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Her caretaker of two years had gone out grocery shopping, and Quistis was left alone. She had long since stopped vomiting foreign substances and it was safe to leave her for short periods. With more effort than normal, she sat up and carefully placed her legs over the side of the bed. Gently and slowly, she slid forward until her feet were touching the ground. Little by little, she transferred her weight onto her legs, which felt so strange to be beneath her. When she ever left the bed during her recovery, it was because Ellone was wheeling her to the bathroom.
Now, she was attempting to stand on her own two feet. She leaned onto her right arm, against the coffee table. She was up, but could feel her legs buckling. She knew she would fall right to the floor should she let go. Tired, and accepting that she would go no further for that day, she sat back down on the bed. Her weary legs were relieved, but Quistis was restless, and longed to be reunited with her friends.
As soon as she was finished
unloading the groceries, Ellone came back upstairs. "How're
we feeling today?"
Quistis lied all the way down. "I tried to stand up."
At this, Ellone sat down and examined her calves. "If you
keep up with the physical therapy, I think you may be able to
by the end of the week, with a cane of course. You're gonna have
to relearn how to walk."
She pushed her legs back under the covers and decided to find
something else to talk about, when she remembered something. "Oh
my God! We forgot to call Diamond!"
"Well, I suppose we could do it now." She reached over
to the phone and dialed Squall's number. Voice mail. "Hm,
that's strange," she said.
"They're probably at work..." Quistis replied, somewhat
whistfully.
"Oh, hush," replied Ellone. "I predict that within
the next two months, you'll be back in fighting condition."
The doorbell rang, and interupted her. She returned back upstairs
with a telegram.
"Who's it from?" inquired Quistis.
Ellone turned it around and looked at the seal. "Balamb Garden."
She opened it, and started mouthing the words to herself, leaving
Quistis anxious and very freaked when she suddenly burst into
tears. She dropped the note on the bed for her to read, and then
they were both sobbing into each other.
A few hours had passed, and
the two women were both feeling very dead inside from the excessive
crying. They were both sitting on the bed, each with a hot drink,
when Ellone thought of something.
"What's gonna happen to Seifer?" Without another word,
she connected Quistis to him, so they could both learn his fate.
He was in a large room in the MD levels, which had over time become Balamb's courtroom. A small committee of people, including Cid, Dr. Kadawoki, and one of the SeeDs that had arrested him, sat opposite of him. A man in a higher chair spoke.
"Mr. Almasy, SeeD found
you at the scene of a murder."
"Yes, your honor."
"Based on evidence provided by said SeeDs, Dr. Kadawoki,
and Squall Leonheart, this court has decided to charge you with
murder in the first degree. Do you deny these charges?"
He briefly looked down at his feet and then back up at the judge.
"No, your honor."
From there, the man dismissed the court and several SeeDs cuffed him before shuffling him to a prison aircraft. He vaguely heard what was being explained to him, that he would be in this place for the rest of his life, and there would be no hope of ever leaving. He was barely even there..
