FAIRY TALE
noun: fairytale
- something resembling a fairy tale in being magical, idealized, or extremely happy.
modifier noun: fairy-tale
"a fairy-tale romance"
• Based on the Netflix series Cobra Kai
• Robby Keene...
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Odette fluttered her eyes open, feeling disoriented as the harsh white light above her made everything seem blurry. She tried to adjust, but the sterile, cold atmosphere around her only made her feel more trapped.
The walls of the room were white, almost clinical, and the blinds beside her looked as though they were trying to close off any connection to the outside world. Overhead, the bright fluorescent lights buzzed, making everything seem surreal. The bed she lay on was stiff, uncomfortable, and the pillows were flat and lumpy beneath her head. Her body felt strange, heavy and restricted, and there was a constant beeping sound, rhythmic and jarring, echoing around her.
Her hands were tangled in tubes, clear lines connected to various monitors, and she could feel something taped under her nose, holding something in place. Her breathing was shallow, and her body ached in places she couldn't quite identify.
"Odette?" The soft, familiar voice called out to her, and she blinked, trying to focus.
"Oliver?" She croaked, her voice raspy and weak.
"Hey." He said gently, his face soft with relief as he leaned in closer to her.
"Hi." Odette managed to rasp out, a weak smile tugging at her lips, though it was difficult with everything that had happened. Her mind felt foggy and the reality of the situation hadn't fully settled in yet.
Oliver had been by her side since he heard the news. His heart had shattered when he found out his sister was hurt in the chaos, the brutal fight that had escalated so quickly. The thought of her in the hospital had sent him into a panic, but now that she was awake, even though she looked fragile and weak, it was a relief he couldn't quite describe.
"How are you feeling?" Oliver asked softly, his fingers running gently through her hair, trying to comfort her.
Odette raised her eyebrows, her dry lips barely forming the words. "You're seriously asking me that?"
"Sorry." He apologized, a tight smile tugging at his lips as he looked at her with concern.
"How's Miguel?" She asked quietly, her throat still sore from the events of earlier.
Oliver's expression faltered, and he sighed heavily, the weight of the truth sinking in. "Miguel broke his spine when Robby kicked him over the railing. He's in a coma right now."
Odette's heart sank, and tears began to well up in her eyes. Her thoughts immediately went to Miguel, to the pain he must be feeling, and the uncertainty of whether he would ever wake up.
"What about Robby?" She whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.
"Robby ran away. The cops are looking for him." He informed, carefully lifting her gauze-wrapped hand from the bed, his fingers gentle as he held it in his own, careful not to disturb the wires or the monitor keeping track of her vitals.
The news hit her like a wave, and for a moment, everything around her felt like it was spinning. She didn't quite understand the situation fully—her mind was clouded and everything was moving too fast—but she felt her heart begin to race. Her breathing became rapid, panicked.
"T-The cops?!" She gasped, shaking her head as she tried to sit up, but the effort left her exhausted and dizzy. "It was an accident! He doesn't need to go to jail!"
"Odette." Oliver's voice was calm, but his grip tightened on her hand. He gently squeezed her fingers, trying to keep her grounded. "I'm sure he won't go to jail. They'll probably just ask him a couple of questions."
Tears welled in Odette's eyes, spilling over as the reality of the situation began to sink in. She wanted to fight it, to argue, but it felt like the world had shifted beneath her in a way she couldn't control. The events from that day—Miguel's fall, the school fight—everything felt like it was spinning out of control.
"I'm sorry." She cried, her voice choked with guilt. "I... I tried to stop it. No one listened. I... I tried."
Oliver's face softened, his heart aching for her. He leaned closer, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "It's okay, O. Shh. It's okay. You did your best."
Odette shook her head, guilt and sorrow overwhelming her. She wanted to make things right, to undo everything that had happened, but she felt powerless in the face of it all. The pain, the confusion, and the uncertainty about Miguel's future—it was all too much.
The beeping sound from the monitors was a constant reminder of how fragile life was, how quickly things could change.
Odette closed her eyes, her chest tightening as she tried to steady her breathing, knowing that the world around her might never be the same again.
