The Tale of Two Angels (School for Good and Evil fanfic)

Chapter 11

For a brief moment between sleep and consciousness, Rose thought she was back home.

But then the sheets, though clean and thick, were too smooth to be her patched up one. The room smelled not of cedar and pine, but of. . .perfume*? When she opened her eyes, she saw a white ceiling with swirled gold designs, nothing at all like the high thatched roof she was used too.

She felt oddly cold despite the blanket. Stiff and numb too. . .like a corpse. Rose pushed the morbid thought aside and pushed the covers off. She managed to bring her feet to the side of the bed, but made the mistake trying to stand.

"Oomph!"

Rose didn't feel pain when she collapsed. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing. Fortunately, the lady in the room came rushing through the curtained area she was in as soon as she heard her fall and helped lift her back to the bed. Well, Rose thought it was a lady at first. But then she realized that the being before her was very, very tall, and had violet skin, and bright blue hair, and was floating above the ground

"Are. . .are you some kind of angel?" she muttered, leaning backwards. "Am I dead?" Am I dead?

A sense of deja vu struck her. Hadn't she said that earlier? But she had just woken up. There was no earlier.

Rose clutched her head in her hands, and grunted a little. It hurt, but only for a moment. When she opened her eyes, the floating lady was peering at her face in concern. Like Frost always did.

Frost. . .Frost! She nearly jumped out of bed. "Frost, my brother! Have you seen him? Is he alright? Where is he?"

The being made gestures for her to calm down and stay put, then disappeared through the curtains again.

"Frost. . ." Frost was okay. He was always okay. If he wasn't, wouldn't he be in this sick room with her?

Slowly, her thoughts drifted back to the odd feeling she had earlier.

Am I dead?
No. You're sleeping, more likely.

A boy. . .a boy had said that to her, right? While she was dreaming?

"Rose!" The curtains were swept aside and she came face-to-face with her ecstatic brother. He immediately wrapped his arms around her. "You're awake. . .you're finally awake. . ." He suddenly let go, nearly pushing her away with the force. "Is it cold?" he asked suddenly, looking at her arms. "Do you feel any ice? Are you hurting anywhere? Are you-"

He was cut off by Rose's soft laughter. "I'm okay Frost. Where are we? And what are you wearing?"

"Oh this?" he asked, gesturing to his uniform. "Well, as much as I hate to say it, you were right. The School for Good and Evil is real. . .and we're in it."

"Real? But why. . .what. . .how did we even get here?"

Frost's face turned somber, his voice cautious. "Rose, what is the last thing you remember before waking up?"

"I. . .um. . ." she frowned. Swirls of dreams still flitted about her mind. A forest, a boy, a monster, story books. She thought past that. "We were running. . .we were running from the town. Because. . .because they. . ." Her eyes widened. ". . .oh."

Frost held her hand and felt her leaning against him. He leaned back. "Yeah. . .Mom and Dad are. . . . .We passed out at some point while they were chasing us. Then we were taken here."