is it love? Mystery Spell- Love and War

Chapter 14: Nightmaradeen and a growing distance

(Authors note: Okay, I know in my story 'Angels' I had the crossover play out in the summer of their timeline and now the crossover is playing in mid-November-ish of this timeline, this is because I planned out my stories but didn't think of the timeline inconsistencies. Please just ignore this fact, it won't affect the outcome of the stories in any way, it was just a blip in planning on my part)

I was surrounded by dead people in a white room. I wasn't dead, but I could have been, depending on where I decided to go from here. The dead people, were, as a matter of fact, my biological family. All of them had decided to, well, in essence, take a break from being dead, all to ensure that I kept living. They fed their memories, their power, their...essence of being to me and buried it deep in my subconscious. They kept muttering to me, as I floated around, that I would need it later. I turned my head and saw a bright white light. It was warm and welcoming, but I wasn't ready to go there yet. I didn't want to go there anyway. I had too much to live for right now, too many people in my life who mattered a great deal.

I felt something cold in the palm of my hand. I turned but saw nothing there. My ancestor's energy flowed into me, and my mother, with a kind smile on her face, led me to a door and told me to go forward until I begin to float. I followed her instructions and the darkness of the room gave way to light as I floated higher and higher.

I opened my eyes. I was in the hospital. It was a dimly lit, private room. I looked around. It was dark outside and the ward was quiet. I sat up a little and felt something in my hand move. Peter was asleep in the chair next to my bed and he was holding my hand tightly. I looked at the desk next to him and saw an array of flowers, cards, gifts, and balloons around it from Sarah, her grandmother Regina, Professor Jones, Lorie and Nicolae, even Drogo had left something for me. I shook Peter awake and he shot up out of his chair.

"You're finally awake!" he cried, pulling me into a tight hug, "We were worried you weren't going to wake up."

"How long have I been asleep?" I ask, still bleary.

"A week," he replies, pressing the button to call the doctor.

"A week?" I cry, as the doctors come in.

They check me over and run a few basic tests to make sure I'm healthy. They say if the tests they have to do tomorrow come out fine, I can go home, but I'll need plenty of bed rest before going back to college. Peter stays with me throughout the whole thing, holding my hand and a nurse eyes us knowingly.

"You're lucky you have such a sweet and loving boyfriend missy, he's stayed here with you this whole time waiting for you to wake up," she says before leaving the room.

I look at Peter quizzically, but he seems to be having a problem meeting my gaze. I can see that his ars are pink and I hold his hand gently.

"Thank you, Peter," I say quietly.

He turns to look at me with that usual sad look and whispers, "Don't scare me like that ever again."

I look him in the eye and kiss his hand in a silent promise. He smiles at me kindly and settles back down into the chair next to me. We talk quietly for a bit and eventually, I fall asleep.

The next afternoon, I'm discharged from the hospital and able to go home. Lorie is both happy to see me and angry that 'I dared wind up in the hospital and left her with her icky brothers' without permission. I laughed and was brought up to my room to rest. Sarah came by with copies of her notes from class and brought me up to speed on the gossip at school and the situation with the drunk students that, apparently, did a hit and run when they run me over.

She left and Peter came in looking nervous. He was holding a pile of books and files with what I recognized as Professor Jones' writing on them.

"He dropped by with some work for you to do, should you take the research role," Peter explained, "he seems eager to take you to Peru."