was more than enough to kill someone. She couldn't have fallen, because no one could survive that kind of fall.
A short, petite nurse stepped into the room. Marching purposely over to Bree's bed, she held open both eyelids.
"What is your name?" she demanded of the invalid.
Bree answered confidently. "Bree."
"What is your full name?"
"Gabrielle Sora Zedel."
The nurse nodded curtly, then strode out the room. Confused, Bree could do nothing but look around. Typical, sterilized hospital room. Someone, probably her mother, had left her favourite stuffed animal on the bedside table. It was a double room, but no one was occupying the other bed. The orderly had been changing the sheets, so maybe someone had just left.
"Gabrielle?"
Bree turned her head. A man in a white lab coat had just appeared in the room. Excitement rose in her chest. Maybe she would be able to figure out what had happened. She didn't get the chance to ask though, because the doctor quickly examined her vitals, peering into both her eyes, checking her blood pressure, and testing certain parts on her body.
"You are a very lucky girl," he stated finally. "Very little trauma, no lasting damage. The newspapers are calling you a miracle. Some are even saying that three angels saved your life."
Bree nodded like she knew was he was talking about. "So, um, what happened to me?"
For a second, the doctor looked started. What, am I the only one to experience a trauma and not remember the details?
"From what the witnesses say, you where having a fight with an Alicia Carter, when you tried to leave by walking out to the balcony of the condo where you were."
"I remember going out to the balcony, and telling Ally to get lost, I wasn't trying to steal her boyfriend. Then I woke up here."
"All the witnesses say that Alicia pushed you, intentionally over the balcony, and told you she wasn't taking any chances. Miss Carter is currently out on bail, waiting for prosecution for attempted murder."
"We were on the tenth floor. I should be dead."
The doctor shrugged. "I said you were lucky. Everyone is stumped. By all natural laws, you should be dead."
"Than why aren't I?" Bree was confused. It wasn't as if she was looking for death, but it didn't make sense. No one survives a fall of about a hundred feet. Nobody.
Then why am I alive?
Mene stared in the window. She couldn't take corporeal form outside her host, but she could float around as a spirit. The girl who was Zephyrus lay inside the hospital. The others wouldn't let Zephyrus die, not when they had tried so hard in the past lives to keep her alive. Now it was her turn to pay them all back. Something had tried to get rid of Zephyrus before her destiny could be carried out. Mene would not let that happen.
"Vana, it's time."