Everything had gone quiet.
Really quiet.
The roaring faded.
The emotions vanished.
The nausea and headed eased.
Keefe took a long, grateful breath.
Then another.
And another.
His pulse slowed in a steady rhythm and his vision sharpened as he scanned the room, realising everything was way too quiet.
He looked up saw he was surrounded by...
...blank stares.
Sophie.
Fitz.
Elwin.
Even Ro and Sandor.
They just stood there, slack-jawed and unblinking.
Then it hit him.
He wasn't numb.
Everybody else was.
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Keefe stared worriedly at the statues of what used to be his friends stood there, unmoving and unfeeling.
He managed to sit up and clumsily make his way to Sophie, who stared past him with her gorgeous gold-flecked eyes. She had always been pretty, but now she was model level beautiful, and she didn't even seem to realise it.
He hesitantly took her wrists and shook them, desperately trying to get her to move, to feel. But she didn't.
Instead, she started to fall, not even bothering to brace herself. Keefe caught her and glanced at her with a concerned expression on his face.
"Sophie," he said.
No answer.
"Sophie!" He called, louder.
No respond.
"SOPHIE!" He screamed, certain the Forbidden Cities could hear him at this volume.
"WAKE UP!" he pleaded.
"RELAX!"
"UNDO!"
Nothing he said seemed to work.
"Please," he begged. "Please don't be numb anymore."
Still no change.
He would never forgive himself if he had turned the people closest to him into living statues.
Something tickled at the back of his mind.
The answer.
A command.
"FEEL!" He shouted.
And it worked.
All at once, the emotions crawled back, surging and swirling and swimming, and Keefe had never been so relieved at the storm that hit him. Or to catch the clumsily girl started to fall over.
"Keefe?" she whispered, in a soft hesitant voice, looking up at him. He nodded and burst into tears. What if she had never gotten out of it?
He knew he must look very childish to Sophie but at that moment, he wasn't thinking about that. He just sat down and cried, letting the guilt slowly overcome him.
"Keefe," Sophie said, grasping his hand when he backed away.
He shook his head and pulled away.
"Whatever it was, it wasn't your fault," she promised as he sank down into the cot once more.
"Yes it was," a new voice declared, a voice Keefe didn't hear very often.
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Foster | sokeefe
Hayran Kurgu*discontinued Keefe has been in a coma for three years. Nothing anybody tried would wake him up. But just when everyone had given up hope, his ice blue eyes fluttered open. Now, Keefe Sencen must try to find his way in a world that he had involun...
