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The Aftermath
Sabrina's POV
My eyes slowly opened to give me a bleary view of the world. I blinked a couple of times before moving to rub the sleep out of them. As I moved I felt a shooting pain run through my entire body, what happened? I let my arm fall away from my eyes; which turned out to hurt even more. I looked around and found myself in a sterile white room, there was a person in the chair next to my bed...it was Puck.
I sighed inwardly in relief. I was safe with him...my body felt achy...maybe I should sleep some more. I closed my eyes and heard someone enter the room; too tired to open my eyes again, I let them stay closed and just listened.
The first person I heard was Puck, "Get out. Now. She's resting."
Then, I heard Mustardseed. "Brother, we have to discuss this. We don't even know what this is or what it means. If it's happening ag-"
Puck snarled, "I don't care right now. I need to look after her. Leave."
"But-"
Puck voice turned deadly quiet as he slowly said, "I will discuss it when she is well and by my side. Get out. Now."
Mustardseed, apparently, didn't listen, "Can't her family be by her side."
Puck took a deep breath to calm himself, "I want to be with her. I need to know if she will be okay. Do not test me. The rest of the family needs sleep themselves."
Mustardseed started again, "Please, brother. We need to-"
Puck growled, "I am your King. You will leave right now. She is resting. I will speak with you when she is healthy. You are dismissed."
In complete shock, my eyes flew open and I turned to stare at Puck. But my movements were too sudden and I was completely swamped in pain. I groaned.
Puck's head snapped towards me and I could see his eyes were full of worry. He cupped me face gently before asking, "Sabrina, are you okay?"
I smiled weakly, "Uh...I could be better. What happened?"
Puck scowled, "Someone stabbed you at the ball..."
My eyes widened as I remembered, "Oh! Yeah...I remember now. It was after those snobby girls and dancing, right?"
Puck nodded, "Rest some more. You need it."
I shook my head, "No. I want to everyone. Where are they? Why were you yelling at Mustardseed? Is he still here? Who stabbed me last? I remember you telling someone to get him...and you shouldn't talk to your brother like that."
Puck smiled slightly, "Take it easy, Grimm. One at a time. That dagger was heavily poisoned."
I sighed, "Alright."
Puck smiled, "Good. The family is in their rooms. I got them some rooms so they can sleep. You've been knocked out for two days now."
"Haven't you slept?"
"...Not really. I um, had a lot to do."
Some where in the room, someone snorted. I turned around to see Mustardseed, "Oh! Hey, Mustardseed."
He smiled at me, "Hello, Sabrina. I hope you are healing well. If you would excuse me, I have some work to do." He glared at Puck, who rolled his eyes.
"Alright, see you later."
"Goodbye. I hope you get well soon." And he left soon after with one last meaningful look at Puck.
Puck sighed and ran his hand through his hair. I started speaking again, "Why were you yelling at Mustardseed?"
"Oh, it was nothing. I just-"
I cut him across, "It wasn't nothing. He wanted you to talk about the attack, but you told him to leave. You could have just left to discuss it...I'm okay."
Puck's jaw pulsed, "No. You're not, not yet. I need you there when the conference is held. I wanted to be there when you woke up, so I can make sure you were okay."
I smiled, "I'm fine. Just some pain; it'll be okay."
Puck nodded heavily, "...We didn't catch him."
My eyes widened, "What?"
Puck sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, "He disappeared. We don't even know if he was the same person who was at the thrones."
I tugged at Puck's hand and he opened his eyes, "Hey, it'll be alright. We'll get through this."
Puck smiled, "Yeah."
I smiled back at him before my mind finally clicked and my smile faltered, "You knew. Didn't you?" I whispered.
Puck looked back at me mournfully, "Mustardseed told me about some stirrings two weeks into my travels. I didn't think much of it, so I told him it was probably nothing. But a few days before Jake and I came back, there were murmurs of a dark, hooded figure. If I came sooner, you wouldn't be hurt. This is all my fault."
I shook my head, "No, it's not. If you came back sooner the same thing would have happened. We'll figure it out, okay."
Puck nodded his head wearily, "I just wish I knew who I'm up against. They're threatening my kingdom and my family."
"You're not alone, Puck. Just forget it for now, alright. Can we get the rest of the family now?"
"Yeah. Just give me a second. I'll call for someone." Puck moved to the door and opened it. In an instance, five servants came through and bowed low. "One of you fetch the Grimms from their chambers, please. Do you want anything?" Puck asked, turning to me.
I shrugged, "Some water would be good."
Puck nodded, "Then someone else can get some water for us. The rest of you are dismissed. Thank you."
The servants bowed low again before hurriedly walking away. Puck walked back to me before sitting down again. I looked at him and realized that he looked paler and...almost ill. There were deep purplish shadows beneath his eyes and he looked rumpled and stressed. That made sense; his kingdom was being threatened.
"You should get some sleep, you know. You look awful."
Puck chuckled, "Thanks, Grimm. I can always count on you for the truth."
"I'm serious. If we're going to be holding that conference, you need to be awake."
Puck smiled suddenly, "And you need to be able to move with out moaning."
I rolled my eyes, "Alright, Fairy Boy. When I sleep, you do too. Deal?"
"Deal. But after the family comes."
I nodded, "Yeah, I really want to see them. They're okay, right?"
Puck nodded, "They're all good. Just worried cuz you seem to like almost dying and scaring, us a lot."
I laughed, "I don't like it. It just happens."
"Yes. You treat near-death experiences just like tripping over. 'It just happens'!" He said sarcastically.
I laughed again, "You're not being fair."
Puck rolled his eyes, "How? I'm being honest! Just like any good king!"
I was laughing with Puck when Daphne came rushing through the door and clambered on top of me before tackling me into a hug. "Sabrina! I'm so happy you're okay! We were so worried..."
