3 Days of Hell
AN: Long time no...Chat? Anyway, I know this chapter seems a bit longer and probably contains a world of spelling errors. My Job hours has changed and i'm trying to play catch up with that, and finish RH. So, to put things into view, this story is more than halfway done, and a sequel is planned that I have still yet to see any Kid Skye fic do, so look forward to that in the future.
Three days... Maybe May should be counting her blessings, Bobbi was awake and the best out of her kids. Natasha had woken up and was allowed to be moved down to where Skye was (per her request). But Skye... Well, she was still unconscious and that didn't help the anxiety that dwelled within May and Phil. Hunter wasn't allowed to leave even under this emergency- so every few hours either May or Phil would call or text him with any updates. He couldn't have picked a worse time to leave. Roughly 2 days, 6 hours, and 35 minutes ago Skye was in stable condition after her last attack. 2 days ago Skye was looking better until she had what the doctors said a 'Mild Stroke'.
She was doing better, still in her coma from her injury, unaware if, and when she would wake. May cried for days, her world was turned upside down. At least she knew Bobbi and Natasha were alive and would be okay, Hunter was at the academy. But Skye... She's been a wildcard and filled with unpredictability. May wasn't a religious person, but she prayed every night her little girl woke up and would be okay.
Phil opened the door carrying a tray of food, Natasha was sitting in a wheelchair(she still wasn't allowed much movement) next to Skye, and May was right beside her- whispering what he assumed to be Mandarin to Skye in her slumber.
"I should be angry." Natasha whispered as she clenched her fist into a ball, almost wincing from the pain. May looked over to the girl who's face showed pure confliction. "I couldn't protect her. I didn't even see the gun until it was too late. I .. I should be furious." Natasha's face warped for a moment, she was trying to mask her pain- the weakness she felt. "But I'm not. All I see is Skye and Bobbi being taken, Me in a pool of my own blood, choking on it as it filled my lungs- watching as they drive away. But why aren't I angry? Skye won't wake up.. W-why?" The young redhead looked over to her Mother with tears streaming down her cheeks.
Mays voice cracked, "Sometimes-.. Love has a funny way of messing with your feelings."
"If that really was her dad, what kind of dad does what he did to their daughter? I don't... She's so innocent it's not fair!"
"It's not fair, she's been through so much, but you need to worry about yourself right now. You still need to heal." That was Phil's voice, glad to have some words of encouragement. "She's tough, and a fighter. She beat everything up until now, and she'll continue to do so. The best thing we can do is give her our love."
Phil was right, The swelling in Skye's head has gone down, now it was just waiting- praying that there was still that little girl that became accepting she was safe left inside. In the three days of waiting May had stressed herself with injuries with the head and what side affects could occur.
"I think Bobbi is still outside. You two eat, I'm going to send her home." Natasha and May softly nodded as Phil set the tray of food down.
They refused hospital food, and who could blame them? So by request(more of a demand) for real food.. Fast food, Natasha was well enough to where she could eat food now- so she was going to eat.
"Fries and Ice cream?" May questioned as Natasha grabbed her order from her bag. "You try and tell me that McDonalds fries and ice cream dipping isn't magical... Besides I need all the comfort food I can get. And I'll be sure to make sure Skye gets her favorite when she wakes up." Natasha said with a small smile.
There was no argument.
May munched on her order, 4 piece nugget and fries, a favorite she learned of Skye's- secretly praying a familiar scent would wake her up, if not her voice.
Nothing...
"Clint, I appreciate everything you did but you both need to rest too. Take Bobbi home please, and get yourself some rest kid. You've gone above and beyond for this family."
"Dad.."
"You are family to me." Clint cut Bobbi off, " I'll make sure she gets home safe. Please call if anything changes."
"Will do."
The images flashed through May like a freight train at full speed. She didn't see everything but what she did see was a pale Skye lying in a pool of blood unresponsive and Bobbi- being choked out by a madman. May took her phone out and dialed a number she never thought she'd call again, Maria hill. Someone she had respected more than anyone, but someone she had cut away when she had left that old life behind. "Hello?"
"Maria- I need a favor."
"Melinda? You have a lot of nerve, you haven't called in years."
"I had to Maria you know that better than most, I needed to leave, I couldn't stand with what I had done. Maria please."
There was an audible sigh over the phone. "What do you need?"
