WHEN ALL IS LOST, HOPE BECOMES YOUR BEST WEAPON
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Synopsis:
During the party to commemorate t...
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Thomas opened his eyes and found himself staring at the ceiling of his room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, his clothes were still thrown on the chair in front of his computer and he stepped on the pizza box he had left on the floor a few days ago.
He looked down at himself and realized that, despite being in the same clothes, they looked brand new. He wondered if that had anything to do with the little miracle Santa Claus had talked about.
When he went downstairs and found his uncle and Nathan having breakfast, he almost pinched himself to make sure he was awake.
"Are you guys okay?" He asked, unable to control himself.
Brian laughed and put his coffee mug on the table.
"You're the one who woke up looking like you've been run over by an elephant, and you ask if we're okay? How about at least combing your hair before coming downstairs?"
Thomas ignored his uncle's joke and hugged him. Then he turned to Nathan and did the same. They both looked at him with confused expressions on their faces, but he didn't care. Brian and Nathan were home, they were fine and apparently didn't remember anything. The whole madness with the winter sorceress had lasted almost three days, but neither his brother nor his uncle questioned him about anything out of the ordinary.
What do they think I've been doing these past few days?
Distracted by his thoughts, Thomas cursed himself when he bumped into the coffee mug with his hand and spilled the hot contents on Nathan.
And it was this little disaster that changed everything.
"Ouch!" Nathan shouted when the coffee touched his legs.
Everyone froze.
Thomas looked at his brother and found the same confused look he must have had on his face on the boy's face.
"I'm going to call Dr. Wells!" Brian broke the silence and ran to the living room.
Hours later, the three of them were at Cleston General Hospital. Nathan underwent a series of tests, which revealed positive signs that his legs were recovering from the injury he had suffered in the accident, the doctors could only agree on one thing to explain it: It was as if it were some kind of miracle.
Sitting in the hospital hallway, Thomas felt the need to talk to someone. But it couldn't be just anyone; he needed someone who could truly understand everything that was going on in his head at that moment, and only one name came to mind.
He didn't know her cell phone number, but he didn't mind having to run to Mikaela's house.
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