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Chapter 4/You Okay Honey?
Somehow Fiyero had managed to fall asleep, if only for a few hours. That night after all the tears had been shed and his body could produce no more, he had laid in silence. All he did was think about her. How she looked, how she talked, how she walked, everything about her. He feared that if he didn't, he would lose the image in his mind forever.
He opened his eyes to a bright, clear morning. Light flooded through the standard teal curtains in his hospital room and showed that his guests were also awake. Just like he suspected, Glinda was still by his side.
"Are you feeling better today?" she said with a soft tone.
He nodded, "Just a little sore." He looked around the room and realized that someone was missing. Well he knew for a fact it wasn't Glinda, and Boq was there of course since Glinda was there. Avaric was there, who had Pfannee and Shenshen hanging on his shoulders, and Tibbett and Cr-
That's who was missing! "Where's Crope?" he asked. Just then Crope ran in with a huge tray filled with an assortment of caffeinated beverages.
"Oh my Oz you guys! The hospital cafeteria has an Ozbucks in it!!" he yelled happily. He began handing drinks out, "Okay, Avaric, Boq and Tibbett, you guys got black coffees." He gave them to the guys with a look of disgust. "Alright, for Pfannee, a Peppermint White Chocolate Mocha. For Shenshen, a Cinnamon Dolce Latte with Sugar-Free Syrup. And for the lovely Miss Glinda, a Vanilla Latte."
Fiyero watched this and got a chuckle out of some of the names of the beverages. Fiyero saw one more drink on the tray but new it wasn't for himself as he had IV tubes sticking out of his arms and one of those horrid breathing tubes stuck up his nose. Soon Fiyero got really curious about what the drink was. After all he was in a hospital room, there wasn't that much that he could get curious about.
"So what did you get, Crope?" he asked.
Crope didn't seem to notice that it was Fiyero that asked the question. "Oh! I got a Mint Mocha Chip Frappuccino blended coffee with Chocolate Whipped Cream! It just sounded so yummy I had to get it! You can try some Fi- Wait! Fiyero, you're awake!"
Fiyero gave a slight chuckle, nodded and smiled, "Good morning to you too, Crope."
Crope smiled and in a softer, more sing-song like tone, he asked, "You okay honey?"
Fiyero's lips curved into a half smile and replied, "I'm afraid so."
Everyone in the room gave him a sympathetic smile with softened faces except for Avaric, who just rolled his eyes.
Just then there was what sounded like a loud commotion outside of the room. They heard a nurse order, "Madame, you can't go in there! He already has a room filled with visitors!"
Another feminine voice came through the door. "I don't care! He's my son and I need to see him!" the woman sounded very anxious.
It became quiet for a moment and everyone took a sip of their drink. Thenthey heard the same nurse call out, "Ma'am, I told you not to go in there!"
Too late.
Just then, the door to Fiyero's room swung open with great force and revealed a disheveled looking woman dressed in very regal azure clothing. Behind her was a man of great height and build, also dressed in robes of regal stature and color.
Fiyero immediately knew who they were, but for the rest of his guests, it took them a moment to figure out that they could only be Fiyero's parents, the King and Queen of the Vinkus.
Fiyero's mother immediately ran to Fiyero's side and attacked him with hugs and kisses. Fiyero's father stood to the side of Fiyero's bed and looked at him with a stern face, but his eyes were soft.
When Fiyero finally had room to say something, he came out with, "Nice to see you Mom."
The Queen's eyes filled with tears as she heard him talk. She pulled away and chocked, "Oh Fiyero, you are alive! All this time I was told that my baby was dead, but here you are!" She looked at his face and body and gasped, "Oh honey, what happened? Who did this to you? Whoever it was, I'll have them arrested and tried for attempted murder!"
Fiyero figured that he should tell his mother the truth; it seemed that every time Fiyero ever told his mother a lie, she knew it right away. He sighed, then explained, "About two weeks ago I was tied to a pole in the middle of a cornfield in Munchkinland and beaten by the Wizard's Gale Force until I blacked out from the loss of blood."
His mother looked him in the eye. He wasn't lying. But how could it be true? The Wizard was supposed to have ruled Oz kindly, not try to kill leaders of countries! Well, future leaders, if the leaders would still allow it…
It was silent as Fiyero's mother took in his words. His father took that moment to finally ask what Fiyero knew he was waiting to ask.
"Are you still under a spell?"
Well that was unexpected. Fiyero thought his father would yell something like, 'What in Oz name were you thinking?' or, 'How could you ruin your perfect life like that? How could you disgrace your country like that?!' But instead, all he got was, 'Are you still under a spell?'
What spell? Fiyero had no idea how to respond. All his measly brain came up with was, "What?" Oz he must look like an idiot. But what spell was he talking about? Did Glinda cast some healing spell on him or something?
His father's gaze hardened. He paraphrased the question, "Are you still under the Wicked Witch of the West's spell?"
Fiyero's confused expression immediately turned to a glare. Automatically Fiyero ordered, "Don't call her that!" His voice quieted and his gaze went bleary and unfocused. "That's not her name," he whispered.
The King gave him a look of concern. "Oh Lurline, the poor boy's still under that cursed spell! How could someone be so Wicked?"
As his father spoke Fiyero's anger began bubbling up inside of him. How could his father, the man he had looked up to for all of his life, be so dense as to believe that propaganda! But what disgusted Fiyero even more was that his father believed that Elphaba, his lover, had put a spell on him to make him run off with her. And then he had the nerve to call Elphaba, his beautiful Fae, WICKED?! How dare he! So without warning, Fiyero's raging, bubbling anger just exploded.
"SHE'S NOT WICKED!"
