Warren sighed as he sat in the waiting room of the hospital. The doctor that had been working on Tori had come out about fifteen minutes ago and told them that she was doing fine and was resting. Daniel was in there now. It had been over two hours since they'd arrived, and still there was no news on Fayte.
Warren had gotten his own wounds bandaged and was free to leave, but he knew he couldn't without Fayte. He rested his head in his hands and heaved another heavy sigh.
"Cheer up, man, I'm sure she'll be fine." Zak said, coming back with an armful of snacks from the machine. He handed him a coke. Warren nodded his thanks and cracked open the tab. He nearly spilled it on himself when a doctor came out to talk to him.
"Fayte is currently in a stable state. She's still unconscious and might be for a long time yet. You can go in and see her if you like." said the doctor in a heavy Irish accent. Warren nodded and walked down the white sterile hall to Fayte's room.
He cautiously opened the door and quietly walked inside. He felt his heart sink when he saw her laying on the bed. Her forehead was bandaged and so were her arms, legs, chest, and torso. He pulled up one of the chairs and sat next to the bed. He reached out and held the hand that was less bandaged.
He peered into her face and saw how pale she looked. There were dark circles underneath her eyes and he could see the visible finger-print bruises covering the skin that wasn't bandaged. He slowly traced the cut that stretched from her right collarbone towards the left underneath the bandage. Her father really got her. He sniffed back a few tears and gently brushed her singed hair away from her face.
He placed a soft kiss on her brow and sat back down, taking her hand again. He sighed and leant his head back against the chair, closing his eyes and using his other hand to massage his forehead. He felt a gentle squeeze on his hand and looked down at Fayte. Her eyes were still closed, but at least he had gotten a reaction. A sad smile crossed his face when he leant forward and kissed the small, frail hand that was in his. The squeeze was so weak, it almost made him want to cry.
"Warren," Linda walked into the room. "I think you should get home and get some sleep. She isnt going to be waking up today."
"No, I'll stay with her." Warren said, looking up at his principal. He never thought in a hundred years that he would come to care about the principal who seemed to constantly send him to detention for torching something. But he had gained a lot of respect for her since he had met Fayte.
Linda gave him a skeptical look. "Well, if you're sure.."
"I'm sure, Principal Powers. Thank you."
Linda nodded. She took one last look at Fayte and a sad look crossed her features. "Thank you, Warren." she said softly and exited the room.
:Two weeks later:
Warren sighed and stood from his chair. He had been with her for all of two weeks, only standing to go to the bathroom and get coffee. He rubbed his tired eyes and looked back at his love.
She didnt look too bad anymore. The doctor had taken off the bandage on her head and the smaller cuts were already scarring. The one that worried him and the rest was the gash in her side. Judging by the looks of it, the wound was made by a knife. It was still bandaged, and he could see the line of blood that trailed down the middle of the stark white bandage.
Warren sighed again and cupped her face gently. "Come back to us, Fayte.." he said softly. "We miss you." He quietly walked out of the room and down the hall to the bathrooms.
He walked back out a few minutes later and felt his heart stop. There was a whole gathering of doctors and nurses scrambling about in front of Fayte's room. They all looked worried as they rushed about. He let out a shaky breath and ran over to the room.
"Doctor Callough, what's going on?" he asked when he saw him.
"Fayte's woken up, Warren. She woke in a panic, she doesn't know where she is. We're trying to find something to calm her down, maybe you should try." the doctor said in a rush as he rifled through a refrigerated cabinet filled with vaccines.
Warren nodded and quickly ran inside. He saw Fayte thrashing on the bed, four nurses trying to pin down her arms and legs.
"Fayte!" he went over to her and put his hand on her forehead. She jerked away.
"Who the hell are you!" she shouted, tears running down her face. "Where the bloody fuck am I!" Warren was taken aback. She didn't remember him?
"Fayte.. Fayte, its Warren!" he said, he felt a pain in his heart.
Fayte stopped jerking and collapsed back against the bed, breaking into sobs.
"God... I don't know who you all are..." she brought her knees up to her chest and covered her face as she cried. "Where's my mom?" she looked up at them tearfully. The nurses and doctors all hesitated, then slowly filtered out of the room. Warren just stood there, dumbstruck. "Wait! Where are you all going? Where's my mom!" she cried again.
"Fayte... your mom's dead.. You know that.." Warren said hesitantly. She gasped and looked up into his face, the tears becoming more frequent. She was shaking terribly and Warren wanted nothing more then to take her battered body into his arms and comfort her. But he knew he couldn't, the love of his life didnt know who he was anymore.
"You... you're lying!" she whispered frantically. "Mum's not dead.. She cant be.."
"Fayte..." he tried to reach his hand out to her, she smacked it away.
"Stop lying to me!" she shouted. "Get out! Leave me alone!"
Warren stood still for a moment, and watched as she curled into a ball and continued to cry, rocking back and forth and shaking. He let out a shaky sigh and walked out.
Linda ran up to him. "Warren, how is she?" she asked, worry clearly written on her face.
Warren sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"She doesn't remember me.. She was thrashing about and screaming.. I've never seen anyone like this, Linda." he shook his head sadly. "She thinks her mom's still alive."
Linda gasped. "Oh god..." she said softly. "I'll go talk to her. You should go home and get some sleep. I'll let you know how it goes tonight." Warren just nodded in defeat and took the elevator down to the parking lot and walked over to the bus stop.
