Sam sat uncomfortably, glancing from time to time at Jodie and watching her search through The Book. A worried stress laced his stomach and stayed there. Fred kept his now warmed up hand on his friend's head, hoping to feel the warmth return to her face and body as well. She still lay motionless and cold. His stomach had begun to growl but he didn't dare touch the bag of trail mix that still sat in his pocket.

Looking through the textbook intently, Jodie became quickly irritated and more worried for Samantha and her wellbeing. But eventually, she stumbled across a page that she was sure she hadn't seen before. It was titled 'Revival' and gave specific directions on how to perform the act, almost like a spell-book did.

She read in her head: "Those who have been gravely injured, incapacitated, or have been passed for under 6 hours, this spell will heal and bring then back to a suitable state of wellbeing."

"Guys, I found something!" Fred was shaken from his thoughts and Sam jumped at the sudden exclamation. "Oh, sorry." she chuckled. "Look, I found this page about revival." She held the book up to face them and they read.

"So what are you waiting for? Do it!" Fred asked in a spontaneous flurry.

"What do you mean? We're in the middle of a giant room filled to the brim." Jodie told him.

"Well, there must be a bathroom around here somewhere, or something. Somewhere private." Sam told her.

"True… Here," She gave the text to him and got up, walking over to a nearby nurse. "Excuse me miss," she asked the woman. "Do you know here I could find a bathroom?" She added a bat to her eyes.

"Oh yes, there is one at the end of the room down that way." She pointed for Jodie.

"Thank you!"

When Fred saw the nurse point down the room, he suspected that it was to the private room they needed, so he got up and out from under the blanket, and gave his muscles a stretch, shaking his arms and legs out to get his blood flowing again. Jodie came back over and told them what the nurse told her.

"I'll carry her." Fred told them without hesitation.

"Right. Uh Sam, you stay here and, make sure no one takes the blankets."

"Okay but, don't you think people are going to be suspicious when they see three people walking to the same spot, and one of them with a book?"

"He has a point." Fred admitted, shrugging over to Jodie.

"Alright, then..." Jodie looked back and forth between them, thinking again. Fred shrugged and Sam scratched his head.

"Maybe..." she continued in thought.

"Maybe you could carry her there?" Fred suggested, sounding odd on purpose.

"What?! How can I-?!"

"Jodie, we have to help her. And this seems like the best option." Sam stepped in.

She thought it over momentarily before taking a breath, handing The Book to Sam and lifting her friend up with all her might. A bit shaky, she managed to pick her up and get a good grasp.

"Okay, good." Sam began. "I'll go with Jodie and- Fred, I guess you'll stay?"

His body deflated and he flopped down in the plush seat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Yeah, I'll stay..." he agreed. Samantha was his great granddaughter, anyhow.

"I'll go first and, Sam, meet me there in about 5 minutes."

"Right," he sighed in relief. "It's a plan."

Jodie made her way down the room until the end as quickly as she could without tripping over herself or anyone else. Fred and Sam sat side by side in the 65 degree room that was warmed up to 70 by the breath of the people. They sat uncomfortably due to the recent past events.

"So uh…ho- how are you doing?" Sam attempted.

"…How am I doing?" Fred echoed, rather cynically. "Is that a serious question?"

"I- I suppose."

"Huh… Sam, your great granddaughter- she just- agh…" he sighed. "How do you think I'm doing? I feel like, like a traitor, so useless and… I just sat there holding her, and I couldn't do anything to help her. All I could do was watch her..leave me in my arms… Well, not just specifically me, us but… Don't you understand, Sam? I feel like I just, let her go…" Throughout most of the time he spoke to him, Fred talked with expressive hands and kept a difficult face upon his features. When he could say no more, he caught his falling head in them.

A bitter silence passed between them, but the other passengers continued to converse, though there was the occasional depressed person among them.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Fred. I really am. But don't feel like it's your fault. You did all you could." He placed a hand on Fred's shoulder, then cleared his throat and straightened up. "But, like you said before: we found a way to help her and there's no time to waste." With that, he stood up, suddenly filled with determination, and made his way down to Jodie and Samantha with The Book, his head up and shoulders wide.

"Yeah…you guys do what you can." Fred mumbled to himself, lifting his head to watch Sam go, then collapsing it right back into his useless hands.

•

"Alright so, it says here that all I have to do is chant the words written here," Jodie pointed to the spell words with her finger. "And Samantha should- wake back up after I'm done talking."

"Good. So, you know, do it." Sam advised, a bit restless. He sat with Samantha's head in his lap on the floor.

Jodie began to read off the spell, annunciating each and every word mindfully:

"The choking heat of summer,

the bitter cold of night,

let this heart beat once more,

let it not hesitate in fright.

Open up yourself to the spell,

And you will once again be well."

The usual green mist that flowed from the book when it was put into use flowed out and over Samantha's form. Once it vanished, Jodie closed the book ever so gently, and came down to the floor next to Sam, gazing upon Samantha's face for any sign of life.

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