The Schuyler Scandal || Modern Meggy

Chapter 5 (Edited)

Peggy's POV (SURPRISE)

(Takes place when squad first came to the hospital and saw Pegleg) (Time travel provided by turtles)

"Wake up, hun. It's time to wake up," I heard a gentle voice say as someone shook me awake. I grunted some undescribable noise before sitting up. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. It was then that I finally realized something was wrong. All that surrounded me was a dark void. Suddenly alert and slightly frightened, I turned to the stranger who had been trying to wake me up. She had long, brown hair tied up in a bun and thoughtful eyes.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked frantically.

"My name is Rachel Faucette. I-" Rachel began before I cut her off.

"R-rachel Faucette?" I stuttered in disbelief. "As in.......as in Alexander's mother?" I added in a hushed tone. Rachel nodded slowly, a sad smile creeping on her face. A million thoughts ran through my head, and, without thinking, I spit out the first one that came to mind.

"W-wait. Does this mean........am I dead?!" Fear traced my entire expression.

"No, no. Don't worry. You're not dead. You're just inside your conscience," Rachel answered calmly.

"H-how? This has never happened before," I stated, throwing my head in my hands in confusion.

"Do you remember what happened?" Rachel inquired as a chair materialized. She sat in it and folded her hands in her lap.

"No," I muttered at an almost inaudible level.

"Do you remember why you're unconscious?" she repeated, restating her question. At that moment, it all flooded back into my memory, making my head hurt.

"Oh my god," I mumbled in disbelief. "This.......no. This couldn't have happened. I can't be in the hospital. I couldn't have been shot. I couldn't have just been almost killed. I couldn't have just left everyone alone. Maria. I couldn't have left her alone," I rambled on, not making any sense due to my full-on panic.

"Shhhhhh child. Calm down. This really did happen. You......You really are unconscious. You really were shot and almost killed. You are really inside your conscience. And you really are talking to your friend's dead mother," Rachel replied, suddenly at my side and wrapping me in a hug. I could tell that nothing could really phase this woman. That was when I broke down crying into her arms.

"Please. Please tell me that they aren't worried about me," I choked out, not bothering to elaborate who "they" were. Rachel didn't answer right away, which caused me to cry harder.

"Shhhhhhhhh darling. Don't cry. Everything's gonna be alright. And your friends, if I'm to be completely honest, are worried to death. But only because they care about you," she finally said while stroking my hair.

"Is.......is there any way you could show me them?" I questioned into her shirt. She squeezed my shoulder in reply and suddenly the dark void filled with light. I looked up with tears in my eyes at the display before me. There my friends were, all sitting right beside me. The real me. Alex stood at the foot of the bed, his face stricken with worry and fright. John had his arms wrapped around Alex's small waist attempting to comfort him, despite looking broken himself. Laf was sitting by my knees, looking as if someone had hit him in the gut with a baseball bat. Hercules loomed over him in sad concern. Eliza leaned completely into Angelica, both appearing depressed and brain dead. And then there was Maria. She sat right next to my head and as close to the bed as possible. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying for hours. Her makeup was a crazy mess, leaving trails down her face where tears had fallen. An empty tissue box lay abused in her lap. She seemed to be trying to whisper strained messages to me that I could not hear. The entire sight only made me cry harder.