"Fayte..?" Linda walked slowly into the room to find her goddaughter huddled into a ball on her bed. "Fayte, its Linda.. Are you alright?"
Fayte slowly lifted her head. "Linda...?"
"Yes, Fayte. Linda Powers. I'm your godmother." Linda brought a chair and sat next to the bed.
"Linda.. Powers... godmother.." Fayte seemed to try to process this information. "Who... was that guy who was in here a minute ago?"
"That was Warren. He's a good friend of yours."
"Is he..? I feel kind-of bad.. He looked like he was about to cry.." Fayte sat up slowly and twisted the white sheet in her hand.
"As he should be. Poor guy's in love with you." Linda smiled softly. Fayte's eyes widened.
"I-is he?" Fayte stuttered. She gulped.
"You two have been dating since you moved from London to Sky High in Los Angeles."
"Sky High..." Fayte paused. "And.. Where am I now..?"
"We are currently just outside of Los Angeles. We're in a hospital."
"Hospital? What am I doing here..?" Fayte's eyes grew wide and she shivered a little.
"You.." Linda sighed, trying to figure out what to tell her. "I figure I may as well start from the beginning. Your name is Fayte Elle Forsythe. You formerly lived in London, England, but moved from there to live with me in Sky High after your mom was killed." She paused at the look on Fayte's face.
"Mum's... dead?" a tear wound down her cheek.
"She's been dead for a long time, Fayte. Do you want me to continue?" Linda asked softly as she wiped the young girl's tears away. Fayte nodded slowly, sniffling.
"Please do continue.."
"Well, lets backtrack a little... its better if you remember as much as possible. Your brother Daniel was a Hero. He went to fight with the Commander and Jetstream, but was killed."
"Oh god... Daniel's dead too?" Fayte sunk back down onto her pillow, gripping the ends tightly.
Linda sighed. "Yes, Fayte. He is. It'll be too complicated to explain what's going on with him now.. But you will be told when you're feeling better."
Fayte nodded again. "Alright.." she said shakily.
"Well, after your mother was killed by your father," she paused again at the look on Fayte's face, but the girl didnt say anything. "You were sent to live with me. Your father went to jail. While you were at the school, you met many friends. Warren, among them. You two fell in love almost instantly." Fayte let out a shuddering sigh. "Your father broke out of jail and teamed up with Royal Pain and came after you. We sent you to live in Dublin with your uncle and his family. Your father found you there and knocked you out, bringing you on board his aircraft. He flew you to Bristol and kept you captive for over a week." Linda took a breath. "We came and saved you, but you had been beaten and shocked so badly that after saving your best friend, Tori Dresden, you passed out. You've been in a coma for about two weeks. You just woke up not too long ago and gave everyone quite a scare."
Fayte drew in a shaky breath. "So.. Why cant I remember anything?"
"I think you were traumatized so badly that they just left you. I'm sure that they'll come back eventually. I'll be back with the doctor." Linda stood to leave.
"Where's... Warren?" Fayte asked, looking up at her.
"He went home. He's been with you the whole two weeks you've been unconscious. He didnt leave your side for nearly that entire time." Linda smiled softly and left the room.
Fayte looked around the small room. She looked over at the bedside table that was laden with flowers and stuffed animals. She pulled a small vase of red roses and read the card.
'Fayte, please wake up soon, I miss you. My love forever, Warren.'
Fayte sighed and inhaled the sweet scent of the flowers.
She pulled over a small black teddy bear and read the card there as well.
'Come back to us soon, babe. We need to have a super dance party ASAP! Love ya, Zak.'
'Fayte, thank you so much for saving me.. Even though it nearly cost you your life. I feel so bad! Your friend, Tori.'
'Fayte, we miss you so much. We hope you wake up soon and come hang out with us, the group is so dull without you! Layla, Will, and Ethan.'
She pulled a tiny purple teddy bear into lap. All it said on the card was 'Miss you, Magenta.'
She gasped in pain and clutched her head as visions of her laughing with a group of people flashed through her mind. Then she saw... Warren.
"Fayte, are you alright?" asked Linda as she walked in, a portly man dressed in white following.
"I.. I think I remembered something." she whispered softly, wiping away her tears. "I saw a group of teenagers.. I saw Warren.."
"Those are your friends, Fayte." Linda smiled. "You're remembering something, it's a good sign."
"Indeed it is." said the doctor. "Now, say 'ahh'." Fayte opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
"Ahh..." she said, almost wanting to laugh as the doctor put the wooden stick on her tongue.
"Well, you seem alright to me. Lets just redress some of your wounds and you can go home today." he smiled kindly and went out to find the nurse who was attending her earlier.
"Where is home, exactly?" asked Fayte.
"Home is with me and your friends. Home is Sky High." Linda smiled.
:An hour later:
"Now, remember that you're going to have to have everyone pitch in and help her remember things, aye?"
"Yes, Doctor. Thank you." Linda smiled as she wheeled Fayte out to the bus.
"Fayte, welcome back, hon." Ron said, smiling gently, tipping his hat.
"Thank you.." Fayte said, she didnt quite remember him, but knew he was a friend.
"Let's go home." Linda smiled.
"Next stop, Sky High!" Ron said happily and pulled the bus out of the hospital parking lot.