"I need everything you have on a Calvin Johnson, he worked within SHIELD- I need to know if he had a daughter- Daisy."
"There's medical records of a Cal Johnson, wife was a John Doe. Where are you? I can bring you the files."
"At the hospital. Maria please keep this between us."
"Does she like any stories?" Natasha suddenly asked her Mother, May looked over to her Daughter with a questionable eyebrow- at first glance Natasha seemed like she was in a decent deal of pain. "I- uh.. I read that familiar things could help trauma patients wake up." Natasha finished as she put her hand to her side.
"Let me call the Doctor for that pain."
Natasha shook her head. "I'm fine."
"You're definitely not fine, besides you're probably due to have those bandages changed anyway." May clicked a button to call in someone.
After a few minutes Dr. Steven Strange walked in. "Oh Doctor Strange! Any news?" May quickly asked, forgetting her reason for calling the doctor in the first place. Dr. Strange sifted through some charts. "Her Brain scan does show signs of the swelling going down. Realistically she could wake up at any moment. From there... well- from the police report she's been through a lot even beforehand, so we need to take it slow. She'll probably be extremely disoriented. And that's what we know, Head trauma can cause so many things."
He was right though, May did countless amounts of research in side effects of what's happened. Not mentioning the actual trauma itself, but actual side effects of being thrown and smashing into the wall. Bobbi had been very explicit in detail. Poor girl blamed herself, Melinda couldn't help. She felt for the girl though- she didn't blame Bobbi. No, how could she? They were taken, and all the training in the world is just that- training. It's meant to prepare you for anything- but when you're thrown into an impossible circumstance what could you do?
Survive. That was the answer, live to fight another day- and that's exactly what these kids did- all three of them survived.
"Thank you Doctor." May stifled a smile
"Just doing my Job." Doctor Strange quickly said as he left the room, passing Phil as he made his way back in.
"Just in time Phil, close that door and help Natasha to the bed. Her bandage needs to be changed." May ordered as she moved her body on the bed next to Skye. "I think I'll lie with her for a while." Phil nodded while Natasha groaned .
"I don't-" Natasha started as Phil lifted his Daughter from the Chair. "Ow!" She grimaced from the pain.
"Sorry. I didn't tear the stitches did I?" Phil questioned. Natasha shook her head, "I don't think so. You could be a little easier, No?" Phil shrugged, he hadn't done it in purpose.
It was nice that Skye wasn't hooked up to so many machines as apposed to a few days ago. Her oxygen was a little low so she's had a nasal cannula attached. But from Doctor Strange she is improving. It was a waiting game now. Once her baby girl woke up is when she'd deal with the man who did this.
"I know what you're thinking about Melinda.. You can't."
"Why not Phil!?" May snapped
"Mel, you know why. This isn't Bahrain, we can fix this." His words soft and clear but Melinda heard them as hard and volatile. "Don't bring that up now, I did what I had to, back then it was an order to save those lives,by any means."
"And you've been haunted of those kids every day. I'm not wrong- I see it. We have 4 beautiful kids... 3 actually, Hunter isn't that handsome but don't tell him."
Yes... As May laid with her still sleeping Daughter she began to close her eyes, these last few days she had hardly slept(who could blame her) , Natasha and Phil made sure to be quiet as he changed the bandages around the wound(that was healing nicely) and made their way out of the room, to give their May some much needed rest.
May was brought back to that fateful night that changed everything, in her dreams- and for years to come she was unable to change the outcome- unable to save the Kids.. She tried, really she did but her efforts were always in vein.
She remembered the emotionless expressions before the first explosion. Mays body had decided what she was going to do before her brain did, of course she knew she had to protect her team... protect those in danger. She needed to be the Shield to protect those unable to protect themselves. She drew her gun. In that moment the Cavalry was born.
Someone was rubbing her face... Their hands felt tiny against her skin. May opened her eyes and saw Skye's hazel eyes staring at her. Her baby girl was awake. She... May thought she may never wake up. Was this a dream?
"Skye?" May called out quietly trying not to startle the girl.
The young girl nodded slowly but didn't verbally respond.
Why wouldn't she talk?
"Baby? You're okay, it's Me." Skye grabbed Mays arm and held tight and closed her eyes.
"Skye, please say something. I need to know you're okay."
May waited a moment before speaking again after noticing Skye made no effort. "Anything. You're safe now." Mays voice cracked at the end and tears began to pour down the woman's face.
