Elphaba's POV
The next morning, I woke up and saw Galinda was somehow on the couch again—not sure how that happened, unless she was sleep-walking. I looked at her and grabbing my pillow, threw it at her. "Wake up, Galinda!" I said to my older, but shorter than me, sister. Galinda rolled over and said, "Alright, alright, I'm up. I'm up. Quit throwing things at me, Elphaba." I grinned and said, "Not gonna happen." She glared at me and said, "Oh, you are so lucky you're stuck in a hospital bed right now." I glared at Galinda and said, "Shh. Listen. Do you hear that?" Galinda fell silent and listened intently and shook her head. I sighed and said, "Someone is coming. I know it—I can hear him or her."
Galinda's POV
I looked sadly at my younger sister and asked, "How many pain medications have they been giving you?" Elphaba shrugged and I groaned, thinking that they might be causing her to lose her senses. I sighed and said, "I don't hear anything, Elphie." Elphaba shrugged and said, "You might not hear, but I do." I closed my eyes and I heard voices in front of the hospital room door. "Now, why can't you tell us why our daughter in here?" someone asked. I sat up and poked Elphaba. "Elphie, it's Momsie and Popsical—they're here." I said, quickly. Elphaba nodded and sat up slowly, reaching for my hand. I took her hand and squeezed it gently. Elphaba grinned and said, "We'll get through this, together—like we always have." I barely managed to nod in acknowledgment of her calm and collected reassurance—that she always seemed to manage to have after even the worst possible things.
Elphaba looked at me, saw I was nervous, and nodded silently. I grinned weakly at her and then our parents entered the room. "Elphaba!" they both said. "Are you alright?" I grimaced and Elphaba sighed, and said, "I'm fine. Galinda's been staying with me." They looked shocked and turning to me, I mumbled, "I've been worried about Elphie." "Elphie?" Momsie asked. "Elphaba and I are friends now," I said, simply. "I'm glad to see my two little girls are finally getting along," Popsical said. "Popsical!" I whined. "Father," Elphaba grumbled. We looked at each other and spoke in unison, "You're embarrassing us." He looked at us and said, "We're not with your friends, so how can I be embarrassing you?" Elphaba and I looked at each other and then shrugged.
Elphaba suddenly hissed in pain and I said, "Elphie—what is it? What's wrong?" She pointed to her side and whispered, "It hurts." I nodded and said, "Get the doctor. Elphaba needs help." When no one moved, I added, "Now!" That got everybody moving—at least, it got Momsie and Popsical moving.