Bonded

Chapter Fifteen

About a week passed, I'd say what all happened, but it's a blur.

Seth had told me his plan. It was ridiculously risky, messing with the forces of life itself, but if I could find a solution to everything happening, I would not let it pass easily.

"That... would it really work?" Of course, I'd asked about a million times, but the question left my mouth once more.

Seth bit his lip. "I really think so. We can at least see if he will ever wake up. I've seen it before. I haven't done it, but I think I know how."

I nodded. This was better than nothing.

As we made our way to the hospital to see Isaac, it started to snow. People passed me on the sidewalk, only seeing the girl with fiery red hair shuffling by. Nobody saw the boy next to me, looking at his ghostly feet as they failed to make prints like mine on the sidewalk.

As we entered the hospital, I asked to see Isaac and was let into his room. My escort didn't care that I was just a kid, probably because I had visited so much on my own already. I couldn't help but want to be there if he suddenly woke up.

One major risk in Seth's plan had to do with the building itself. So many people had died here, and so many wanted revenge on the doctors and nurses who couldn't save them. Angry souls seemed to be in every dark corner, and they hated our plan. It did not seem right to them that Isaac and Seth might get a second chance. We would have to be very, very careful.

I walked into Isaac's room and sat in a chair next to his bed. Nobody else was here. Isaac looked peaceful lying on those white sheets. His hair was ruffled and his glasses were nowhere in sight, making my friend look younger, the soft curves of his cheeks made him look vulnerable and almost angelic. It killed me to think that maybe Isaac would never wake up. His dad would usually be at Isaac's side, but it was too early in the day and he was at work. Not many other people visited, maybe a few people from school here and there. It was kind of sad, and I frowned, looking around the room.

So dull. So much white and it smelled so...Sanitary.

So... I guess now is the time huh?

Seth would leave my body and enter Isaac's, using him as an anchor for a short time. While inside Isaac's head, he would determine if Isaac could ever come out of his coma, or if he would not ever wake up. At least then I would be prepared if the plug was ever pulled, you know?

If Isaac was there, Seth would try to get his attention, do what he could to wake him up, and then come back to me.

If he was not there...

Grab his hand.

I reached out and gently took Isaac's hand. It wasn't as warm as mine, and was limp in my hold. I let out a sigh and laid my head against the bed next to it. All right... I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be.

Seth's ghostly form appeared next to Isaac on the bed, holding his other hand. Then, after giving me his signature crooked smile, he disappeared, leaving me to wait and wonder how this would all end, and if I would be alone for good if it failed.

(Seth's POV)

He felt so much different from Diana.

The first thing I noticed was the emptiness. The warmth of thoughts seemed to be missing completely, replaced with an aching cold. Compared to Diana's mind, this one was so dark. As I explored, though, I saw something that gave me hope.

I saw a light.

I reached out, and felt a consciousness that could only be Isaac's. It radiated loneliness, so I tried my best to expand on it, to bring the boy back from the Void. As I tried to pull Isaac back from the edge, a heavy weight fell on my shoulders.. The light slowly got brighter, but my energy shrank the longer I pulled it towards me.

It was so weak.

He was so weak.

And I couldn't fully bring him back. If I kept trying like this, I might be pulled into the Void with him...

I held tight to what light he still had left, and let myself seep into his consciousness, let myself become one with it to ask the one vital question, my plan B.

Silence was my answer.

(Diana's POV)

I don't know how long I had been sleeping, but I awoke with a start. Taking in my surroundings, I quickly remembered why I was here, and placed the reason for the empty feeling inside me.

He wasn't there.

Why wasn't he back? Unless... Oh God.

My heart skipped a beat as I squeezed the hand in mine. I sat up straight in my seat to get a better look at the boy in the bed.

He looked the same, but one thing stood out to me. Maybe I was looking too hard, or maybe it was luck.

But I saw Isaac's head move slightly, and his hand held mine back....

Seth?

Can you hear me? It... It worked, right?

I was snapped from my thoughts when the boy's hand slipped from my grip, and I gasped when he opened his eyes.

One was Isaac's dark brown, and the other was Seth's pale blue.

~Time Skip~

As soon as he woke up, I was led out of Isaacs's room. The change in the many monitors must have alerted somebody keeping watch over his condition. I tried to stay, but a nurse had a firm hold on my upper arm as she took me into the hall.

My head was spinning. This wasn't part of the plan. If Seth was able to save Isaac or bring him out of the coma, he would have come back to me! A cold feeling crept down my spine when I realized I didn't know who I saw when those odd eyes opened.

I frowned when I remembered that I couldn't seek Seth's company, like I always did when I was unsure of something. I think I'm going to be sick...

I didn't want to leave. I couldn't help but look through the foggy glass window into the hospital room I'd just been forced out of either. Searching all the bodies moving around near the bed, I couldn't see the only one that really mattered to me.

"Miss, it'll be a while before Isaac takes visitors again, I think you should go home for tonight and come back tomorrow... Here, if you write your number down I'll even call you." In a haze, I wrote my phone number down and handed the paper to the nurse. Then, I went home, feeling so empty that it ached.

~The next day~

The next day, as promised, I got a call from the nurse. I had never even seen her face, but I remembered her sickly sweet voice. She told me that Isaac had done so well and worked with the staff amazingly, and they were actually going to let him go home at noon. I quietly said that I would wait until then. Looking back, I don't think anything could've prepared me for the surprised and intense emotions I felt when noon rolled by.