Who: Emma and OTA (Pyxis? Cormac? Gwen? Anyone is fine, even if I haven't mentioned them!) What: Emma wakes up! When: Today... since I'm tired of her being in a coma. XD Where: St. Mungo's Rating: TBD
Emma was still laying in bed, though she wasn't in her own room anymore. They'd moved her from the intensive care wing to the Spell Damage wing. The effects, the Healers assumed, were permanent. They thought she'd be asleep forever. They thought wrong.
There was a man in a dark green jacket, and she was chasing after him. He'd taken something from her, and she had to have it back--or else she'd die. And she didn't want to die. The good news was that the man in the dark green jacket wanted to be caught. He was only jogging. He'd sprint for a burst, then slow down and let Emma catch up.
Finally, she jumped up and tackled him from behind. When they landed on the ground, she rolled the man over.
It was Cormac. Emma jumped a little with surprise, but Cormac simply laughed. He lifted his hand to touch her chest--her breastbone. She felt warmth spreading inside her.
"Here's your heart back." He commented softly.
"Thank you." Emma was standing now, next to him.
"We took good care of it while you were asleep." Gwen's voice rung out from behind them.
Emma turned. She broke into a smile, and reached forward for Gwen's hand. Her other hand was already laced with Cormac's.
Her eyes opened. A magical machine that was monitoring her body started to beep gently. Emma lifted her head and glanced around the room. Where was she?