Skye opened her eyes and looked up, May... Her Mom was looking down with her eyes closed. Skye could still see the tears trailing their way down her face. "M-mommy?" She said quietly. Mays eyes jolted open and looked at the girl. "Oh! My little one!"
Not even 5 minutes had passed before Natasha had wheeled her way through. "Hey Mom- Dad had to stop home any change on-... Skye?! You're awake!" Natasha's voice was filled with comfort and love but tears streamed down Skyes face as well too now, "Skye I'm so so so sorry- this is all my fault... All of it!"
Skye shook her head, Natasha couldn't be further from the truth. "It n-not your f-fault..." Skye paused as she felt betrayed... Not by a person.. Well her body.. something seemed off- more so than usual.
"What's this? She's awake?" A voice behind Natasha at the doors entrance spoke it. "Doctor Strange, she just woke up."
Strange nodded and walked over to the bed. "Hi Skye, I'm Doctor Steven Strange. I know you've been through a lot but can you tell me if anything hurts?"
The doctor didn't seem mean, so Skye was slightly relieved at that. " My h-head" she pointed to the side of her head where the pain was. Doctor Strange frowned. "Skye this might be a little odd but I'd like you to copy what I'm about to say, okay?" Doctor Strange looked over to May, they had to rule out some possibilities from the trauma and the minor stroke. Brain damage itself was the main concern.
Skye scrunched up her face in confusion. She couldn't make anything going on. "Just repeat after me... My favorite superhero is- and fill in the rest."
Skye looked at May as though she was wondering what she should be doing. But May nodded. "My f-favorite super h-hero I-is C-captain A-America." Tears fell down the girls face.
Maybe she was broken now, like a toy. If toys took enough damage they break and if you bend and twist a toy a certain way it can never go back to its old shape. That much made sense to a 7 year old. She was now the broken toy. She just couldn't talk now.
May pulled her little girl in and hugged her.
"This may not be permanent. Just so we're clear this is from the accident, The stroke itself doesn't seem to have caused any permanent damage. But-" Doctor Strange paused slightly. "That means she must've had some kind of traumatic experience in the past that really pushed this."
May looked down at Skye and frowned, Andrew had warned that this could happen. Skye was taken from safety and was terrified... saw things she shouldn't have.. was hurt... "She's had some bad homes before us." May paused and looked back at the Doctor. "When she came to live with us... She was scared, terrified even. She's had some horrible experiences."
Doctor Strange nodded. He understood the pains of a troubled past. "You know Skye, I used to be a surgeon. But I had an accident too." Skye looked up at the Doctor. "R-really?"
"Really, it took me a long time to get where I am now."
"I want to g-go h-home." Skye sniffled as she turned her head back to May. "I don't l-like Hospitals."
"I know little one, and I promise we'll go home as soon as you're cleared."
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Skye tried not to talk for the majority of the day. She sucked at a lot of things... at least that's what previous foster homes engraved into her head- May and Phil had been pretty adamant that she could do anything... except talk apparently- one thing she was good at- taken from her...
When the door creaked opened Skye saw Phil with a police officer. "Is this her?" The officer asked Phil who have a firm nod. "Hi Skye, I'm Officer Anderson. I need your help."
Skye looked confused, how could she be of any help? "M-me?" She asked curiously, hating herself slightly more at the stumble of her own words.
"I need you to tell me if this was the man took you and your sister." Officer Anderson said as he pulled a picture of Cal and Garrett. Skye's breath hitched as the pictures flooded memories back. "He c-called m-me D-Daisy." She pointed to Cal as her eyes began to swim. May rubbed the girls back in a soothing manner. "Take your time.." she said biting her lip, the things she wanted to do to this man...
"A-after he t-took us I w-woked u-up. He c-called m-me d-Daisy, and h-he said he w-was m-my D-daddy." The tears were pouring out now, which only seemed to make her newly discovered stutter worse in her emotional state, but Skye looked at Phil, who seemed to be holding back tears himself. "B-but you're m-my d-daddy."
Phil could've cried right there if he wasn't trying to be strong. Skye had never officially called him anything of the sort before. He knew deep down Skye cared for him but she did have her reasons for being so skeptical of who she could and couldn't trust. "I am?" Phil questioned, gently in a manner of uncertainty. He had always wanted to be a Dad to this girl like he had been with his other kids.
