Chapter Eight
"Hon? Hon, wake up..." A nurse was shaking his shoulder. Jonathan groggily sat up. He instinctively looked at Sarah. She looked different. More pale. Like a porcelain doll. She did not look right. Jonathan looked at the nurse.
"She's sunk into a coma, hon. I don't know what to tell you." She looked as if she wanted to say something more, but then she left the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. Jonathan looked at Sarah. He finally remembered. He remembered all that had happened. This was Jareth's doing, he was sure. But how to...? Then he smiled. What did all Prince Charmings do when they had a damsel in distress? Jonathan leaned over Sarah, looking at her asleep once again, and then closing his eyes, gently kissed her.
Sarah felt the warmth of his lips on hers. Oh, what a difference. Whereas Jareth's kiss had been like fine Viennese chocolate, Jonathan's was like meat and potatoes to her starved soul. She felt the warmth of his kiss travel down her face and warm her whole body. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Jonathan's face, fuzzy at first, came into focus.
"Oh Jonathan!" She held out her arms to him and they embraced and kissed again. Sarah had felt peace and joy and happiness, even completeness with Jareth. But with Jonathan, she felt only one thing: that this was where she truly belonged.
"Jonathan?" Sarah whispered.
"What?"
"Can you ever forgive me for doubting?" Jonathan looked into Sarah's eyes. Sarah looked back with a little fear. He smiled, and as a response, kissed her again. Overjoyed, Sarah hugged him. As she hugged him to her, she noticed a familiar weight on her left hand. She held it up and saw a wonderful blue sparkle on her finger. A tear of happiness slipped out, and she hugged Jonathan closer.
And outside, a white owl watched them with eyes of blue ice, and then slowly flew away.
THE END!
"Hon? Hon, wake up..." A nurse was shaking his shoulder. Jonathan groggily sat up. He instinctively looked at Sarah. She looked different. More pale. Like a porcelain doll. She did not look right. Jonathan looked at the nurse.
"She's sunk into a coma, hon. I don't know what to tell you." She looked as if she wanted to say something more, but then she left the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. Jonathan looked at Sarah. He finally remembered. He remembered all that had happened. This was Jareth's doing, he was sure. But how to...? Then he smiled. What did all Prince Charmings do when they had a damsel in distress? Jonathan leaned over Sarah, looking at her asleep once again, and then closing his eyes, gently kissed her.
Sarah felt the warmth of his lips on hers. Oh, what a difference. Whereas Jareth's kiss had been like fine Viennese chocolate, Jonathan's was like meat and potatoes to her starved soul. She felt the warmth of his kiss travel down her face and warm her whole body. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Jonathan's face, fuzzy at first, came into focus.
"Oh Jonathan!" She held out her arms to him and they embraced and kissed again. Sarah had felt peace and joy and happiness, even completeness with Jareth. But with Jonathan, she felt only one thing: that this was where she truly belonged.
"Jonathan?" Sarah whispered.
"What?"
"Can you ever forgive me for doubting?" Jonathan looked into Sarah's eyes. Sarah looked back with a little fear. He smiled, and as a response, kissed her again. Overjoyed, Sarah hugged him. As she hugged him to her, she noticed a familiar weight on her left hand. She held it up and saw a wonderful blue sparkle on her finger. A tear of happiness slipped out, and she hugged Jonathan closer.
And outside, a white owl watched them with eyes of blue ice, and then slowly flew away.
THE END!