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Disclaimer: Gregory Maguire said he'd give me the rights to Wicked when he died. Lol jk.
The three females stared, mouths hanging open, at the churning waters of the Suicide Canal.
"You just…" Willow started, pointing towards the Canal.
"Yes. The deed is done." Otto said proudly, clapping his eyes together.
Willow screamed and punched her husband hard in the nose. He stumbled backwards and whacked his head on a low-hanging branch, and he lost consciousness.
"Come on!" Willow gestured, leading the younger girls down to the shore of the Canal. They tried hard to see through the icy waters to find Azure, but to no avail.
"She can't be gone. She just can't." Elphaba tried to reassure them.
"Look!" Galinda exclaimed, pointing to a log on the other side of the Canal, where an arm was draped over it. The four quickly ran over the bridge to the other side. They got down and reached into the water to pull the cold, soaking girl from the rapids. Just the sight of her caused their hearts to skip a beat.
Her hair was threaded with ice crystals, and her lips were a dark purple-ish blue. Her skin was very pale, almost blue.
"Is she breathing?" Evella asked.
Willow lowered her head to right above her daughter's chest.
"…yes. It's not much, but it's there." Willow said.
"Will she make it?" Elphaba asked.
"I…can't tell. It could go either way." Willow responded sadly.
They sat for a moment, staring down at the girl. She moaned softly and opened her eyes.
"Azure!" They yelled. She responded by turning over and vomiting several times.
"Azure? Honey?" Willow asked. Her daughter looked her in the eyes. Azure's blue eyes were pained.
"S-s-so c-c-cold." She whispered hoarsely, before she collapsed again.
"Oh Oz it's worse than I thought." Willow whispered softly. She pulled off her cloak and wrapped it around her daughter.
"We gotta get her back to the dorm." She commanded. The older woman picked up her daughter and carried her bridal-style back to the dorm building, the others in tow.
"Does anyone have a first aid kit?" Willow asked once they got back to Azure's and Evella's dorm.
"It's in my dorm. Just a minute." Elphaba said, running from the room. She returned a few moments later with a white box in her hand.
"Here." She said, tossing it to Willow, who pulled it open and grabbed the thermometer. She stuck it in her daughter's mouth, and pulled it out a few seconds later. She read the temperature and gasped.
"What?" The other three asked in sync.
"She has hypothermia."
"Oh no." Elphaba whispered.
"She might not make it through the night." Willow stated sadly.
"What can we do?" Galinda asked.
"Nothing, except for getting her as warm as possible and getting her out of those wet clothes." Willow said. They did just that. They got her in the warmest clothes possible, and got as many blankets as possible and wrapped her up in them. They set her down in her bed and pulled the covers up to her chin.
"What do we do now?" Evella asked.
"We can't do anything. She's in the hands of fate." Willow said, her eyes never leaving her daughter's slightly blue face.
Fate could be a sick, twisted thing. Or it could be the best thing ever.
They all hoped for the latter.