Sorry guys-I'm not a computer genius. I clicked the wrong button. whoops.
And I don't know why, but I have an urge to call Trouble "Trubs".heeheehee.
anywaysis, here it is:
Friday 12:53: Haven Hospital
They rushed to the hospital, and into ER. Though fairy magic could heal almost anything, if the wound was too deep and had gone over an hour without it, then any blue sparks given would just be borrowed time.
Willow short could hardly move anything except her eyes and her mouth. But when she saw her daughter walk in, followed by a red-faced officer and older of the infamous Kelp brothers, she was glad enough to sit up. The medic standing at her side thought of making her sit back down, but figured since this was the last time she'd see her daughter, it didn't really matter. Willow barely noticed the paramedic; she was focused on Holly. Though they had both grieved over the loss of Major Short, they had never grown close. But even though she knew Holly cared, it weakened her to see Holly not crying, not running to her, not doing anything. She just stood there trance-like, only holding the Kelp's hand. But the effort seemed to be more on his part.
She gasped and fell back from a sudden surge of pain in her back. The soon- to-be orphan was pulled back from the corner in her mind to the hospital room. Forgetting to let go of Trouble's hand, she rushed forward to her mother and Trouble was tagged along. She could feel the tears coming as she finally remembered to drop Trouble's hand and grasped her mom's. she knew she had to be strong for her mother, and she knew Willow wouldn't let her disgrace herself by crying in front of other officers. So she didn't cry, didn't move, didn't even speak as her mother pushed the last of the air out of her lungs and then lay still, eyes still wide open. And the strong, dependable woman that had been Holly's source of comfort and family for the last twenty-five years was dead.
Friday 12:53: Haven Hospital
They rushed to the hospital, and into ER. Though fairy magic could heal almost anything, if the wound was too deep and had gone over an hour without it, then any blue sparks given would just be borrowed time.
Willow short could hardly move anything except her eyes and her mouth. But when she saw her daughter walk in, followed by a red-faced officer and older of the infamous Kelp brothers, she was glad enough to sit up. The medic standing at her side thought of making her sit back down, but figured since this was the last time she'd see her daughter, it didn't really matter. Willow barely noticed the paramedic; she was focused on Holly. Though they had both grieved over the loss of Major Short, they had never grown close. But even though she knew Holly cared, it weakened her to see Holly not crying, not running to her, not doing anything. She just stood there trance-like, only holding the Kelp's hand. But the effort seemed to be more on his part.
She gasped and fell back from a sudden surge of pain in her back. The soon- to-be orphan was pulled back from the corner in her mind to the hospital room. Forgetting to let go of Trouble's hand, she rushed forward to her mother and Trouble was tagged along. She could feel the tears coming as she finally remembered to drop Trouble's hand and grasped her mom's. she knew she had to be strong for her mother, and she knew Willow wouldn't let her disgrace herself by crying in front of other officers. So she didn't cry, didn't move, didn't even speak as her mother pushed the last of the air out of her lungs and then lay still, eyes still wide open. And the strong, dependable woman that had been Holly's source of comfort and family for the last twenty-five years was dead.