Daphne and Granny Relda decided to go the hospital cafeteria to get ice cream, promising to bring some back for Sabrina and Puck.
Sabrina had her doubts.
She leaned up against the wall, hearing Daphne's laughter fade.
She looked over Puck critically, an IV in his arm, him being so pale and the bandages across his chest.
Guilt weighed on her mind.
He was sitting up, frowning at his lap. He probably didn't even know she was there.
He probably hated her.
If she had been faster, or stronger, or better trained, or smarter, or…
She bit her lip, and crossed the room quickly.
She wrapped her arms around him, and cried quietly into his shoulder.
He felt frozen.
He had only just saved her. One more inch and she would be dead.
His hands clenched into fists in his lap.
Why was he so weak?
He needed to become stronger, and smarter, and faster, and better…
Nothing like that could ever happen again, ever.
Death was a breath away from her, and he barely saved her, barely.
Vaguely, he heard a door close.
Out of nowhere, warm, warm arms wrapped around him, and he felt her tears leak down his shirt.
He melted.