Title: Run to the Farm

Summary: Holly couldn't breathe. It was like her lungs were frozen with her guilt and grief. Cynthia's dead… A phrase that haunted her so badly that she ran away, only to get stuck and meet a boy with handsome green eyes and heart of gold. Her days on the farm will remain in her heart till even after death. || Redo of Holly's Sewer Trip. The "Farm" is referenced many times in the collection, and here's the half unfinished introduction to it. It's also Holly's view for "Cinderheart's Accident" the unuploaded version.

Main Character: Holly, Cynthia, Leon, Finli, Brilee, Jay, Bree, Fala, Steve

Run to the Farm

Holly's Story

Brilee (pronounced Br-I-Lee)-She's specially featured in this chapter, she is Finli's younger sister

"Cindy?" Holly called into the locker room, her green eyes searching for her friend. Cynthia was supposed to meet her in the courtyard after school, but she hadn't shown up. Suddenly the door swung open and someone seized Holly by the shirt, yanking her into the locker room and shutting the door with a barely audible noise. "Hey!-" A hand slapped over her mouth, and Holly looked up to see striking sapphire blue eyes blinking down at her. Well, she had found her at least. Then she noticed the semi dry blood trail from her nose to her chin, and Holly's jaw slackened. "What happened to you?!" She gasped in a hushed voice once Cynthia had released her.

"Don't ask," Cynthia grunted, she was looking around, her gaze flickered around like a trapped animal, clearly something was wrong.

"What's going on?" Holly asked in a hushed tone as she approached Cynthia, "why're you in here?"

Cynthia suddenly covered her mouth again, "Ssshhh!" She hissed and fell silent. Holly waited with bated breath as she heard muffled footsteps outside of the locker room and went away from the door. Only once the footsteps disappeared did Cynthia release her. "Drake's hunting me," she said in a hushed voice, "so ssh! I need to get out of here without him seeing me."

"Or me now," Holly said in a similar tone, "otherwise he'll use me as bait."

Cynthia nodded, "I've been trying to think of how to get out of here for an hour and a half now."

Holly nodded, and as Cynthia vanished around a corner probably to look for an exit, she took out her phone and quickly started to text her brother. "Leon, I'm still at the school, Cindy's here with me, she's in trouble by," she accidentally pressed send when Cynthia swore softly, rushed back over, shoved Holly into one of the showers, and drew the curtain closed, her blue eyes wide and panicked. "Don't say anything!" She hissed before she whirled around at the sound of the door being kicked open.

"This is the last place where the girl can be Drake," a guy growled, his voice rough and annoyed.

"Come out come out wherever you are Cynthia!" Drake cackled, his voice sent chills down Holly's spine and she stood like a statue, trying not to make any noise as she discreetly pulled the shower curtain half an inch so she could see what was going on.

"Why?" Cynthia retorted, her back was facing Holly. "So you can play with me? News flash Drake, I'm not your prey you sick perv."

Drake came into Holly's view and ice gripped her heart, he had a closed switch blade swinging on a chain at his belt. "You don't get it do you?" He drawled, stepping closer to Cynthia, "I'm not here to be your predator, even though you would be very fun to play with." He eyed Cynthia in a way that made Holly flinch. "I'm here," he drawled, stepping closer to her, "to take back what you stole from me."

"What? Your reputation?" Cynthia snorted, "StarClan, I didn't steal your rep you arse." There was a crash and Holly jumped, staring through the crack of the curtain at her friend who had just been slammed into the tile covered wall, Drake now had one hand around her throat, and he looked very angry. Cynthia glanced briefly at Holly, "Calm down tiger, I didn't steal your reputation."

"I'm not talking about that Cynthia Lawson," Drake snarled, "you know full well what I'm talking about."

"Oh," Cynthia rolled her eyes, "Leon right?" She snorted, "you know, for such a tough guy, you're really a sap-" She broke off wheezing, doubling over as Drake's brass knuckled fist made contact with her ribs.

Holly stared at her friend, what was she doing?! Drake wasn't someone to mess with, even for Cynthia.

"Okay, okay, obviously you don't understand sarcasm," Cynthia coughed and leaned on her knees, blood was beginning to stain her lips a crimson red. "I didn't do anything to Ivory Drake, I didn't steal her from you, she's Leon's cousin for StarClan's sake!"

