Author's Note: This is just to see if I can do it. I'm not sure if I'll continue it. If y'all like it, maybe I will. :)
Wet.
Falling.
Brain fog.
I couldn't breathe, but did I even want to? I don't know anymore. I remember little after the pain, followed by a long fall. The clothes I wore cloaked my body, dragging me deeper into the depths. I thought I felt something swim closer, but that could have been a hallucination.
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"She's soaking wet. We need to change her." I heard one voice say.
"There ain't no way I'm going near her. What? You want me to end up like Mira? A patient?" Another retorted.
Just what are they going on about? I'm so cold.
"Honestly, girls, and you call yourselves fairies? Use your magic!" an older voice shouted.
Fairies? Magic? Something inside me didn't enjoy hearing that word. It was like something was gnawing at my stomach. Despite this, I kept myself still while being… levitated? I could feel my soaked clothes being removed and replaced with dry ones. I could feel something being removed from my arms, also soaked but unable to tell what it was. Once done, they lowered me back to the bed. I chose this moment to open my eyes and instantly regretted it.
"What did you do to Mira?!" someone screeched.
"How could I do anything if I was unconscious?!" I growled back, mentally shocked at how different my voice sounded.
I let out a hiss of pain while clutching my side, feeling a wound under what it felt like bandages. I was so confused, and these people were not helping. I watched as they glared at me with an expression I was too tired to recognize. The older woman seemed to remain patient with me, but I knew that could change. I struggled to sit up, instinctively reaching for the nearest blanket to cover my exposed skin. No idea why I did this; it just felt right. It was then the older lady approach, touching my blanket covered arm.
"Do you remember what happened?"
"No."
"One of the merfolk brought you to the surface. Thankfully, they didn't touch your skin. Speaking of that, is it a curse?"
"I… don't understand it myself. I always had it." I was groggy as hell and my words felt like a rehearsed script, as if people have asked me this a thousand times before.
"One of our girls is sick because of it. Can you reverse it?"
"With your consent, I would need to see the extent of it before I can say." Again, it was automatic.
She nodded. "Fair enough."
"Amaya, you can't be serious!" It was that screeching harpy again.
"Look, I do not know what made you so hostile, but enough! I just came to. I do not need your incessant, prattling Fairy!" I spat that word like it was poison, but I did not understand why.
"Watch it, Witch." The girl hissed.
Back home, I would have been insulted yet here, here it felt natural to be called such. Odd. As tired as I was, I smirked before Old Lady Amaya stepped in between us, crossing her arms in disapproval.
"Enough, both of you. Witch, you may be, but you will behave while you're in this hospital. Am I clear?"
I snorted. "Fine. Just take the Harpy with you."
The girl made a move to say something, but Amaya was quicker and yanked her out the door. Once everyone had left, I sighed and leaned back against the bed. I was not myself. Snappy and quick-tempered was not me. I remember little, but this had to be a dream. Merfolk, fairies, witches… they couldn't be real. On top of all that, apparently my skin makes people sick. This was too much. Pulling the sheets above my head, I screamed out my frustration. I could feel something building within me and the shadows moved. How I knew this, i didn't know, but it made me throw the sheets from me to inspect the room. The shadows seemed to dance in tune to my erratic emotions. I took a deep, calming breath, and the shadows ceased.
"Mkay, that was odd." I mused before falling asleep, unaware of the chaos that was soon to come.
