Chapter 8

Several hours passed before Glinda was awaken by a door closing. "Sorry to wake you." The Doctor said as he extended his hand to the curly blond. "Hello, Miss Glinda, I'm Doctor Roarke."

"Hello." Glinda replied as she shook his hand. "Can you tell me Elphaba's condition?"

The Doctor didn't have to take much time to give Glinda an answer, "She's not doing any better, I'm afraid."

"Are you sure there isn't anything that can be done?" Glinda asked as fresh tears threatened to escape down her eyes.

"We just have to wait. She has to wake up on her own." Doctor Roarke replied. "Her body and especially her head had suffered a nasty hit."

"Be honest, with me, Doctor." Glinda said. "What is the chance that Elphaba will wake up?"

Doctor Roarke only sighed out deeply before answering, "Let's just say this...it is extremely rare that someone suffering from this kind of hit to wake up but it is not impossible." Glinda didn't respond as she cupped the green witch's face using all her might to keep her tears from leaking. "When Twlya helped bring Elphaba in she told me of the accident, but I don't know how the Witch of the West let this befall her." Doctor Roarke said.

Glinda only looked up at him and replied, "She let this befall her to save me."

Doctor Roarke stared in shock at the curly blond answer. "She saved you? The Wicked Witch of the West saved you?"

Glinda nodded before saying, "It wasn't the first time."

Many hours passed, but Elphaba's condition remained neutral. Glinda never left the green woman's side. She would usually just sit there quietly either holding Elphaba's hand or running her fingers through her raven hair. It was mid day before Twlya returned with a familiar face following from behind. "This girl said she was a friend of yours." Twlya said as Uackle pushed by her and hugged Glinda tightly.

"I came over as soon as I heard the news." Uackle said as she held an exhausted Glinda.

"She's not getting any better." Glinda choked. "This is all my fault. She shielded me from the debris. I should be the one hurt, not her."

"Glinda, this is not your fault." Uackle replied as she peered at the unconscious Elphaba. An uneasiness passed over Uackle when she saw the green witch. Uackle knew she wasn't dead, but something told her that if Elphaba didn't wake up soon she would feel the breath of death. "Don't lose hope."

"It's not that I'm losing hope." Glinda said as she wiped her tears from her face. "It's just...she's running out of time." Uackle stayed a few hours with Glinda giving her some needed company, and she watched over Elphaba when Glinda got something to eat and drink. "Any change?" Glinda asked when she returned.

Uackle just shook her head. "I have an early class tomorrow Glin, so I need to get going, but don't give up."

"I won't." Glinda answered as she gave Uackle one last hug before she left. Glinda then took her original position sitting by Elphaba's bed side holding one of her green hands in her own.

"Elphaba..." Glinda whispered. "Oh Elphie, don't give up this fight. Just don't give up because I never will." With that the curly blond witch laid her head down and let sleep wash over her.

Glinda opened her eyes to see Doctor Roarke holding Elphaba's condition papers. A black marker rested in his free hand. With a disappointing sigh Glinda watched him draw a giant X across the papers.

"What are you doing?" Glinda questioned. "Why did you mark up Elphaba's hospital papers?"

"It's the hospital's policy to mark a patient's papers when they have died." Doctor Roarke said.

Glinda's gaze quickly fell on Elphaba who's face was a pale green, and her chest remained still. "Sweet Oz, no."

"The Witch of the West passed on a few hours ago." Doctor Roarke replied. "Her head and body wounds were far too great."

"You lie!" Glinda shouted.

"I'm sorry." Doctor Roarke answered. "She's dead."

Still not believing the Doctor's words Glinda lifted a trembling hand up to Elphaba's nose. Despair flooded over her body when she felt no air brushing the skin of her hand. After getting proof for herself that Elphaba was truly dead Glinda then began to sob with great strength. "Oh Elphie. My Elphie."

Doctor Roarke only rested a comforting hand on the blond's shoulder as he replied, "I guess some do mourn the wicked."

Author's note: Don't worry this is not the end of my story.