Drake sneered and punched her again in the ribs, nearly knocking Cynthia to the floor. "What did you tell her?! Ivory won't even look at me thanks to you!"

Cynthia coughed and cleared her throat, her voice now somewhat raspy, "I didn't tell Ivory anything about you," she rasped, Holly could see that she now had one arm wrapped around her now bruised ribs. She fell to her hands and knees when Drake's fist ade contact once more but this time with a loud crunch. "I didn't tell her anything," She spat out a clob of blood. Holly could see Cynthia's skin going pale, nodoubtedly Drake had just broken more than a few of her ribs.

"I don't believe you!" Drake hissed and punched her across the side of the face, "she won't even look at me after I saw you talking to her!"

"Maybe she finally saw the real you," Cynthia wheezed, "a cold blooded creep."

Drake growled, seized Cynthia by the shoulders, and smashed her face into his knee. Holly cringed violently at the crunch of her friend's nose breaking.

"I don't know what happened Drake," Cynthia wheezed, her voice now somewhat nasally thanks to the broken nose. "I don't." She then let out a cry of pain Holly stared as Cynthia arched her back and she saw the flash of a silver knife and blood to start gushing from a thick cut in the back of her thigh.

Drake grabbed Cynthia's ponytail and yanked down so her head was tilted up awkwardly, "What. Did. You. Say. To. Ivory. Fernandas."

"Nothing," Cynthia spat, and Holly stared at her friend, her face was completely bloodied, her nose was obviously broken, blood shined on her lips and chin, and over all she looked terrible. "I didn't say anything to her involving you!" She spat at him, wheezing from her ribs.

Drake yanked Cynthia to her feet and hauled her out of Holly's vision. "Answer me properly!" He growled, "or this mirror will be ruined."

Cynthia laughed bitterly, "you can't mess my face up much more Drake, smashing my face against a mirror won't get me to say anything else."

Holly jumped and slapped her hands over her mouth when she heard the smashing of the mirror and Cynthia's gasp of pain.

"Answer me!" Drake snarled.

"Never," Cynthia spat, she sounded like her face was still pressed against the broken mirror, "I'm not giving you the satisfaction!" Holly flinched when she heard another mirror being broken and Cynthia groaned. "I'm not telling you Drake," She growled, panting slightly now.

Holly scrambled backward in the shower when she saw a small amount of blood making its way toward the drain that was in the shower. How much is she bleeding?!

"Then maybe this will!" Drake roared, finally losing his temper

Cynthia howled and Holly paled as she heard another crunch, but this time by the way she heard Cynthia fall to the floor and the mirror shards crunched beneath her body, Drake had broken part of one of her legs. "I'm not telling you," Cynthia growled, her voice wheezy and nasally, "no matter what." She yelled again and Holly heard another crack, "never."

"Tell me!"

"No." Cynthia howled again and Holly began feeling slightly faint, her friend was gaining injuries by the second. Then her phone buzzed silently in her hand and she jerked her head down to look at it.

Leon

In trouble from what? Are you still in the school building? What's going on?

sent at 4:50

Fingers shaking as she heard Cynthia continue to get beaten on, she typed a reply and sent it.

Holly

From Drake, yeah Cindy pushed me into one of the showers, I'm hiding from Drake. I don't really know what's going on.

Sent at 4:55

"That's enough Drake," one of the guys' voices shook slightly, "she's going to bleed out if you're not careful."

"Then let her!" Drake snapped viciously and Cynthia howled once more, "what did you say to Ivory?!"

Please submit, please! Holly whimpered mentally, hoping to StarClan that Cynthia would submit.

"Nothing," Cynthia coughed, "I didn't say anything to her about you."

Holly felt fear weigh down her belly even more and she looked down at her phone when it went off again.

Leon

Drake's there?! S*** I'm on my way to the school, is Cyn injured?

Sent at 5:00

Holly quickly replied.

Holly

Yeah, she's lost a lot of blood, by the way, there's blood draining through the drain of the shower stall I'm hiding in. Please Hurry!

Sent 5:02

Then something Cynthia said was music to Holly's ears. "All I said was that you were just below her in the whole scary rank thing," Cynthia wheezed, her voice hoarse, "that's it."

Drake seemed to accept her answer. "Fine."

