Cordelia's POV
Every inch of my body pulses with pain. My head pounds and my limbs ache. I'm so confused. I know I was in a car accident but I have no clue what happened next.
Opening my eyes is difficult, but judging by the few times I have, I'm in a run-down cottage in the swamp with a beautiful witch taking care of me. Every time I'm awake she's tight beside me, offering me water and food. I don't know who she is but for some reason I feel safe with her.
Bright sunlight filters through the curtains. It falls on my skin, making me warm. After a bit of a struggle I sit up. My muscles are weak and sore. I wonder how long I've been here; time had no meaning when I was in that strange state of half-consciousness right after the accident.
The swamp witch isn't inside but I can hear her singing Fleetwood Mac from just outside. She has a voice like an angel. I want to go to her, maybe help her in the garden. I need to stretch my legs. So leaning against the wall, I begin to shuffle towards the door.
After only a few stumbling steps I'm out of breath and need to rest, so I sit down at what must be used as the kitchen table. Lovely singing fills the house as the swamp witch comes inside. When she sees me she smiles widely.
"Good to see you up, darlin." Placing a basket of vegetables on the counter, she comes over and sits beside me. She takes my hand.
Typically I avoid any contact with strangers, but she's not really a stranger, she feels like a part of me. "What's your name? How'd you find me? How long was I asleep?" I can't stop from blurting out the questions I've been dying to ask.
The witch just stands up and smiles. "Let's talk 'bout it over lunch." She moves back to the counter and begins to chop the vegetables she brought in. "Oh, I'm Misty by the way. Misty Day."
Misty Day. The name suits her, natural and beautiful. Her eyes are the same stormy blue color that the sky would be during mist.
"And what's your name darlin?" My cheeks blush a light pink, secretly loving the way she says darling. Misty's accent is incredibly charming.
"I'm Cordelia Goode."
"Well Miss Cordelia, you've been out for quite a while. One whole week exactly."
"A week! Oh my god, everyone must be looking for me! They're probably so worried! I need to get home right away!"
Misty looks saddened by this, and honestly so am I. I don't want to leave this place yet and I'm not ready to part from this enchanting swamp witch.
"Alright then, as soon as you're well enough to travel I'll take you home. The town is only about a half hours walk from here." Misty returns to the table with two plates of salad and bread, and two glasses of lemonade.
"Thank you, Misty." I say as I begin to eat, quieting the rumbling in my stomach.
"It's no problem, I was gonna make some anyways."
I smile at her. "Not for the lunch, I meant for saving my life. I would have died if you didn't rescue me…" I think back to that night, with the rain pouring down and the tears in my eyes. The harsh reality of my divorce and infertility hadn't entered my mind before, but now they are here in full force.
"You're welcome Miss Cordelia. I don't know how, but my gut knew where to find you." When our eyes meet her brows immediately furrow in concern. "You alright?"
"I guess I'm just not feeling so good."
Misty frowns. "You should get back into bed. Here, let me help you."
Misty puts my arm around her shoulder and helps me over to the bed. She lays me down and wraps the blanket around me. I'm really not feeling well; my head hurts even worse than before and my joints are all stiff.
Once I'm settled in Misty turns to go back outside, but a tugging feeling in my chest urges me to call out for her. "Misty!" I don't want to be away from her.
She turns back to face me. "Yeah Miss Cordelia?" Her eyes are soft and her smile is gentle.
"Would you mind lying with me for a while?" I ask nervously. I know it's strange, but I just need to listen to her voice and be close to her.
Misty seems to radiate happiness from the request and nods eagerly. She crawls into bed beside me and wraps her arms around my waist. I know so little about her, yet being in Misty's arms feels completely natural.
Sighing happily, I snuggle closer. "Tell me stories about yourself Misty. I want to know everything there is to know about you."
The swamp witch chuckles and begins to tell me about her love for Stevie Nicks, being burned at the stake, and everything in between. We lay there together, sharing secrets until the sun goes down. My heart flutters whenever our eyes meet. Eventually I drift off to sleep, still safely tucked in Misty's arms.