Melena walked from the kitchen halls of the castle into the west tower where she was currently residing, thinking back to the incident that had led to her coma.
The last thing she fully remembered was desperately trying to save her mother, who had suffered massive injuries. After that things became hazy. She could almost remember the feeling of someone carrying her, and hearing the ghost-like whispers of voices speaking to her.
"Well, now you've done it my little Melly. You do like to make a scene, don't you?"
She was certain that had been Mama Nanny.
"Don't you dare die—I will never forgive you if you do! I mean it!"
It had sounded like Six, but she wasn't sure.
And the other voice…
"I don't expect forgiveness, but I am sorry."
Melena knew instinctively that this voice was only half meant for her, and it didn't matter. She still hated her. She had to, because she wasn't ready to forgive her. Not yet. Not with her mother still in a dead sleep.
Her "father's" redemption now solely depended on what happened when her mother woke up.
Would she apologize to her face? Would she swear to never leave?
Melena couldn't tell. She didn't want to, either. She didn't want to get her hopes up.
She understood now what her mother had meant about Auntie Witch's nature.
But now wasn't the time to think about that. Melena had walked to her bedroom door, and watched a sobbing Six holding Melena's favorite purple pillow against her tearstained face.
Melena hid a smile. She silently crept into the bedroom unnoticed, and then slipped behind the trembling woman and held her about the waist.
Six gave a shout of shock, but when she quickly spun about and saw the intruder, she let out a shout of joy and cried even harder.
The pillow fell to the floor and Melena stepped on it as she moved them to the bed. She didn't care.
Meanwhile, as the sun had just begun to set, Nanny sat in the old wooden chair at Glinda's beside. She leaned forward and clasped one of the slumbering blonde's hands in her own ancient one.
"Nanny hopes you wake up soon, dearie. Poor little Elphaba just doesn't seem to have a right head about her when you're not here." Nanny said to Glinda with a heavy sigh. She quietly discarded her cane against the bed frame and held both of her hands. "Wake up soon, before she does something stupid."
Little did she know it was too late for that.
Authors Note: Holy Hell; what is this? An update? Whoa! Yes!