Imagine

IMAGINE part 1- Chapter 2 (Final Draft! Updated Jan 2023!)

Special thanks to Ashley Newell, my editor for this draft

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Once Zilly had awoken, she turned over to lay on her side, noticing that Marcie had not been in her hospital bed.

"What the..? How long was I asleep..?" She wondered aloud, looking out the window. She must've slept until nightfall; the only thing she could see was a dingy charcoal-colored blanket; covering the sky as dawn turned to dusk.

She heard squeaking down the hall. Immediately, she instinctively buried her face into the covers. Out of nowhere, a wheelchair suddenly pulled up beside her, and Zilly felt a small hand brush up against her shoulder.

"Are you still asleep, sweetheart?"

As Zilly looked up, she saw Marcie grinning widely. She extended her casted arm forward, softly touching her fiancée's shoulder.

"Huh..?" Zilly said, immediately sitting up.

Hmm... That's strange... The last time she was conscious... she was unable to sit up. Ah, shit, what happened? How is this even fucking possible? Goddamnit...

"I'm so glad you're up! You've been out for a while..."

"Huh? What do you mean? How long was I asleep?"

"Two days... But that's okay; I was too."

Zilly looked down at her bandaged legs, lightly dangling over the wheelchair. Her attention was suddenly focused on her casted arm.

"How's this arm?" She murmured, stroking the cast ever so delicately.

"Sore, but that's okay! At least I can finally sit next to you!"

Zilly chuckled, lifting her hand to try and grab her fiancée's, but forgot her hand had been in a brace and was rendered inoperable.

"Oh, you fractured your wrist; it's not that bad, though." She heard Marcie reply softly.

Not that bad? I wish...

"But you still look amazing, even when you're injured like that."

Marcie extended her arm, brushing her hand across Zilly's face, leaning in, with Zilly grabbing her cheek.

Footsteps approached, and a man stood in the doorway, saying,

"Hello? Oh, I'm sorry, this probably isn't a good time..."

With her face redder than the sun at dawn, Marcie pulled away immediately. They both turned as they started to hear a small voice behind them. A small man stood by, with his arm bandaged and his hair dyed light blue, like the baby blue sky on a sunny day.

"I think I'll go now; my bad..."

"Wait!" Zilly looked closely. "It's okay... Come in." She said, using a soft tone; she didn't want to startle him. As he approached them, his hands shifted nervously as he swallowed and moved forward. Zilly saw him wearing dark clothing and a small gray scarf. Zilly's eyes widened, gazing into his; they were a bright yellowish color that was only recognizable by her. Could it be..?

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A small cry echoed: "Mama!"

"What is it, sweetheart?"

This era was before I met Marcie... Before she even heard of me... Zilly remembered. This flashback... Who...

A small, blue cat ran up to her, dragging his feet behind him.

"Hey, Look! Watch what I can do!"

He had gotten up on all fours.

Then, he took a couple of steps.