Holly looked down at her phone again.

Leon

I'll be there in five minutes, get a picture of Drake and his goons, I'll use it later. Make sure Cyn's okay

Sent 5:04

"Drake let's go," one of his 'friends' urged, "otherwise we're going to be in some big trouble."

Holly carefully pulled the curtain again, opening it enough so she could see what was going on and quickly snapped a picture.

"Fine. one last thing…" Drake growled and Cynthia gasped and howled once again, "there. Now let's go."

Holly moved to open the curtain once she heard the door close but she froze, why hadn't she have done anything earlier? A wave of guilt crashed over her so strong that she wanted to go hide in a corner and sob, she let Cynthia down…

"Holly?" Cynthia croaked, "they're gone now."

Holly rushed out and covered her mouth with her hands, her green eyes wide as she took in the full scene in front of her.

Cynthia was lying on her back, her blue eyes directed at Holly, but there were obvious signs of a concussion in her eyes, and her eyes were glazed like she was about to pass out at any moment. Blood stained some of the walls, a lot of the floor, the broken mirrors held traces of Cynthia's blood as well, and Holly could hardly see her friend's face beyond the thick layer of blood that covered her face and her bangs and hair that was getting in her face.

"Cindy…" Holly breathed, her friend was broken, severely injured, and she had done nothing to help her.

"Are you okay?" Cynthia croaked and she coughed and spit up blood.

Holly nodded, unable to say anything.

"Call your brothers," Cynthia croaked, "and go home, you're safe at home."

Holly noticed the blood staining the front of her friend's shirt, and mustered up the words to speak, "what… what happened there?"

Cynthia smiled weakly, as much as she was able to. "Go home Holly, you don't want to know."

"C-Can I help you in any way?" Holly asked, a stutter in her voice.

Cynthia started to shake her head, but she abruptly started coughing violently and a heartbeat later she vomited up a lot of blood before her blue eyes glazed over and slid shut, her body lying still and motionless.

Holly stumbled, her green eyes fixed on her friend, willing her to move and show her that she was alive.

Cynthia didn't move.

Holly's fingers shook as she texted Leon.

Holly

Cindy's not moving, her eyes are closed and she's still… I don't know if she's alive

Sent 5:09

She then picked up her backpack, trembling, and fled, bursting out of the locker room and running out of the school and toward the woods, unable to face her brother or any more for that matter. I didn't help her! I didn't help her and now she's dead!

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Holly felt her ankle screech in protest as her foot suddenly sunk deep into a mud hole and she fell forward onto her hands and knees, which caused them to sting as they scraped on the rough terrain. She managed to turn around so she was facing the mud hole and sitting down before she tried to wrench her foot from the mud that was sucking her foot down deeper into the earth. Come on… She whimpered softly, speaking the words to herself even as she struggled to pull her foot free. Tears were still blurring her vision, she couldn't get the image of Cynthia lying limply on the locker room floor like a ragdoll, and she, Holly, had done nothing. A blubbering sob escaped the pretty ravenette's lips and she pulled harder on her lower leg, the chill from the rain was beginning to sink into her bones and her shivering was becoming uncontrollable. "Come on you stupid foot!" She sobbed through her angry words, "get out of the mud!" She yanked once more and only succeeded in making her foot sink deeper into the mud. She sobbed harder and gave up on pulling her foot free, "my best friend's dead and my own two feet won't cooperate!" She sobbed, her shoulders trembling at the force of her tears. "Even nature hates me!" She sobbed and threw a handful of the spring colored leaves into the air along with throwing her green backpack. The leaves fell softly back down to the earth as she curled her arms around her knees and sobbed, her heart heavy with guilt, pain, and anger all directed toward herself.

"Hello?" A male's voice drifted into Holly's ears and she looked up through tear swimming emerald green eyes to see a boy her age in a rain jacket, worn jeans, and mud splashed tennis shoes with a smallish umbrella hanging from his belt.

The boy's eyes widened and he rushed over, dropping the wood in his arms and unzipping his raincoat. "Oh my gosh, are you alright? It's freezing out here, here," he draped his jacket around her trembling shoulders, "what're you doing out here?" He asked gently as he knelt next to her.

Holly looked at him, the rain and her tears were blurring colors slightly, but with all that had happened to her today, she couldn't help but think that this boy was her hero. "I ran away," she hiccuped, "but my foot got stuck in this mud hole!"

