10
Marluxia
She was still out cold. I had taken her in when I found her. She had arrived on the night of the meteor shower. I have no clue why, but I felt the two events were related, rather than being coincidence. I was no doctor, but I was determined to take care of her. The medical profession wasn't too popular out here in the relative wilderness, my town only had a handful of people. Our local medical expert was no doctor, but a nurse, but she said the girl at this point had little to no chance of recovery. It had been maybe two months now, and she was still in a coma it seemed. She could drink, we gave her water, fed her soup. I could see her eyes moving beneath the eyelids, but she couldn't open her eyes, or speak to me. She was young, maybe five years old. I had lost my sister to a serious pnemonia when she was nine, maybe that was why I wanted to save this girl's life.
And as I had for almost two months, I sat by her bedside, talking to her. Nothing in particular, just stuff. I wanted her to know she wasn't alone.
"You know kid, I'm not too sure why you're here, but it must be for a reason," I told her. "You came with the meteor shower, remember? That means you're heavenly, you'll probably grow up to be a beautiful woman, and change the world, like cure all disease, or help people forget their pains, or make children everywhere smile." I brushed her blonde hair behind her ear, "I'm not sure what, but something great awaits you."
I looked out the window, saw the outside world I hadn't visited in so long. "Do you want to know what's happening outside?" I asked, and took her silence as a yes, "The birds are sitting on the branches, singing to each other. Leaves are falling, it's autumn now. The sun's in the sky, and the stars will be out soon. Everything here has a name..." I trailed off. "Except you," I whispered to myself. I had heard that saying someone's name repeatedly to them while they were in a coma like this helped more than any medicine could. I didn't know that though, I didn't even know if she had, say, a hobby. I wish I knew something about her, maybe I could make her more comfortable, surround her with familiar things. But I had no such information. I looked over to my back door. My gear was all sitting there. I was a farmer by trade. I harvested grain, with the sickle and the scythe, I plowed fields, planted seeds, except for now. Except for this girl, my life would be as it always had been, simple, fulfilling.
I sat there and talked with her for a few more hours. Well into the night, I decided I was tired and turned out the light behind me, "Night kid, sleep well."