May moved her hand over to Skye's face and gently wiped the tears. "D-daddy's are s-suppose' to m-make you safe." Skye confirmed
"I make you feel safe?"
Skye nodded and Phil was moving toward the bed and pulling the girl into a small hug. After a moment and their hug broke Skye looked at Phil with concern. "D-don't c-cry d-daddy."
Was Phil crying? He hadn't even noticed honestly. "I'm sorry baby. I'm just so happy to see all my kids safe now. No more crying for anyone, even Mommy. You need to rest up."
Skye wasn't going to argue- this was the safest she had felt in a while... The girl knew her words were different than before. She was relieved that no one mentioned it though.
When Skye told the Doctor her head hurt and her arm he had given her some medicine to help her relax and dull the pain- she was out and surprisingly snoring loudly. "It was a mild sedative. She'll be out for a few hours. In the meantime I'd like your consent to run some brain scans while she sleeps. We took some preliminary tests after we got her stable but now, now we would like to take a few more and get a general idea of what exactly we are dealing with."
May stayed silent, Phil however was ready, willing, and able. "Of course, whatever you need."
They said their farewells to the Police Officer. The case was more or less closed. "Phil." Mays tone shifted. "I need you to stay here with Natasha and Skye, and call me if anything changes."
Phil glared at his wife. They've been married for years, he knew by now when she was close to her breaking point. "Don't do it." He pleaded in a tone barely above a whisper.
"I have to. I need to know why he nearly killed 3 of my children."
"I know that's not what you're planning. Don't let the anger take control."
Melinda growled, he didn't get it.. "Why Not?! He deserves to die. He shouldn't be allowed to breath the same air. Maybe I will kill him, maybe I won't. I'm getting answers regardless."
"You're not a killer."
"Bahrain begs to differ."
Phil wasn't surprised when she brought that up. He knew it still haunted her.
With Skye sleeping and her reassurance that she wouldn't be left alone, May decided for once- in all of these years she finally does something for her, something selfish. Whether or not it included blood at the end was entirely up to the one responsible for this.
May opened the door with force. She had read the file, the things this monster did- but she kept her composure. May closed the door behind her and took a seat, in front of her chained to the table in cuffs was the man responsible for hurting his children.
She sat there, her glare never leaving the man, she didn't speak- and neither did he. "You're missing a partner if you're meant to be playing 'good cop bad cop' you know." Cal grinned ear to ear, and Mays stomach twisted.
"Calvin Zabo, it took some digging to find your real name. You did well to hide who you are." May opened a folder she had placed on the table. " We've got you for a lot, assuming you don't get the death penalty you'll get life behind bars. You tell me why you did what you did- we'll strike a deal."
"Deal? Do you take me for a fool, you monsters took my daughter from me."
Mays face twisted, the memory of her little girl on the floor... "The 'Daughter' that you put in a coma. You're responsible for what you did to her. Yeah I know you're her biological father- but you'll never see her again unless you tell me why."
Cal's face dropped, the devilish smile he previously held now nowhere to be found.
"I.. I didn't want to hurt her, I just wanted my daughter back."
If May didn't read his file... His real files then she might have actually felt bad, but this man has killed dozens of people, his wife included. "I tried to get her back years ago. The...Men I hired found her and broke into some Home. After that I lost her... Until I saw her with you, I knew it was Daisy."
No... He was responsible for... No, May couldn't think about that right now. "Skye isn't safe with you."
"That's not her name!" Cal screeched as he slammed his hands on the cold metal table.
"It's the name she choose. You abandoned her as an infant. No name, nothing. Did you know the nuns are the Orphanage she lived at named her Mary Sue Poots? Or the fact that 9 times out of 10 a home she went to was bad?"
Maybe on a deep level May could understand the fact of doing anything to get their Children back. Losing a child can break you... May knew that all too well.
"I'll tell you what. New deal, you confess to everything you did. In return I'll tell you whatever you want to know."
Cal liked the sound of that, he knew he was going away for a long time. "Deal."
It'd been 8 hours since Skye awoke. Phil had picked up rather quickly they seemed to be rushing tests. Doctor Strange had all but disappeared now and new doctors were rushing for Skye's release, as well as Natasha, Phil had found it rather odd but as long as he could take his Daughters home where they could be closely monitored was fine by him.