The boy smiled gently at her and he rolled up the sleeves of his light gray hoodie and stuck his hands into the mud, carefully urging the mud to release Holly's foot. Moments later her ankle and tennis shoe clad foot emerged from the mud with a soft sucking sound. "There you go," he smiled warmly at her, "Do you want some help getting home?" He asked, offering her his hand to help her up, which she accepted.

Holly vigorously shook her head and wrenched her hand from his grasp before she got up, "no! I can't go back there!" She sobbed, completely distressed and emotional after the day's events.

The boy's green eyes grew a little startled, but he quickly recovered and smiled gently before he picked up the jacket that had slid off of Holly's shoulders and draped it around her again. "Okay, how about I take you to my house instead until you feel better?" he asked gently, "you'll catch a cold or freeze to death if you stay out here much longer." He moved closer to her, allowing his excess body heat to seep into Holly's chilled body.

Holly scooted a little closer, seeking the warmth and comfort this strange boy seemed to give off.

The boy smiled and offered a hand for her to shake, "I'm Finli, what's your name?"

Holly ignored the handshake and instead huddled closer to his body, feeling now rather drowsy from her overload of emotions out here in the forest. "Holly," she murmured in a barely audible voice, "my name's Holly." Holly's green eyes then slid closed as she hiccuped softly, exhausted from her tears. She felt Finli pick her up and felt the rain cease beating its fists on her face before she fell into a light sleep at the rhythmic rocking of Finli's stride. A little while later she faintly heard a door open and Finli speak.

"Nana, I'm back! And I brought someone with me!"

"Oh dear!" Holly dimly heard a female voice gasp, "she's completely soaked! Where did you find her Finli?"

"I found her sobbing next to a mud hole with her foot and ankle stuck in it," Finli replied and Holly felt herself be gently laid down on a soft couch, "her name's Holly and she's a new run away."

"Poor dear, she must be exhausted…" Holly heard nothing else as she finally succumbed to a deep sleep.

:) :) :)

Holly awoke to feeling warm and comfortable, in a place that she didn't know. Her green eyes slid open and she gave a soft groan, her body felt rather stiff, and her left ankle was sending a weak jolt of pain up her leg and down to her foot. Holly pulled herself up into a half sitting up position and looked around the room, her eyes a little panicked. Where was she? The room had walls the color of the forest, clearly, it had been painted by a skilled artist, for it felt like she was literally inside a forest, the furniture was all oak stained with many shades of green furniture. Holly herself seemed to be on a bunk bed on the lower bunk.

Then the door opened to reveal a girl about thirteen-years-old with blond-streaked dark brown hair braided over one shoulder, chocolate brown eyes, and tan skin with freckles covering every inch of available skin that Holly could see. The girl was wearing dirt splattered overalls with a light blue t-shirt, muddy tennis shoes, and she had a faded half sleeve denim jacket over her overalls and t-shirt. For a moment Holly and the girl stared at each other before the girl gave a soft surprised gasp and shot off like a rocket down the stairs.

Holly stared at the doorway, did she do something to scare the girl? Or did she have something on her face? Holly rubbed her face, checking to make sure she didn't have something on her face that could've scared the younger teen off.

Holly didn't need to worry though, cause a few moments later, the girl returned but this time with a middle-aged woman with grey speckled dark brown hair and icy blue eyes that gleamed with a nurturing and mothering look that made her seem nice and supportive. "What Brilee?" The woman asked the younger teenager who had evidently dragged her up the stairs, "what now?"

The girl, whose name was apparently Brilee, ducked behind the woman and pushed her forward, pointing with one freckled hand to Holly who was looking at them with wide green eyes.

The woman's eyes widened before they filled with warmth, "oh! How are you feeling darlin'?" She asked before she looked at the girl hiding behind her, "go fetch a plate of lunch Bri, make sure to bring some water up with you."

The girl nodded and vanished once again, seemingly able to vanish without a trace.

Holly cleared her throat, which felt like sandpaper at the current moment, before she replied to the woman, "um… okay, I guess."

"Are you in any pain?" She asked kindly and took a seat in a chair next to the bunk Holly was lying on.

Holly shook her head, "just faint pains in my ankle thank you. Um, would you mind telling me where I am?"

