It had been a week since the fight at the dojo with Kreese, Johnny, Robby, Wren and Daniel.
A week since The Bookshelf had been open.
A week since Mr James fell.
A week since Wren had gone home.
Wren wasn't sure how she ended up at Mr James's bedside the night of his accident. She didn't remember walking to the hospital, or arriving, or trying to find him, or talking to anyone...
But when her mind became clear, and her thoughts became coherent once more, she was beside him, holding his hand, her face clean of any dried blood from the fight and two stitches on the side of her head.
Someone had helped her, she knew not who and yet she could only focus on him. On Noah.
He looked like he was sleeping, she remembered that the most.
Will hadn't seen what happened that night, only that when he came around the counter corner from the back room, Mr James was on the floor, his walking stick by his side. Paramedics said he just lost his balance, tripped and hit his head is all.
'Nothing to worry about,' they said... But that was all Wren could do, was capable of doing and all she had been doing for the past week.
For all Wren knew, Noah had hit his head on the floor the exact same moment she did streets away in the dojo when Johnny kicked her too hard.
Their only difference was... Wren got back up.
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little bird // r.keene
FanfictionFitting in for Wren had never really been a problem for her and her best friend Rue. They did everything normal teenagers did. Did homework together, had sleepovers, talked about boys... It was all real. They both thought nothing could change that...
