𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 | "I've never had a place to call home. Now I'm starting to realize home doesn't have to be four walls, it can be people too."
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥...
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𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠-𝘍𝘐𝘝𝘌
(the cursed witch, act one)
NINA WOKE TO A BRIGHT, WHITE LIGHT AND GRUMBLED.
Her eyes adjusted slowly as she gazed at the unfamiliar room she was in. The wall beside her was covered in long vertical blinds; over her head, the glaring lights blinded her. She was propped up on a hard, uneven bed — a bed with rails, it reminded her of the bunk bed she had when she was little.
The pillows were flat and lumpy. There was an annoying beeping sound somewhere close by. Nina hoped that meant she was still alive. Death shouldn't be this annoying and uncomfortable.
Her hands were twisted together with about a dozen clear tubes, and there was something taped across her face, under her nose. She lifted her hand to rip it off, feeling it itch.
A cool hand caught hers. "No, you don't."
Her head whipped to the side, she almost regretted the quick movement, but the sight of his face made her forget about the feeling of blood rushing to her head. "Edward?" She muttered, his face unclear in her sleep-hazed eyes. Tears poked at her eyes as she began to recall bits and pieces. "I'm so sorry, Edward."
"Shhhh," He shushed her. "Everything's all right now. You don't have to be sorry for anything."
"What happened?" She still couldn't remember it clearly. All she could remember was getting there and seeing the trackers face before her mind turned to mush.
"I was almost too late. I could have been too late," He whispered, his voice tormented.
"I was so stupid, Edward. I thought he had my mom."
He shook his head. "He tricked us all."
"I need to call my mom," She muttered.
"Alice called her. Natalie is here — well, here in the hospital. She's getting something to eat right now."
"She's here? I need to apologize–" She tried to sit up, but the spinning in her head accelerated, and his hand pushed her down gently onto the pillows.
"She'll be back soon," He promised. "And you need to stay still."
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her everything," Edward admitted, gazing at her nervously. "I figured it would be easier for you... if you didn't have to say it."
"Does she..." Understand?
He nodded, hearing her thoughts, sifting through them. "She's forgiven you. But she is planning on having a very long talk about self-worth with you."