"Oh silly me," the woman smiled, "you're at Gingaka Ranch, the ranch just beyond the Ruxburg Woods."

Holly nodded, "so I'm not in Ruxburg then?"

The woman smiled, "yes, you're not in Ruxburg at the moment."

"Oh," Holly said, rather stunned that she had escaped her city so easily. She thought for a few moments, debating about whether or not she was going to return to Ruxburg or stay here. It wasn't like anyone would miss her anyway, plus her best friend was probably dead after Drake's serious attack.

The woman waited patiently, seeming to be accustomed to thoughtful teenagers.

The clinking of glasses alerted the pair of Brilee's return, and sure enough the teenager emerged from the doorway carrying a tall glass of water and a plate that contained a sandwich, few celery sticks with peanut butter and raisins, and an apple that had a few water droplets left on it from it's washing.

"Thank you Bri," the woman smiled and took it from her before she passed it to Holly.

Holly murmured a thank you and sat up completely before she put the tray down on her lap and picked up the water glass. There was nothing at Ruxburg to keep her happy, sure her family was there, but when they heard that Holly was there but had done nothing they would surely turn their backs on her. So the other option was seeing if she could stay here. They all seemed nice enough, and she wanted to get to know the boy who had rescued her, all she could remember was his striking green eyes and ginger and blonde hair. Holly put down the glass with her mind made up and the glass empty. "Ma'am," she started, being very respectful, "would you mind-"

"Call me Fala," the woman, Fala, smiled, "and you're wondering if you can stay here right?"

Holly nodded silently, poking at the food with one of the celery sticks.

"I think it's a good idea Nana," a soft spoken voice that Holly hadn't heard yet murmured, "she's lonely and confused." Brilee finished, scuffing the floor with the toe of her mud stained shoes.

Fala nodded to the young teenager's comment before she smiled at Holly, "You're a lucky girl Holly," she smiled, "Bri here almost never talks to anyone outside of our family, this is the first time I've heard her talk around a newcomer before them being around for at least a week."

Holly smiled weakly, that didn't answer her question though and it was starting to bother her not knowing if she could stay or not, she didn't want to see Ruxburg right now, the wounds were too fresh.

Fala smiled, "you're welcome to stay as long as you like Holly," she said as if sensing her agitation. "You'll be expected to help Finli and Bri around the house, and be one of the kids, but yes, you may stay as long as you see fit."

Holly smiled a million dollar smile, she needed to get away for a while, and this family was perfect.

"Once you're finished eating and you change, Bri and Finli will show you around the farm," Fala continued with a warm smile, "you can start helping them tomorrow."

Holly nodded, her green eyes alit with low key happiness. She then asked a question before she took a bite of a celery stick. "Who's the artist for the room?" She asked rather curiously.

Brilee shuffled a little embarrassedly and Fala smiled, "Bri drew all of the art here, she's quite the talented artist, don't you think?"

Holly smiled at the young teenager, "definitely. This art is some of the best I've ever seen."

Brilee just blushed, mumbled something, and scampered out of the room.

Once she had finished eating, Holly donned a loose green t-shirt, a pair of loos blue jeans, and an unzipped zip up light green hoodie with the muddy shoes she had arrived in. Aparently Fala had washed and dried everything in her backpack, including her precious book Inheritance.

Brilee led the way outside where the sun was shining warmly down upon the farmland, bathing the ffarmlandin its warm rays. She seemed to wander over to a horse stable near the house, her footsteps determined and soft on the soft and earthy ground.

Once they had entire the horse stable Holly realized why Brilee had gone there first. A boy Holly's age with ginger and blonde hair and striking green eyes was filling up water troughs. The boy looked sweaty and a little over heated, like he had been working since early that morning. He was dressed in a white and green plaid shirt that was rolled up at the elbows under dirtied and worn in overalls with currently rubber boots on his feet.

"Finli," Brilee spoke softly to the boy who Holly suddenly remember as the boy that had saved her, "Holly's awake and we're supposed to show her around the farm."

Finli paused his work of filling up the water troughs and looked over at Brilee and Holly, he smiled at Holly, "you feeling alright?" He asked curiously, "you were half frozen when I found you."

