A/N: This was suppose to be in the previous chapter but it just didn't feel right so decided to have a final chapter or epilogue to sorta round things off!

Thanks to everyone that read and reviewed so far but just a word of caution this may appear ooc(ness) but have tried to maintain some level of truth and believability. Not tooting my own trumpet, I think it's been okay so far, sadly I've been distracted by placement and a uni module so what I had in mind didn't exactly make it onto the page, so apologise there.

Sorry for spelling/grammar mistakes that may have sneaked in there!

Enjoy x

Epilogue

She took a sip of cool water, the liquid stinging her aching throat but was a thankful replacement to the tube that kept her intubated and had been her lifeline for the past two months.

"I heard everything!" pushing her voice to speak, going against the orders from the doctors

Hecketty looked away, "I do not know what you are talking about or trying to imply." getting defensive

"Oh! You know fine well," she coughed before regaining her composure and breath, "First, you blame Amelia...emotional blackmail is, after all a Broomhead specialty, the guilt card. But that wasn't enough for you...you claim to have had my best interests at heart and yet still pushed her into a decision...she was not ready to make...how dare you!" she growled

The heart monitor that Constance was still connected to began to alarm, her heart rate dangerously high, something that Hecketty Broomhead had a natural talent in provoking.

Hecketty eventually made eye contact, "Get a grip of yourself, Constance...even on a life support machine, your body began to fail...Amelia was weak, clinging on you like a daughter...prolonging your suffering...it was me, me...who had to be the voice of reason, to step up yet again." She snapped

Constance smashed her thumb into her buzzer, desperately wanting the attention of a nurse only to have Hecketty snatch the buzzer out of her still weakened hand.

"That's the difference between you and Amelia...she has a warm heart...she sacrificed herself and gave me life, something that will no go unmentioned."

Hecketty smiled, "You mean, she had a warm heart...she's dead."

"You'll never understand! Amelia may be gone but her sacrifice and gift will forever life. A selfless act, something a mother would ensure, to see the safety of their child."

A nurse appeared at the door, "Is everything alright in here?" interrupting the escalating disagreement

"Everything is fine." Replied Hecketty calmly

"On the contrary...I want her out of my sight!"

Hecketty's eyes went wide, her fingers tightened around the chair, "What did you say?" she asked quietly

Any other time, the mistress' tone would have punctured her soul with fear and Constance would have cowered at the thoughts of the repercussions of her words but no longer was she that scared teenager. Potentially facing death, face to face, made her rethink absolutely everything within her life, even her past.

"You heard...I want you out of this room, I want you out of my life! I no longer answer to you, you have no control here. You are part of the past to which I am severing any and all ties with" as she spoke, her voice grew as did her confidence and self belief, "Get out of my life and never return."

Hecketty Broomhead silently rose from the chair and shrugged off the hand of the nurse, who tried to usher her from the room. As the nurse began to fuss over her stressed patient, Hecketty marched with purpose, never looking back at her former student, who had by divine intervention come back from near death. She walked with powerful strides and confidence. No-one would ever suspect that beyond her hardened armour that her heart was broken. She had not meant to been so inconsiderate nor threaten Constance but it was the only way she knew how to communicate without revealing too much.

She found herself, sitting on a park bench, alone.

'Thank you Amelia.' she thought, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips

Constance turned onto her side, once again alone in her hospital room however the prospects of visitors diminished. Her only visitors had now left her life. She lost Amelia and forced Hecketty out with.

Despite, everything that had happened while unconscious and left defenseless to the elements of the world, Constance knew everything that had taken place within the small room. The singled sided conversations with both Amelia and Hecketty, knowing that they cared so deeply for her and greatly underestimated the impact she had on both older witches. However, the differences were that Amelia was ready to give up everything for Constance including her own life, having confessed her plans to the unconscious witch while Hecketty refused to be open, despite her open conversations while she was still relying on the machines to give her life and then to cover her true feelings with such aggression forced Constance to over look the two months in which say lay motionless, only able to listen. It had been an overdue change on her part, having still living in fear of the former tutor but not anymore.

She turned again, to get comfortable and found herself looking out of the window. The stars twinkled in the night sky and a small smile formed, "Thank you, Amelia...I owe you everything."