(Just a small note for this chapter, I wrote the poem myself. It is titled "The Lone Wolf", and it is describing the relationship between Fotarah and Nova's father, Hayes. But perhaps there is another lone wolf in the story. But will it end for her like it did for Fotarah?)
The doctor watched Fotarah pace back and forth in the small conference room. As soon as they had found out the identity of the girl, they had called her mother.
"So you are saying that she FELL from the SKY?!?" Fotarah hissed, looking like she hadn't slept in days.
"Yes, ma'am, that's what the person who found her told us. Maya Kist. She heard a scream, and then saw her on the balcony." The doctor rubbed his cheek, where Fotarah had slapped him earlier. He didn't want to mess with her.
"And does anyone know from what? Has she been able to tell you?" Fotarah's voice took on an almost deadly tone.
The doctor straightened, at least he knew the answer this time. "She fell from a ship. We found the remains only a street over from the balcony where she landed. The patient was only up once, for a few minutes, and she didn't answer any of our questions."
"Any other survivors?" Fotarah stopped pacing, her eyes hard and shadowed.
"No, just her." The doctor responded, glancing towards the door.
"Will she be alright?" Fotarah asked, keeping her feelings hidden.
"She will be able to leave in about a week." The doctor nodded. "Her arm will have to be in a cast for a while, but it will heal. The scratch on her cheek will heal as well, but it will leave a scar. Her other scrapes are fairy minor. I'm just surprised that she was able to get out with so little injuries." The doctor leaned on the wall next to the door, wanting to get out.
"My daughter has her ways." Fotarah was fairly sure that she knew how Nova had survived. "Can I see her?"
"Of course." The doctor opened the door and showed Fotarah through the hospital.
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The next time Nova woke up, her mother was in the chair next to her bed. Nova kept her eyes closed, not wanting Fotarah to know that she was awake. She took stock of her surroundings, but it was hard when her eye were closed.
Nova felt a warm hand on her shoulder, and nearly flinched, but realized that it was her mother. She stayed quiet.
Fotarah began to sing, softly. It was to the tune of the song that the music box played. Did she realize that Nova was awake? Perhaps she did, perhaps she did not.
"The lone wolf hunts at dusk,
She find it easier that way
For when she is down on her luck,
Their help wouldn't have worked anyway
"But sometimes she grows weary of her wandering
She longs for someone that she can be together with
But as she is turned down yet again, her hopes are squandering,
Her heart cut into pieces with a scythe
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Lone Wolf - A Star Wars Story
Science FictionFive year old Nova has no idea what she is getting into when she learns that she has the potential to become a powerful Jedi. Her life at home is far from usual, with a strict mother who hardly has time for her and a father that she has never known...