Heat rose to Holly's cheeks and she nodded, scuffing the ground with her muddied shoes, feeling slightly shy. "Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for finding me."

Finli smiled and set down the water bucket he had been using to fill the troughs, "your welcome, I'm glad you feel better now."

Brilee spoke up aburptly in her quiet voice, "Finli we're supposed to be showing her around the farm."

Finli rolled his eyes affectionately and ruffled the young girl's hair, "I know sis, I was about to leave after I finished filling up the troughs so we can do that."

Brilee smiled, "then let's go!" She then grabbed Finli and Holly's wrists, and tugged them out of the stables.

Scene 2

"You should at least see if she is alive," Brilee said softly as she gently braided Holly's hair, her amber eyes fixed on her task at hand.

"I know," Holly sighed and moved to have her legs stretched out rather than crossed, "I'm just scared for what my parents think about me."

"Why would they think badly of you?" Finli asked from his chair that he had pulled up to the bunk from the desk, "I'm sure that if you had tried to help you would've been beaten up as well."

Holly hesitated, not sure if she wanted to explain why her parents would think of her as a bad person.

"I'm sure your parents are happy that your safe and happy," Brilee said quietly, "every parent loves their child and always wants to think the best of them."

"Maybe so," Holly sighed again and rubbed her fingers against a small cloth, cleaning the dirt from her fingernails and fingers, "but my parents think I'm flawless, so if they find out that I didn't help Cynthia when Drake beat her and probably killed her, they're going to hate me." She was silent for a moment before she spoke again, her voice now small and timid. "Everyone will hate me."

"I don't hate you Holly," Finli said, reaching over and gently grasping one of her hands, "Brilee and I only think the best of you." He smiled a little, "you are an amazing person, just because you didn't fight what's his name, Drake?" At Holly's nod, he continued, "doesn't mean your a bad person, it means you recognized that your efforts in getting involved like that would get both of you into trouble."

Holly smiled weakly at him, feeling reassured by his words. "Thanks, Fini," she said and grasped his hand for a second before gently moving her hand from his grasp.

"Are you afraid your friend won't forgive you for not helping her?" Brilee asked Holly softly, as she plucked a hair band off the bed and finished up the brai before she let go of Holly's hair. "Cause by how you described her, Cynthia wouldn't have ever doubted you in the first place."

Holly blinked, realizing that what Brilee had said was true, she had been worried about what Cynthia would've thought if she had survived, and that her best friend would have never doubted her for even a second. Cynthia knew what she had gotten herself into and she had been the one to push Holly behind the shower curtains of one of the showers in the locker room. Cynthia had been protecting her. Holly's throat grew clogged as a lump grew in her throat, "you're right, Cynthia wouldn't hate me, she was one protecting me."

Finli looked at her, his green eyes gentle and reassuring, "then do you want to see if she survived? And if so how she's doing?"

Holly nodded thickly, her green eyes emotional, "can I?"

Finli nodded, "Of course."

"Will you and Bri come with me?" Holly asked quietly, looking at the pair of siblings.

Finli smiled at her, "of course, we can't leave you to do it all by yourself now can we Bri?"

Brilee smiled brightly, "nope, that we can't do."

Holly's nervousness resurfaced as the truck was turned off and she gazed out the window at the Ruxburg Hospital, somewhere she had been a few times for her brother and her aunt. What if Cynthia didn't survive? She couldn't help but wonder, there was blood everywhere, mirrors had been shattered, and she wasn't moving when I ran, so what if she's dead? Then she was startled when the door was pulled open and Leon was revealed to be standing there, his amber eyes were bright at seeing his older sister.

"Holly!" He smiled, "where've you been?!"

Holly smiled weakly at her brother and got out of the car, "I've been on a ranch, recovering from what happened."

Leon's smile wavered half a second, "how's the ranch then?" he asked and hugged her, his voice a little less enthusiastic.

Holly smiled and hugged her brother back for a few moments before she released him. "It's nice, the family's amazing and they're all really nice."

Leon smiled warmly and began walking toward the hospital's entrance, "I'm glad you've been doing well. Jay's here somewhere, I think he wanted to say hello, but he may have fallen asleep, so…"

Holly chuckled, "so I should find him at some point and say hi to my twin."

Leon bobbed his head, "yup!"

"How's Cindy?" Holly blurted out after a few minutes of casual silence.