"Come on Skye. You let them finish this test and we get to go home." Phil gently spoke, one of the nurses was trying to draw some blood since she had woken up- it seemed Skye had developed a fear of needles. "N-No!" She protested in anger. "Malutyka..." Natasha warned. "It's one quick needle and then we get to leave. "
It'd became obvious if Skye's fear of needles, and a fear of hospitals in general.. That much became obvious very quickly. They'd finished her scans before she had woken up and everything came back normal. Doctor Strange explained that the stutter was from the combination of physical and emotional trauma. Skye would need a speech therapist, along with a regular. Fortunately they knew one of the best. "No M-more!" Skye yelled in frustration. "Skye, you said you wanted to go home. Mom is already waiting for you. The sooner you do this, the faster we can see her."
Skye stared at Natasha for a minute as she tried to accept the words. "It'll be just a small pinch, here hold my hand." Natasha offered the girl her hand, Skye gracefully took hold. "Squeeze tight and close your eyes." Skye did as she was told. "Now open."
When Skye opened her eyes she saw the nurse putting a bandage on her arm, it was a bright and colorful bandage. "See, was that so bad?"
Skye shook her head, grateful that Natasha had helped her through the fear. "We c-can go h-home n-now right?"
Natasha offered a soft smile, it pained her to see her baby sister struggle. In fact Natasha could see Skye herself was frustrated with every failed word. It was a constant reminder that, she had failed to be a big sister. If this gunshot was anything to go by. She was arrogant and foolish. She could never forgive herself. "Yeah, let's go." Their Dad spoke up from the door.
After both Skye and Natasha were officially discharged, a certain Red Head was instructed on taking it easy- more so than Skye. The newly reunited family were driving- Natasha sat in the back with Skye next to her seat. Skye noticed Natasha was holding her side, she couldn't help but feel sad. If that crazy man was telling the truth, everything that happened was her fault. "Everything alright?" Natasha asked Skye as she stared at her younger sister. Her eyes filled with a deep sadness.
Skye didn't audibly respond, she just shook her head in fear if she did talk, she'd just end up crying. "You can talk to us you know. I know things are weird right now, but the way we all feel about each other hasn't changed." Skye supposed that was true, but that didn't really help calm her nerves. Instead Skye pointed to her sisters wound.
Oh.. Did.. Did Skye blame herself?
"You were not responsible for this."
"Skye, your sisters right. None of this is your fault." Her newly acclaimed Dad said from the front seat.
Of course she didn't believe them.
"Bad people did this Skye, this." Natasha motioned to her wound, "this was My trying to be what I thought I could be- a hero. All of this is my fault. If I was faster than-"
"No! H-he wanted m-me! H-he d-did all o-of t-this f-for me!" Skye didn't mean to shout, it just happened- along with the tears that followed her sudden outburst.
Natasha saw her Dad viewing from the mirror, she knew that she needed to set Skye straight. "Maluytuka, I know it's hard to understand right now- but this, this wasn't your fault. He was a bad man and we tried to protect you. You're a kid who's been through way too much." Natasha paused and took a deep breath. "Skye, where I come from... I know what it's like to live with bad people, I know what it's like for those people to convince you that they are more important than yourself. When I came here to America I.. I was angry and scared. But when I came to live with Mom and Dad." Natasha looked up and saw her Dad nod as he kept his eyes on the road. "They taught me that everything that happened, was on them."
Skye took a shuttering breath and wiped her eyes. "W-what about m-my old h-home?"
Was she asking what happened to her last care giver? "He passed away, he'll never hurt you again." Phil spoke gently from the front. "He's sleeping, forever." Natasha finished for him as she saw slight confusion on Skye's face. "N-no.. T-the b-bennets."
Natasha's parents told her about Skye's traumatic event. "None of that was your fault either. You were just a baby." It was true honestly, but she just couldn't accept it.
"B-but I s-still see I-it. E-every n-night."
"You have nothing to fear Skye. There was a special reason I've been away lately. We found the men who broke into your house that night. Turns out a lot of people were looking for them, and they'll be going behind bars for the rest of their lives. No one will ever hurt you again."
Phil stated as a matter of fact as they pulled into the driveway.
"Listen. Both of you... You've been through a horrific event. I know I sound like a broken record at this point but you guys have got to understand- This House... There is no safer place." Phil took a second and paused as he turned his read around. "We've never given any of you a reason not to trust us."
