Silver Lily

Healing

"...It has been almost a week since what happened. When is she going to heal and become conscious?" I heard a faint rumble in the room.

"1. Maybe 2." A voice I wasn't familiar with said.

"1 maybe 2 what?" I heard the first guys voice say. I knew him but couldn't make a face with it or a name.

"Maybe 3."

"What? Get out of here before I rip your pointless heart out and drain it." That made me open my eyes. I turned my head but froze squeezing my eyes, moaning at the pain shooting through my head. "Silver?"

"Zak?" I asked reopening my eyes.

"Yes?" His eyes were the first thing I saw.

I tried sitting up but pain shot all through me. "Ah..." I groaned. Zak held my face, shaking his head for me not to move. "How long have I been out?"

"A week." He put his head upagainst mine but pulled back instantly when I winced. I ttried comprehending that, but it didn't make sense.

"No, that can't be right." I shook my head. The images of Autumn flashed through my mind and my eyes moistened. I blinked back the tears, barely keeping them at bay.

"I will be right back." Zak kissed me then left.

"Is that him?" I heard to the left. I slowly looked his way. I could barely see him; He blinded into the wall but was slowly fading to himself. Fallon was staring at the door Zak just left from.

"You showed up, why did you follow me there?" I asked.

"You are my responsibility. Tessla told you so." He looked down at his feet.

"What, uhm, what happened? You know, after..." I left off for him to answer. He finally looked me in the eyes, with those hypnotic eyes.

"Declan is dead. I made sure of it." His voice sounded like with every syllabal, it darkened. The malicious look on his face showed all I needed to know. If I wasn't so tired, I would of tried seeing what he saw.

"When's the funeral?" I muttered. I couldn't bring myself to say her or even her name. She wasn't a her anymore. Just an empty vessel that resembled and mocked my best friends body. It would be an imposter in that coffin.

My tears finally spilled over. One after another, they made a little trail from the corner of my eyes, down my cheeks and dropping off my jaw like a water fall of emotions. My breathing started speeding up and I couldn't keep up with the oxygen my lungs were trying to kidnap. A small cry came out from between my lips, but I ignored it. I didn't save her like I promised and I couldn't even take revenge. I failed at what I was training myself for. I deserved the pain shooting through my body and I welcomed it with open arms. I was prepared to cry for the rest of the night; I rolled over, not caring about the pain that itself caused, and cried into the pillow letting Fallon know I was done with that conversation.

What I wasn't prepared for was him crawling into bed with me and pulling me into his arms. He pulled me onto his lap and laid down. My head rested on his chest, right over his heart and I focused on evening my breathing with his. I closed my eyes when he started running his fingers along my back. He got me to stop hyperventilating, and sobbing moans. The only thing left was the tears spilling out from my eyes but even those slowed down.

I looked up and met his eyes. He was staring at me and didn't bother to look away when I caught him. We stayed that way for a while. We just stared at each other and I concentrated on keeping my vision from turning different colors. I knew they would, I was just scared of the color it would turn. Fallon snapped his head up, glancing at the door and his fangs shooting out of his gums. I felt the rumble in his chest before I heard it.