Message: sorry guys that it's taking long to update, really busy with work and training, now that it's near nationals, but yep. Here's the third chapter, please read and review, because I'm not sure if you like my story. Oh by the way, the lyric in chapter 2 was "take my hand, we'll leaving here tonight" by evanescence.
Chapter 3: Broken
December 4, 2001
Giòmanach is just about coping. I drove him to the hospital today to see Morgan. She's slipped into a coma, so we are still unsure what is happening .Mary-Kate, Mr and Mrs Rowlands are just as shocked. Mrs. Rowlands was there when Morgan slipped into a coma, and I felt helpless not being able to do anything, while she was crying "My baby". I've tried everything: healing spells, crystals, meditation, everything and I can't seem to help her. She is such a powerful witch, she needs a powerful healer. I've called the council, but they're being incredibly stupid, saying that they cannot send a healer here as it is not necessary. Talk about crap! Giòmanach hasn't said a word since it happened. This must have cut him even deeper, with Uncle, Auntie and Linden has gone. Now that Morgan's like this, it's shattered him.
I've checked the stairs, but there's no magick. None what so ever, so how did it break?
Athar
Sky drove me to Widows Vale Hospital, so I could visit Morgan. She hasn't said anything yet, and I don't want to. I can't even sleep, let alone talk about it. Everytime I tried to fall asleep, I'm bombarded with the event, constantly playing in my mind, her screams so violently piercing. If only I had reached her hand….. if only.
I sat there by her side, watching her face, waiting for a flicker of movement. She's so beautiful. Her dark brown hair just touching the floor and her lips so gorgeous. And I thought, we didn't even have a proper kiss. I held her hand, sending what was left of my energy to her.
I soon fell asleep, probably because I needed it, but also because I felt safe and close to my love. I saw Morgan in a field of poppies, she was dancing and laughing, and I smiled, my heart lifting to see her happy. Then my imaged became blurry, unfocused and I was knocked back to reality.
Someone was slapping my face. Not someone. Morgan. She was moving, yet her eyes were closed. I sat there transfixed at the sight of her, then without hesitation I ran and called a nurse.
Three doctors were standing around her trying to monitor her. I held her hand hoping that it would dampen her fears. "She's in a fit, we'd better get her into Resus" one said. A fit? Oh what was going on? I didn't bother answering that, because Morgan's mouth was opening. She tried to say something yet her words were unclear. I leaned in close and that time I heard it loud and clear, "Cal!" she cried. She opened her eyes, and my heart broke into little pieces to sharp to put back together.