Nina's POV
My first noise that I experienced when I resurfaced was a watch alarm.
I heard a quiet groan and a brief fumble.
"Sorry Nina." I heard Fabian whisper. I wondered if this was the same
as a husband talking to his comatose wife at the hospital. As if they
were still there. Fabian hummed a little unfamiliar tune as he scraped
a chair over to his regular position by my bed. The song abruptly cut
off as he took my hands in his.
"Come on Nina. Time to open your eyes. For me, please open your eyes."
Fabian pleaded.
I slowly opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the change of light
from the darkness I was so attuned to. My eyes met Fabian's. I could
immediately read him like a book, relief was written clear all over his
face. I smiled back at him. A clear joyous and tired smile.
"Hey sleepyhead." He lightly responded to my smile, a mirror of my
face down to the last facet and rivet.
I stretched, lengthening my sore bones. "How long have I been out?" I
asked bluntly trying to fill the gaps.
"A day and a half." He tried to keep the subject light. "Can you
remember why you fainted?" It seemed like a conversations of twenty
questions we were trying to ask simple questions to get a harder answer.
"The Voice." I breathed, a flash of recognition crossed my face as I
remembered the haunting voice and the even more puzzling poem.
"Sarah? I thought that the mystery was over; what did she say?" Fabian
questioned. He had asked two questions.
"It was a girl's voice, about our age." I thought for a second when a
thought dawned on me. "She wasn't British." It was one of those fore-
head smacking moments.
"Then defiantly it wasn't Sarah, but who else would-" Fabian's aloud
thoughts were cut off as all sounds were silenced. A new voice
overcame through a thick cloud of silence, and familiar blackness
washed over me.
"If I am amoung the hidden,
You are amoung the sane.
Together we face a common ground,
Where both our crossroads remain.
We are different, but still the same.
We both listen to a similar refrain." The girl's voice continued in an
ominous tone.
Finally, I slowly regained my senses. First my hearing and then my
vision brightened; black, then gray, white, and then it registered my
surroundings.
I met Fabian's concerned eyes "We need to call a Sibuna with everyone.
Now."