Aaaand it's a short one, folks. A lot of what used to be chapter 2 is now chapter 1, so... Whiny emotional crap time.
It wasn't the unconcious thing that was bothering Sabrina. That was actually relitively easy to deal with. That, she could pretend was just Daphne sleeping.
But.
But Daphne never in all her eleven years had been a quiet sleeper. She kicked and snorted and wrestled herself for blankets. And that was what bothered Sabrina the most, more than the bandage, more than the occasional whimper. The stillness. The utter abscence of the Daphen-ness. Sbrina had known something like this would happen. Grimms weren't supposed to grow old together. That was why all Granny Relda's friends were Everafters or dead. She looked at her sister, still looking like she a coma patient but for the twitches that came occasionally, and... and the room wasn't big enough suddenly. She couldn't breathe right, felt the walls closing in on her...
She heard her parents talking to Nurse Spat downstairs and made her way to the stairs to join them, picking up the end of their conversation.
"...so, it's not the damage on her hand that I'm worried about. That can be taken care of with a few skin grafts and a blood transfusion. But the acid seems to have... infected her blood stream. She's showing signs of a cancer-like disease. Her bones are becomeing less dense, and there are signs of her blood not transporting oxygen like it's supposed to. If this keeps up..."
Sabrina stopped hearing her, stopped hearing Elvis's whines, stopped hearing her family calling her name as she raced out the door. The house was too small, she couldn't breathe in it…
Puck would be sent after her, that was for certain. But, she didn't want to be found. Canis's voice spoke in her memory, one from way back when they were still taking survival lessons from him: zigzag. So she did, getting more and more lost in the process. But it wasn't until she became aware of the sharp pain in her feet that she stopped.
Oh, that's right, she thought dimly. I forgot my shoes.
She had come to a halt in an unfamiliar clearing. Giving up on finding her way back, she did the only thing that really mattered. She let out the scream that had been building inside of her since she had seen Daphne trapped on that box. She didn't care if Puck heard.
Puck… this was his fault. He should have rescued her faster. No, it was her parent's fault. They should have taken the all back to New York, away from all this. No, it was Granny Relda's, she decided they should go on that stupid mission…
No, she realized in a surge of overwhelming guilt as her scream collapsed in on itself, it was her fault. She should have been on that crate, she should have said no to the mission, she should have taken her sister back, dragging her the whole way if necessary. So, really, it was all her fault.
All my fault, all my fault, all my fault… the words ran in circles in her head. They were still spinning when a voice asked, "Now, now, why were you screaming?"
She looked up. Standing in front of her was a well dressed man in his late forties- early fifties. While obviously being long stripped of his youth, the man stood straight without the aid of a cane. He had silver hair and bright green eyes.
"Who're you," Sabrina mumbled, suddenly feeling six million instead of sixteen. He smiled, showing of an impressive set of bone white teeth.
"Why, I'm someone who can help your sister.
Well, thank you all for reading, and sorry it was such a long chapter. I just couldn't find a place to stop. I was going to cut it off at Nurse Sprat's little announcement, but that wouldn't have been very dramatic, seeing as how anyone who read my summary already knew that. I am, by the way, a girl. I'm cuter in person than I am in my profile pic, I promise.
Lets see, what else…
Oh! IownnothingI''lletitsoonenoughIpromise.
That's pretty much it.