After the outburst came a quickened beeping of the heart monitor. That was the only sound in the room besides Fiyero's heavy breathing.
Fiyero's father then turned to Glinda and asked, "Lady Glinda is there anything you can do to lift this spell that has been put upon my son?"
Glinda let out a short laugh then smiled sweetly at Fiyero's father. "I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do," Glinda said.
The King gave her a look of disbelief. "Well there has to be something you can do!" he yelled desperately.
In the same sweet tone she had used before, Glinda explained, "I can't do anything for Fiyero because he's not under a spell."
If Fiyero's father was confused before, he was going out of his mind now. "What do you mean he's not under a spell? Look at him! Do you hear what he's saying? You of all people should be the one thinking he's under a spell! I mean, Oz! He LEFT you for an ugly, old green hag! How do you explain that?!"
Glinda said the one word that could explain it, "Love." She smiled at Fiyero to let him know that she forgave him but he quickly glanced at her then went back to studying his feet underneath the thin hospital blanket.
"Wha-?" One look around the room at everyone and he was immediately silenced. But how could this be true? There was no way his son was in love with some old hag with wicked powers! When the Wicked Witch was still flying around on her broom, he still remembered all the wanted posters with her repulsive green face lined with warts and wrinkles from years of wicked deeds. And sweet oz! Who could forget her pointy nose and chin that looked like they alone could be licensed as lethal weapons?
In the midst of his thoughts the door suddenly opened. In walked a lanky, middle-aged man wearing a white lab coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck. And there was a rich air about him, definitely a doctor. He looked as if on a mission and his eyes darted around worriedly.
"I heard there was a disturbance in here?" he asked to no one in particular.
Everyone seemed to develop a nervous expression after the conversation that took place before. Glinda, being a public figure, put on her overused fake smile and addressed the doctor.
"Everything's alright in here doctor, there's nothing to worry about," she reassured.
"Alright Lady Glinda. However that wasn't the only reason for my visit," he explained. "I've also come to check on…" He hesitated for a moment. "The patient," he asserted distastefully. "Last time I was in here he was out cold and I really couldn't tell much on his condition. Has he woken up yet?"
"Yea, I'm alive," Fiyero mused.
The doctor whipped around so fast Fiyero could have sworn he should have gotten whiplash. The doctor stared at Fiyero with shocked eyes which soon turned cold. Fiyero softly laughed to himself with the way the doctor was acting towards him.
Guess mostly all of Oz still thinks of you as a traitor…
The doctor cleared his throat and pretended that he didn't just give Fiyero the death glare. "Yes, well um, that's good, that you're still alive," he stuttered. He cleared his throat again and hung his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. He then looked up and stared at Fiyero again.
"So on a scale of one to ten, where would your pain fall?" he asked.
Fiyero smirked. "Well that depends. Am I still on what ever the hell you gave me TO knock me out?"
The doctor looked so surprised Fiyero thought it might get stuck like that. However by the way the doctor reacted to what he said, Fiyero knew that he definitely was given something to "relieve the pain."
The doctor, still shocked, sputtered, "Well, I gave you a strong pain reliever when you first came in because you looked like you were in a lot of pain. It should have worn off by now."
"Then I have to say my pain would be around a… well what would a 10 be?"
The doctor gave him a questioning look but replied, "A 10 would be a VERY strong pain."
Fiyero's mouth turned into a lopsided grin. "So a 10 would be like, 'Oh my Oz! Everything hurts and I feel like I'm going to die!'?"
Fiyero could hear his old college friends snickering in the background while the doctor gave him a pissed off looked, as did his father.
The doctor sighed. "Yes, I suppose it would be like that."
Fiyero thought for a moment, exaggerating his thoughtful facial expression to cause his friends to start laughing softly. Fiyero decided, "I would say it's an 8.7."
"An 8.7?!" the doctor cracked.
"Yes, is that a problem?" Fiyero countered.
"I want a whole number! Not decimals!" the doctor cried.
Fiyero laughed. "Okay, well then I'll round to 9 cause that crap you gave me still probably hasn't worn off."
"The medicine is perfectly fi-"
"Sure, and that's why I was knocked out for Oz knows how many hours?!"
Fiyero went to sit up but groaned with the effort. Everyone in the room became alert hearing the noise and seeing Fiyero's pained expression.
Glinda grabbed his hand and asked, "Are you okay?"
Fiyero bit his lip and nodded. Through clenched teeth he concluded, "Yup, the pain's definitely a 9!"
The doctor sighed. "Well that makes sense seeing as you have 2 broken ribs, 1 fractured rib and your left leg is broken."
Fiyero rolled his eyes in a way that would have made Elphaba proud. "Is there anything else I need to know about?" his voice dripping with sarcasm.
The doctor must have not noticed the sarcasm as he replied, "Well you probably haven't looked in a mirror lately but if you did, you'd see that your face looks like a raw piece of meat…"
"Yes, well that's what you look like after you've almost been BEATEN TO DEATH!"
The room was silent for a moment after that. The doctor then excused himself saying that he would come by later to check on Fiyero.
An hour after the doctor left a nurse came in to the room filled with people all chatting and laughing. She cleared her throat, but no one seemed to hear her. She cleared her throat louder and still it was like she was invisible. This time she summoned up a yell from the pits of her throat and screamed, "EXCUSE ME!"
Everyone stopped talking at once and stared at her. It was very unnerving for the poor young nurse. She took in a shaky breath and said, "I've come to give the patient his pain medication." She scrambled over to Fiyero and gave him a glass of water and a cup with some big pills in it the size of his thumb nail. He forgot that thought though and downed the pills to get rid of his level 9 pain.
The nurse then headed for the door as fast as she could. No sooner than she left, Fiyero fell into an unconscious bliss.