Chapter 37 : Awake, My Love
Even though the bond between Icy and Shego is successful, Icy is slow to recover so all, including the Faeries, take turns at watching over her. On this particularly hot day, Bloom is taking her turn at caring for Icy. Icy's head is resting in her lap while Bloom mops her face and forehead with a cool cloth. Bloom has unfolded her Enchantix wings and is using them as a fan to create a cool breeze. Suddenly, Icy opens her eyes and stares into Bloom's face.
"Che cosa fa?" asks Icy weakly. "Sei una fata?"
"¡ Sí, Icy !" replies Bloom, surprised and amused. "Soy la hada Bloom."
"Non ti credo che…," murmurs Icy but slips back into unconsciousness mid-sentence.
A few hours later, Alysoun marches into the Comm Station with Vulpa, Shego, Darcy and Stormy following behind. "I need to wake Icy," she announces to all. "We need to get her on solid food if she is to gain back her strength and put on some weight. When I do this, it would be best that she were surrounded by familiar faces."
Bloom takes the hint that this would not include her so she lifts Icy's head from her lap and rests it again on the sleeping mat and moves out of the way.
"Gather around everyone," says Alysoun as she cleans one of her talons with wet cotton then dips it into some viscous brown liquid and lightly scratches Icy's hand and her eyes open.
"Cosa? Dove sono?" asks Icy, disoriented and near panic.
"Witchspeak, Icy, please," says Darcy. "We can't understand a word of what you're saying. It's okay. You're with us in the Comm Station. Do you remember where that is?"
Icy turns her head to see Shego beside her. "My love," she whispers to her as she makes an effort to wrap her arms about Shego's neck and bring her face down to hers while Darcy's expression turns immediately sour and she glares at both Shego and her.
Shego, quickly noticing Darcy's expression, untangles Icy's arms from about her neck and whispers to her, "There are others here to see you."
"Darcy," murmurs Icy.
"Welcome back, Sister," smiles Darcy. "We thought we were going to lose you."
"Well, it would seem that you haven't," smiles Icy at her.
"Hey! Well, thanks for forgetting about me!" interrupts Stormy sharply.
"No one is forgetting about you, My Precious Little One," whispers Icy, squeezing Stormy's hand.
"Okay, visiting hours are over for the moment," chirps Alysoun, while holding a bowl of what looks to be cream of wheat. "I have to start feeding my patient."
Within the day, Bloom has Flora, Tecna and herself with their kit and caboodle moved out of the Comm Station and into one of the many empty rooms near the ship's galley.
"The Witches have a lot to work out among themselves," Bloom tells the two, "and I think that the last thing they'll want is us Faeries hanging about and eavesdropping."
Bloom slumps into a chair, puts her hands to her forehead and moans, "I'm absolutely beat and my brain feels about to go on strike. Let's call it a day and get some shut-eye. We'll hash all this out in the morning, although, I may have to legislate my brain back to work. I don't think arbitration is going to work," and the others laugh.
"Tell me about it," agrees Tecna. "I'm about to crash."
"I'll brew us some calming tea," suggests Flora. "Something that will calm our minds so we get a good night's sleep."
"Yes," says Bloom, "but I think I'll zone out to Never-Never Land once my head hits the pillow."
"Ah, yes," smiles Flora. "That's that beautiful resort spot just after Light Haven. I hear it's a nice place to visit this time of year."
"Get out of here!" laughs Bloom at Flora.
"Huh?" says Tecna.