Well, he was right. Natasha knew that, and Skye... She 'was' learning that. But now everything was different all over again. She thought she'd be used to things changing constantly. She was used to Abuse- for the most part of her life it was just emotional. But on rare occasions she'd get beaten. Eventually she had grown to accept that too- the words of 'you deserve this' had become all but too familiar to her- and she believed it. Have someone sing the same tune over and over again you would naturally believe it.
That meant eventually at a young age though Skye had given up hope. She had a nice family before... But it was really after that night, as young as she was- realized nothing would ever be the same. Maybe it was the event that made her lose that innocence, but what really mattered in the end was she wasn't the same after that night. As far as she knew, those people were never found, though she never really had asked anybody either, until now anyway- but that... That didn't bring any clarity. Years of that being drilled into your mind, and the constant bullying once word got around. It made Skye angry. Some people would call her violent, but she never did those things. She yelled a lot for a good while. Until fear just stuck, fear was a common factor for anyone- let it sit around and it builds and grows, until it becomes unbearable... And that's exactly what she did, because no one had taught her otherwise. Everyone blamed her, even the nuns. She was alone for so long. All she wanted was a real family.
Skye looked sadly at her Dad. Everything seemed like too much now. She couldn't even talk properly... She hated herself more than ever before, and that usually made her angry. Skye wasn't sure she was ever angry here yet..
"Skye? Are you ready?" Skye snapped back from her thoughts to her dads soft words.
She wasn't sure anything could ever be the same again but she was pretty sure she could add kidnapped to her list.
What could she say? She was probably the furthest thing from ready, but Natasha looked ready to go back in the house, and she was shot! Tears filled her eyes without her even realizing. "Skye, honey what's wrong?" Phil questioned. All Skye had wanted before was to go home, clinging to the hope that there was at least one safe place left. But she didn't feel that. She felt nothing, well- she felt nothing but fear and anger.
"D-daddy." The single word was simple, yet it was filled with sadness. Phil and Natasha felt it hit like a 12 gauge. "Malyutka, we're going to be fine now. We are Home." Natasha grabbed her sisters hand and wiped Skye's tears with her other. "You're both so incredibly safe. I know it's different Skye. But this home hasn't changed. Besides your mom is waiting for you, we have a surprise." The little girls head perked up, she had forgotten. "What S-surprise?"
Phil let out a soft chuckle, "Well, we have to go inside to find out silly. Are you ready?"
Skye gave a weak smile and a nod. She really just wanted her Mom, but that seemed a little embarrassing to admit.
Skye didn't know what to expect honestly, she wasn't sure she wanted more change.
Skye made sure to hold her Dads hand. She knew it was silly to be scared of what could happen from the car to the door, but he said she was safe. She still didn't feel it but she decided to trust her dad. When they walked into the house Skye had expected everything to change, but the house was exactly like it was before. "Hey Skye, welcome home." Bobbi greeted her sister from the stairs. She hadn't had a chance to see Bobbi since... She didn't want to think about it, "Hi B-bobby." She gave a shy wave. "Mom and I have something upstairs for you, wanna come?"
Skye looked up to her Dad who had carried Natasha into the house, he gave a curt nod. "Your Mom should be up there too." That was all the encouragement she needed to see her Mom and made her way to Bobbi.
In a few seconds they were at Skye's door. Closed and decorated. In bright glitter it said SKYE on it and all around the words were clouds, and the door itself was painted blue. "The doors only part of the surprise. The real surprise is behind the door."
Skye nodded as she opened the door slowly, she was nervous- there were so many changes she wasn't sure she could handle another one, but when she opened the door she was hit with an array of colors. Her walls were decorated like her door, blue walls with white clouds all around it, and her bed had the stars just like in the sky at nighttime, Skye was speechless. "Do you like it?" Her Mom asked from inside the room? And for once tears of Joy and happiness streamed down her face. "I l-l-love it."
May and Bobbi beamed, "I'm glad you like it, there's one more thing though. Bobbi turn the lights off please."
Bobbi closed the door and turned the light off, and as soon as the light went out a small fade of stars castes across the walls and ceiling."It's even brighter at nighttime."
Skye's smiled deepend, "T-Thank you."
"You're very welcome baby, you absolutely deserved this. Now, let's go join everyone else."
