Disclaimer:I don't own Psychonauts.
So close, but far away.
He stared at the figure in the bed. Her hands folded grafcefully over her chest. She was not dead but her eyes did not open. His heart skipped a beat every time the machine forgot to beep signaling heart beats. He was left alone with her. The other's had told him it wasn't his fault. It felt like it was though. She was his partner. He ran to her when he heard the screams, but he was too late. And she went down like a lead ballon. Which is why she was in the hospital bed. She had been like that for two weeks. Things had started to go back to normal, but everyone knew they wouldn't be the same. He left the room to get some coffee.
What he didn't notice was the pair of eyes watching him.
The girl looked down at the person below her on the bed. The similaries were striking. They could have been twins. Except for one of the girl's that had a pair of fake angel wings on. Milla, contrary to popular belief, had woken up two weeks ago. She sat up and realized that her body hadn't followed her movements. At first she thought she had astrally projected herself or something, but she couldn't get back into her body. So she was stuck sitting there as Sasha and her body slowly wasted away. She would have left to find a solution, but she found two problems with that. Number one, if she strayed to far away from her body all her brain waves were cut off and she would actually die. Number two, as ghost do in movies, she couldn't walk through walls. She would meerly be stuck in it. Which sucked. So all she could do is watch people wioth sad faces come in and count sealing tiles. Her head moved when the door opened. Sasha stepped back in. He had been spending a lot of time in her room. It was killing her. She was so close to him, she could almost feel his breath. And then she fell through him.
Sasha's eyes looked around for the thing that had touched him. He could have sworn... It must have been the wind.