To say I was glad to see Daphne was an understatement, but she was killing me with her grip. "I'm really happy to see you Daphne but...do you mind getting off me? My body is killing me right now."
Daphne let go and got off before blushing, "Oh...sorry."
I laughed, "It's okay. Where are the rest of the family?"
"We're right here. Daphne ran ahead." I heard Mom talking and looked at the doorway to see the rest of the Grimms. They all looked wary and tired like Puck did.
I frowned, "Did any of you get any sleep?"
Mom chuckled, "More sleep than Puck. He refused to leave your bedside for the past two days."
"I had to inspect the poison," Puck said indignantly.
I smiled, "Well, I'll be okay as soon as my body stops hurting."
Granny Relda rushed over to me before gently hugging me, "Oh, liebling! Are you really okay now?"
I smiled as I patted her on the back, "Yeah. I think the pains fading and my visions alright."
Uncle Jake moved next to me and ruffled my hair, "You gave us a scare, 'Brina. Halloween's in another two weeks; don't be rushing it."
I rolled my eyes, "Yes, because this was intentional."
Uncle Jake laughed, but was pushed aside by Mom, "Stop being so insensitive, Jake. Honey, I'm so glad you're okay." She said as she hugged me.
Dad moved in after Mom backed of and hugged me as well, "I'm happy you're okay too, sweetie."
After Dad let go, I felt someone squeeze my hand. I looked over and saw that it was Red, "We were so worried," she whispered.
I smiled at her, she has become a second little sister to me in the days that followed the end of the Everafter War, "I know. I'm sorry."
Red smiled before moving away to Mr. Canis, who smiled at me comfortingly. I smiled back, getting his message. Puck was immediately by my side the minute everyone backed off. He looked at everyone before saying, "I'm holding a conference as soon as Grimm gets better. I need to discuss this, and I want her to be there."
Dad frowned, "Why? She's just a child."
I rolled my eyes, "Really Dad? Of course I'll be there. I lead the War and I want to know about this. The guy stabbed me!"
Dad opened his mouth to retort, but Mom cut him across, "I think that's a great idea. We should all go."
Granny nodded in agreement. "Yes. Henry, liebling, don't be so worried."
Dad shook his head, "Alright, Mom."
Puck smiled, "Good. Stink baby here needs some sleep; she looks like a monster."
I stifled a yawn before saying, "Thank you so much."
Puck laughed and replied, "Your welcome. Now get some sleep."
I rolled my eyes but turned snuggled deeper into my blankets before saying, "Good night everyone."
Daphne giggled, "Sabrina...it's 12:00."
"Fine then. Good afternoon. You guys should get some sleep too."
Mom nodded, "Yeah, that would be the best. Come on everyone." Slowly everyone drifted out of the room after saying their goodbyes and well wishes, until there was only Puck and I.
I looked over at him, "We had a deal."
"Yeah, yeah. I remember. I'm sleeping in here."
"What? Why?"
"To keep an eye on you. For all we know, there could be a traitor, so leaving the guards with you is too dangerous; there's a shortage of them anyway. My pixies can only do so much. So, I'll be here."
I shrugged, "Alright then. Don't stink up the room, Fairy Boy."
Puck laughed as a servant came in carrying a tray of several cups. She set the tray in front of her and took out a miniature ladle before dipping it in each cup and drinking from it. Puck nodded before saying, "Thank you. Send someone to place another cot in this room, please." The girl curtsied before she left.
I turned to Puck, "What was that about?"
"She was proving the drinks weren't poisoned."
"...Oh. Because of what Moth did?"
"Yeah, kind of. It was part of ancient Faerie tradition, but it died out over the years; I don't think anyone back then were traitors to the Crown. People are really dedicated. But after Moth, it came back."
"Oh. Well, that makes sense."
Puck nodded grimly, "Yeah...here." He handed me the tray.
I looked at it for a moment before saying, "Why are they so many cups?"
Puck laughed, "They're different flavors. Wine, honey, sugar, and lemon."
I stared at him, "You've got to be kidding. Where's the plain water?"
"There is none."
"What? You make all these flavors but there isn't plain water"
Puck nodded, "I like the honey water."
"Which one's that?"
Puck picked up a golden cup and handed it to me, "Here."
I looked at it dubiously, "Um..."
"Just drink it, Grimm. It's just water and honey."
"For all I know you could be giving me the wine."
Puck laughed, "I should've. Getting you drunk would be hilarious!"
I rolled my eyes and sniffed the water. It smelled sweet, like honey. I turned back to Puck who nodded encouragingly. I shrugged and took a sip. It was sweet and think; it was amazing. "This stuff is amazing!"
Puck chuckled, "I thought so too."
I went back to drinking the honeyed water while Puck laughed at my mind-blown expression. No sooner had I finished the cup, a servant walked in and bowed. He then took something out of his pocket and blew on it; next thing I knew there was a simple cot next to mine.
Puck stretched before climbing into it. The servant stared for a moment before quickly recovering, "Is there anything else, Your Majesty?"
"No, thank you. You are dismissed." The servant bowed once again before disappearing out of the door, leaving it closed in his wake. Puck turned to me, "Now, sleep. We had a deal."
I yawned, "Alright, Stinkpot. Now shut up if you ever want me to sleep."
Puck laughed, "Sweet dreams, Grimm."
"You too, Fairy Boy."
I closed my eyes and the last thing I felt was someone stroking my hair before I was greeted with warm darkness.
A/N: Hey guys! Here it is! I like this chapter a lot. It showed Puck's protective side. Therefore it equals adorableness. No questions. Tell me what you guys think about it! I LOVE reviews! The next chapter will the the conference! Bye! :D
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