Cinderelsa (Cinderella Jelsa Merge)

Chapter 9

Jack's POV

The room smelled funny. The source of the smell was burning and boiling herbs that crowded the tables. Just like my room, everything in here was white.

Elsa was lying on the bed. She was wearing a white shirt that was cut off a little above her stomach, but it didn't show anything because the rest of her stomach was covered in bandages. She also had white pants on, but she wasn't wearing a bathrobe like I was. She was breathing softly, but she hadn't moved since we entered.

One other person was in the room. An old woman dressed completely in white was sitting in a chair beside Elsa. She looked up at the sound of the door closing.

"Awake is he?" She asked in a creaky voice. Heather looked at the floor and nodded. The woman picked up a leaf from a nearby table and examined it.

"I don't blame him for coming here as soon as he woke up. After all, the boy is in love." She said. She put down the leaf and looked back at Elsa.

"Will she survive?" I asked. The old woman sighed.

"I'm not sure. We've done everything we can for her, but... she's dying. We have no explanation as to why. It's as if... as if she's simply lost the will to live." The old woman said. I looked at Elsa. So fragile, so helpless. Why wouldn't she want to live? She had everything to live for! And then I remembered.

Elsa didn't know that. All she knew was that she needed to stay away from me to protect me, and if she went home she would be punished for going to the ball, and that even if she got better Hans would hunt her down and try to kill her. She didn't know that I didn't care about any of that, and that I would rescue her from Madame Jewl and Hans.

I took a step towards Elsa, but Heather grabbed my arm and held me back.

"Remember, she's in critical condition. She can't be touched." Heather reminded me.

"But I can heal her!" I protested.

"I seriously doubt that." Heather chuckled.

"Take him back to his room. He's had enough excitement for one day." The old lady said. Heather bowed slightly, and then led me out the door. I took one last look at Elsa before the door closed behind us.

I had to get into that room. I had to somehow show Elsa that she still had so much to live for. But the healers wouldn't let me anywhere near her. So somehow I had to get them to leave. As Heather laid me back in my bed, my mind was already formulating a plan.

--- a few days later ---

I pretended to be asleep pretty much every hour of every day. That way, whenever the healers came into my room I could hear what they talked about. I found out that the kingdom was in an uproar, and that Hans was making a steady recovery. In a day or two he would be able to leave. I couldn't let that happen. I still hadn't told anyone that he was a traitor.

Elsa's condition was getting worse. But I couldn't get to her, because as she got worse the healers started watching her constantly. What was I going to do?

That was when everything changed. The day that Hans was freed from the healers care.

I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling extremely uncomfortable. It was really really hot, and my eyes were itchy and my nose burned. I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room. It was dark, and the fireplace was empty. So why was it so hot?

I saw an orange glow under the door, and I could hear screaming and yelling. Black smoke curled up from the edges of the door. I sat up quickly.

The building was on-

"FIRE!" Someone yelled.