The nightmare ended, tossing Bobble through a whirlwind of reality that ended abruptly as he awoke, his balance on the ledge immediately shattered. With a cry of alarm, he tumbled from the window frame, landing ungracefully in the center of one of Lizzie's stuffed animals. His heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to find his bearings. The moonlight filtered through the window now above him, casting shadows around the room. The quiet of the night pressed in on him, broken only by the soft breathing of his friends; undisturbed by his startled exclamation.
He sat up slowly, taking deep breaths to calm his racing thoughts. His hands trembled as he pushed the plush toys aside and swung his feet over onto the carpet. Pain shot through his legs and he staggered, sucking in his breath, trying not to make any noise and alert the others.
Splinters, splinters, splinters, oh great HOLLOW that hurts!
Despite his near sleep-driven hyperventilation, his lungs burned with icy-cold stiffness and he winced again, this time as the air from his mouth still crystalized as though he were standing dead center in the Winter Woods.
Just like in his dream.
He shuddered, crossing his arms and shifting his weight to his good leg. His crutch was nowhere in sight. He had intentionally left it back in the Hollow, determined not to allow it to slow him down. If he couldn't fly, there was absolutely no way he wasn't going to be able to walk either.
"Stupid dream," he muttered under his breath. "Get a hold of yerself, Phineas. It was just a dream."
The others didn't stir and Bobble took advantage of this, hobbling toward the door. He needed to make a clean escape, go somewhere where he could be alone to think. Lizzie and her father would be waking up soon and as soon as they did, the others would follow, all insistent on filling the little girl in on everything that had happened; Varnas, the pixies, the bracelet, all of it, and Bobble wasn't sure he was ready to be a part of that conversation yet.
The soft carpet muffled his footsteps and allowed him a moment to catch his breath. He reached the underside of Lizzie's desk and he leaned against the legs wearily. Twenty steps. Twenty steps and he already felt as though he had been trampled by a marathon. This wasn't right. He hated this. He was so much stronger than this. He'd once been the fastest fairy in the Hollow; quick enough to give Vidia a run for her money, but now...now he couldn't even walk more than a few feet before his legs gave out.
No wonder my friends think I'm a burden, he thought glumly. I have given them no reason to believe anything else.
He thought back to the morning they had left to come to the mainland; of how easily Silvermist had beaten him just skipping through the trees. He was no match compared to that. He had lost his flight and he had never taken the time to consider that would mean he would need to be a quicker runner.
He'd never thought a situation would arise where they would be in danger again.
He stopped.
No, correction, he never thought he would be put in a dangerous situation again. Tink was a wildcard. Ironically, somehow he was sure, if the pixies hadn't come all the way to the human's world for the bracelet, that Tink would have found some way to throw the entire season into disarray again.
Bobble was beginning to wonder how much of her impulsive nature had rubbed off on him.
I guess it was my turn to be the impulsive one. He chuckled dryly at this thought. Thankfully, the second consciousness that so adamantly clung to his brain said nothing, so he took that to be a small comfort for the time being. After all, I even lied to the Queen about my whereabouts before this trip.
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