Leon looked a little startled and he blushed a tiny amount, which confused Holly a decent amount. "She's awake, bound to a wheelchair and on a breathing tube till the tear in her left lung heals, but as normal as she can be stuck in a wheelchair and being driven insane by cabin fever."

Holly nodded, feeling like a weight had been taken from her shoulders, Cynthia was alive and well, thank StarClan.

"You should go find Jay," Leon urged his sister, "I'll track Cynthia down for you and bring her to her room so you can talk to her."

Holly swallowed the growing lump in her throat and nodded, "any ideas where he is?"

"Nope," Leon said, popping the p, "I have no idea."

Holly sighed, "great."

"Jay?" Holly called into the lounge, looking around for her napping twin brother for the past twenty minutes. It seemed that finally, she had found the right lounge.

"Holly?" Jay sat up from where he was sitting and had been dozing, "what're you doing here?" He asked, his voice rather grouchy and miffed, "and I was sleeping thank you very much."

"Well, I wanted to say hi while I'm here and Leon told me to find you while he hunted Cynthia down." Holly shrugged and plopped down next to her brother.

Jay snorted and got more comfortable, "of course he did."

Holly blinked in confusion and looked at him, "what do you mean?"

Jay rolled his blind eyes, "He and Cynthia had been going through the whole stage of 'my friend who I have feelings for nearly died and now I realize how little time I have.' It's honestly somewhat messed up."

"How?" Holly asked in confusion, "they aren't a couple, are they?"
Jay snorted, "that's why it's messed up, they aren't a couple yet, but they're acting somewhat sappy and overly affectionate and it's borderline ridiculous."

"So sappy stuff that you don't like?" Holly giggled, "it's nice to talk to you again Jay, your opinions are so vastly different from everyone elses."

Jay shrugged, "I'm special." he grunted, "Cynthia's room is two-twenty-five," he told his sister, "go have fun chatting with her."

"I will, I'm glad I got to see you brother," Holly smiled at him and got to her feet, "good luck with your nap."

"You too Holly," he replied, and settled into a comfortable spot for his nap, "I missed you."

Holly smiled weakly at him and began walking down the halls toward Cynthia's room.

It only took ten minutes to find Cynthia's room, and when Holly did, knocked, and pulled open the door, she saw what Jay had been talking about. Cynthia was lying on her side under the hospital bed blankets, looking incredibly drowsy like she was about to fall asleep. Leon was sitting in a semi comfortable chair next to the bed, one of Cynthia's hands were clasped between his hands, and he was playing with her thin fingers and the hospital bracelet around one wrist. He was leaning forward so his forehead was brushing against her black bangs that were semi tucked behind her ear.

Niether seemed to have heard her arrival as Cynthia mumbled something in a sleepy mumble to Leon before she moved a little and stretched her left leg, turning onto her back and yawning.

Leon's eyes flickered over to Holly, he murmured a greeting to Cynthia and brushed his lips against Cynthia's cheek before drawing back and addressing his sister again, "Hey Holly, Cyndy just got her medication about five minutes ago, so she's half asleep at the moment."

"She can go to sleep if she wants," Holly smiled encouragingly at her brother, seeing that he was nervous about doing what he was doing while around Holly. "I'm here all day so I can talk to her once she's gotten the sleep she needs."

"What're you doing Leo?" Cynthia mumbled as Leon released her hand and tucked his hands into his pockets. She turned her head toward him, half opening her eyes to look sleepily at him.

Leon turned a little pink and shook his head at her, his amber gaze straying to his sister.

Cynthia mumbled under her breath, turned so her back was facing Leon, and closed her eyes again.

Holly could clearly see her face now as she moved to sit down on the second visitor's chair across from Leon on the other side of the bed, and guilt weighed in her stomach once more. Cynthia had clearly had a special treatment for the cuts on her face, because almost all of them were healed and there wasn't any scabbing of any sort. The bridge of her nose had a white tape across it that probably helped in keeping her nose straight while it healed, and there was a large scar forming that went from her nose, across her right cheek, and down the side of her neck. Probably from one of the mirror shards. "I'm fine," Cynthia mumbled and Holly jumped, having not noticed that she had opened her eyes while Holly looked over her injuries, "Don't worry so much," her blue eyes slid shut as the medication kicked in.