Aqua's pov:
Every part of me hurt. I woke up a few minutes ago and the scene from then and now were so different. Rachel was sitting in between my bed and James's when Dale bolted through the door. He was invisible, but I could tell it was him. That's what twins can do. He whipped off the cap and through it to the end table where it was before.
"What…" I began to ask.
"Shh! If anyone asks, I was here the whole time!" he said.
Joy. He went off on his own spying mission without me. Well, okay, I can't exactly move right now, but still, it is SO not fair. He grabbed his book from the end table and sat down next to me as if he had been there the whole time. Rachel had moved back to James's side. Dale was staring blankly at the page he was on when Mom and Dad came through the door.
"Okay, who was outside the door?" asked Mom.
I stayed perfectly still. Dale kept on reading his book. His mind screamed at me 'DON'T TELL!!', so I didn't. Rachel looked up.
"What are you talking about? We've all been here since you left," she said.
Mom and Dad looked at each other quizzically.
"Dale, can you come out in the hall with me for a moment? I need to ask you something," said Mom.
Dale is about to get yelled at. They walked out into the hall. Dad sat down at the edge of my bed.
"I know you can hear me," said Dad.
"Yeah," I mumbled.
"I've got something for you," he said.
Something for me? What could he possibly get for me that I would want that I don't already have?
"Well actually a few things" he said, a little embarrassed.
"Okay," I mumbled.
He grabbed a small box from his pocket. He pressed a button on it and it grew into a briefcase. It was the same briefcase he used for work. Now I understand how he got to work on a crowded bus some days. He minimized his briefcase and put it in his pocket.
"A Hephaestus camper made it," he mumbled, still a bit embarrassed.
He opened the briefcase and pulled out a big, pure white seashell. It was the most beautiful one ever!
"I know you like seashells Aqua" he said.
Then he pulled out a container. One of those containers with dividing bars so your food doesn't mix. It contained all my favorite foods. There was Pizza, fries, watermelon, even a slice of vanilla cake. (Dale likes Chocolate and I like Vanilla so mom buys 2 cakes on our birthday.)
"Thanks so much Dad," I said.
"You know what they say, good food makes you get better!" he said.
I had to laugh. That was the worst "You know what they say" sentences ever. Seriously, pizza and fries was no exactly 'good food'. Whatever, I don't care. Laughing made me feel better. In that moment, I couldn't feel my pain at all.