I am back with renewed vigor! I am going to quote myself. LOL.

'Ok, this is it for now, but don't worry the next chap is coming out soon '

Did I really say that in my previous chapter? Yes I did *feeling embarrassed and hides herself in mommy's pantry to stuff herself with chocolate' I am such a liar. Anyway I am going to complete this for the sake of making the English language my own. I am a second year student of English in The Netherlands (never say Holland guys, we hate it) and my teachers often say that I get the verb/subject agreement wrong. Perhaps they are right.. enough with this sh.. let's get a move on. Grab your tissues and continue to read. I am not a fan of happy endings *evil laughter fills the room*

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-Three weeks later in Simbai's ward-

'He is showing great resilience, Artegor. But even that may not keep death away much longer. His state is deteriorating and the machines show his vitals are falling.' Slowly she traced a finger over Sinedd's dark but handsome features. His face was blank and his temperature slightly higher than normal. Over the past week, the troublesome teenager has slipped into a deep coma. A coma he had not awakened from. Filling a syringe with medicine she took Sinedd's arm and injected him; a sigh escaped his lips as he continued to sleep peacefully. Blissfully unaware of the sorry state he was in. His lithe body was snuggly hugged with white sheets. Simbai mentally noted that the sheets were almost the same color as the boy's skin, except for his cheeks which were slightly flushed because of his constant fever. Simbai felt a motherly instinct come over her; telling her to do her best to keep him safe. Even though he was sometimes a huge pain in the ass, she cared for him deeply. A misfit in society. That was all he was. Just a lost little boy with no family nor friends.

Simbai took a step away from the bed and turned to Sinedd's two visitors; his coach and his former coach. Both came by every day to see improvement of the boy's status. Artegor's face was unreadable as he stared out of the window. Aarch, on the other hand was a mixture of grief and worry for his friend. Only he knew how much Sinedd's coma distressed his best mate. 'How much longer?' Artegor's voice was raw with emotion and his eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

Dame Simbai stared at him; unsure of what to say. 'He may not last the night. I am sorry, but there is almost nothing left to work with. The smog has inflicted damage on his body and soul that cannot be undone. Even if he awakens from this coma… I do not know to what extend the damage will be.'

'Simbai,… Is there really nothing we can do. Both Artegor and me healed after the smog made us sick. Surely, if we can so can he. We cannot let him simply die. He is just a boy,' Aarch stressed.

'That is right, a boy. Not a full grown man. His body cannot handle the smog as well as your bodies. Furthermore, he was exposed to it much longer than any of you.' Dame Simbai turned to the bed an took Sinedd's hand and gently squeezed it. 'Fight, Sinedd. Like you never have before' Softly she bend over the bed and pressed her soft lips on his forehead. She was alarmed how hot his skin was to the touch. Looking down upon him Simbai saw how peaceful he looked. It was a sight she never saw before. 'We must let him rest. I will let you know when his condition changes.' With that she turned and headed towards the door. Aarch stared silently at the hospital bed and took in Sinedd's sleeping form. Deep down he wondered if Sinedd would be lying in this bed if he had tried harder to keep him in the Snow Kids team. He shook his head solemnly and followed Simbai outside. Artegor was left in the room on his own and he was glad about it. He needed time alone to rethink what had happened lately. The press had found out after Sinedd's absence that he was seriously ill. After dealing with hundreds of questions and interrogations of journalists Artegor had found it hard to tell the truth. He was, after all, responsible for Sinedd's welfare. And he failed miserably. He pushed him too hard and was exceptionally rude to him. He walked slowly to the bed and its occupant. The machine next to his bed was beeping softly and constantly showed the status of his vitals. Artegor took in Sinedd's battered form and saw how relaxed his features were. 'Good night, Sinedd. Don't worry. Aarch and I will just be down the hallway. We will be close if you need us.' Artegor smiled softly. He was astounded by the fact how close he felt to him, almost like father and son. Suddenly, overwhelmed with emotions, Artegor hugged the silent form of Sinedd tightly. His head was in Sinedd's crook of his neck and listened quietly to the boy's steady breathing. 'You're gonna be alright, kiddo. Cause your just too stubborn to die and I am too stubborn to let you go like that.' Artegor broke the hug and softly put the boy down on the bed. With one last look he saw that Sinedd was sleeping undisturbed and headed towards the door. Once outside Artegor was met with Artegor and Simbai's worried faces. 'Now all we can do is wait.'

Sinedd awoke with a start. He panicked as he saw that he was in an unfamiliar room. Next to him was a machine that emitted soft beeping noises. Calming his breathing he took in the room. Definitely a hospital room, he concluded. Sinedd tried to stand up but after a short struggle with the sheets he found himself unable to. Slowly he lowered his head on his pillow and frowned. He saw that no one was in the room with him. Not that he was surprised, he was always alone. Slowly Sinedd closed his eyelids to relieve him of some of the pain he was feeling. His body felt sore and he could barely lift his limbs. Suddenly he felt a cold draft. He slowly opened his eyes and peered in the darkness. There was nothing there. But as he looked closer he could make out a form in the dimness of the room. 'Who is there?' Sinedd's voice sounded raspy by the lack of use. The form moved ever so slightly and Sinedd waited anxiously. The person who was in the room moved closer towards the bed. Sinedd gasped when a beam of moonlight illuminated the visitor's face. Her beautiful hair was longer than he remembered and it flowed unnaturally in the air as if it was not bound by gravity. Her eyes, which used to be a deep shade of blue, were sparkling blue. Her skin pore less and shone silvery in the moonlight. Every step she took towards him was soundless and made it look as if she was floating rather than walking. She paused at his bed and gently cupped Sinedd's head with her soft hand. 'Mom..?' Sinedd whispered. He was unsure if she was really there or if it was just some sort of incantation. 'Don't speak, Sinedd. It is going to be alright,' his mother whispered. Her face lit up and she smiled down upon him. 'I am taking you home.' Sinedd's heart filled with warmth when he saw that his mother extended her arm towards him. It was all he ever wanted. To be with his family again. To feel welcome and safe. He clasped his mother's warm hand and felt his body lift off the hospital bed. Slowly he drifted towards his mother. Towards the light where his family was. As the light continued to grow brighter, happy laughter filled the hospital room and Sinedd felt himself immerge in the white light. Back in the hospital, the mortal form of Sinedd released a painful last sigh and lay unmoving in the white bed as the machine next to him started to beep louder and louder.

That is it guys. Unless you want me to continue? A little requiem or something. I am deeply sorry that you all had to wait this long for the next chapter when I promised it would be out soon. I hope you do leave reviews though or suggestions. Furthermore I hope my spelling was not that off. To all you reviewers: I love you and have a merry Christmas wherever you are. I am going to celebrate it with family and New Years Eve ofcourse with millions of oliebollen (google some pics to get an idea of what I am rambling about). They are delicious. Cheers!