Believe Me

Twenty-Seven: My Fault

Believe Me

Ch 27: My Fault

Sky's POV

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23:13

"Seto, no!" I protest, plopping back down. "You said he'd wake up today, so I'm waiting."

"Sky, I..." Seto bites his lip. "Truthfully, he should've woken up the day we got back. I gave him some extra time, just in case, but... Sky, I don't know what's wrong with him. He seems perfectly healthy, but he won't wake up."

"W-What?"

He shrugs helplessly.

"I- He- Then what-" I suck in a breath. "Seto, what if- what if he has the disease?"

Seto's eyes go wide. "Sky, you're a genius!" He darts over to Ty's bed, quickly pulling up a magic scan. "Hmm... Yes. Yes, he has the disease. Oh, why didn't I check this sooner?"

"The freaking idiot!" I rage, standing up and pacing back and forth across the room. "He had the cure in his possession, and he must have known he had the disease – he could have just taken a small bit for himself, but no! He just had to make sure I'd be okay! Notch, he's such a moron!" Seto zaps out of the room, and I continue my rant. "Total imbecile! All it would've taken is a single sip, and he'd have been one hundred percent fine! Why is he so selfless? I-I'm not important! I b-broke his heart," I gasp out, and when did I transition into sobbing? "I- I h-hurt him, s-so much, and I- I- H-How could I g-give him up? How could I choose a-anything over him?"

At some point, Seto has re-entered the room. "Listen," he says, "it's going to be okay. I don't know what you're on about, but Ty will forgive you for it as soon as he wakes up."

"N-No," I sniffle, "I don't think he will."

"He's your best friend," Seto says. "He's Ty. Have some faith."

"I'll try..."

"Seto, I can't find it," Brice says in confusion, peeking into the room. "Where'd you say you put it?"

"In the- Hmm. Uh, let me just summon it." Seto raises his hands, flicks his wrists. "Summone Antidotum." Nothing happens. "Er, maybe if I summon the potion bottle rather than the potion? It's a solid..." One more spell.

An empty potion bottle clatters to the floor.

"Where is it..?"

"I... Um... Is it..." Seto's eyes widen. "We used it all. I didn't make any more because we thought we had already vaccinated or cured everybody, I- we- we're out of- the cure is gone."

I swallow hard. "W-What?"

"Can't you make a new cure with the disease inside of Ty?" Brice asks worriedly.

"If I could do that, I'd have done it before going on what was basically a suicide spell mission," Seto says. Brice frowns, opens his mouth, closes it again.

"I-I- He- What?" I ask. I'm not processing this correctly, I don't think- I can't- Ty can't-

"Having a direct strain could help... Maybe we could get a direct strain of the virus from the oven," Seto offers, and I shake my head slightly, locked in a daze.

"No," I say, "we blew the oven up."

I destroyed Ty's only hope at life, and I haven't got the power to fix it.

It's my fault. It's all my fault. I've killed him, it's my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault.

My fault.