A/N Hi, guys! How was everyone's day? Mine was fantastic! We got to watch….take a guess…TANGLED at lunch! I was giddy the entire time and was smiling like a little kid at the lantern scene. And the tear scene. AND the Kingdom Dance scene. AND at the awards thing for the students today, I got the "Most Improved" award for Band! I zoned out and when he said my name, I was like, "Wait, did he just say my name?" and one of my friends is like, "YES!" so my day was good. I've been putting off publishing stuff for a while, so I'm getting down to business. I love you guys so much! -Liz
"Eu…Eugene?" I turn around, hoping what my ears just heard is true. The room's dark, but not dark enough that I'm not relieved at what I see. Eugene, my best friend, my lover, my everything's standing there, scraped up and bruised up. I launch myself into his arms, crying.
"I-I thought I lost you forever." I choke out, burying my face in his shirt. Eugene gently removes me from where I'm hiding, and cups my chin.
"Now, 'Punzie, would I really let myself die in a war?" He says, smiling. I laugh, and it sounds breathy and faint.
"I just…love you so much, Eugene." I hug him tightly, and he hugs me back, his strong arms enveloping me. Then I remember, he's hurt.
"Oh no, what did they do to you?" I look him over, scanning his beautiful features for anything serious. Eugene just shrugs.
"Eh, various guns and weapons. But I'm pleased to say, no frying pans were involved." He says it like it doesn't hurt, but I can tell he's holding back lots of things.
"Here, come sit over here, I can see what's wrong," I gently lead him over to the wall and he sits down, and now I can see why he's grimacing. He's got a broken leg. I take off his boot, trying not to notice when his face twists in pain.
"How'd you break it?" I ask gently, but my face gives him a you-better-tell-me-the-truth look.
"Uh…heh-heh…let's just say I got into a little scrimmage with a guy who has a strong grip." He says. I smile gently, deciding what might fix it up. I lean down and kiss him, caressing his face gently. When we break apart, I kiss his forehead softly. Suddenly, Pascal emerges from somewhere in my dress. I gasp.
"Pascal! How'd you get in there?" The little chameleon just shrugs.
"Look, buddy, I need you to climb out the window and get help. Fast." Pascal wastes no time racing up the wall. When he's out, Eugene laughs.
"Well, wouldn't it be nice to have feet like his?"