16
Marluxia
I was washing the dishes when I heard it. A yawn. A single, simple yawn. I knew. I didn't want to get my hopes up, but I knew.
I came into the spare bedroom, and there she was, awake. She looked around, and saw me, and smiled innocently at me and just said, "Hello!"
"You're...awake," I said, disbelieving it. It was what, over two months? I had actually begun to think she was never gonna wake up, and certainly not recover in an instant.
"Yup," she said, "I'm all fixed now." That was it. She didn't ask where she was, it was like she expected to wake up here. Like she knew what was going on. No question about where her mommy was, what happened to her siblings, if she had any, nothing.
I couldn't force down a smile, "Well, yes, you were very sick. So you're better now."
"No," she said, giggling and shaking her head, her blonde hair waving with each shake, "I mean I'm fixed, all my memory is fine now. I kind of hurt myself, so I had to fix it, it took a long time that was all."
Oh, so it was just an accident, "Oh so did you fall down?"
"No, I think I was just confused. And the meteors, they confused me too. But all the chains are fixed now, I'm better," she said again with a smile.
I was about to ask what she meant when I shook my head. I was always told, never try and understand the logic of small children, you'll only end up with a hurt brain. "Well what's your name little girl?" I asked finally, better off than anything else I could ask a five year old girl.
"Namine."