WITCH

NINE

The witches made their way through the hospital, Madison's arm hooked through Mickey's as she lit a cigarette.
"You can't smoke in here Madison."
Zoe glared at the blonde.
"Why don't you go tell someone?"
Madison quirked an eyebrow at the girl as Mickey snickered.
"I don't even know why we're here."
Mickey rolled his eyes, readjusting the black hat on his head as he rolled up his sweater sleeves.
"Sick people really gross me out,"
Madison huffed, pulling her brother closer for comfort.
Mickey sighed as he saw Nan sitting outside Luke's hospital room.
The boy didn't know what happened to the stranger, frankly he didn't really care.
"We've been looking everywhere for you."
Madison glared at the girl.
"We're leaving. Cordelia asked us all back to the house."
The twins glared down at the girl.
"I need to see Luke."
"You haven't seen him yet? You've been here since last night."
Madison gaped.
"His mother won't let me."
"Give me five minutes and it won't be an issue,"
Mickey smirked, his fingers twitching as he thought of what a hospital would look like in flames.
"This is bullshit,"
Madison stepped away from Mickey, grabbing Nan and shoving her into the room.
Mickey sighed, holding out his arm to Zoe as the two followed in.
"Do you always have to be holding onto someone?"
Zoe whispered with a teasing grin.
"It's my security blanket."
The blonde winked back.
"Luke?
"Who said you could come in here?"
The old woman sitting next to him stood up with a harsh glare.
"Get out before I call security."
"She just wants to see him."
Zoe told her calmly.
"Absolutely not. It's your fault my son is in a coma, you brought this darkness into our home."
"Luke says calm down. Don't have a fit, like at the lake last summer."
Nan told the woman.
The old lady reeled back, her face contorted in confusion.
"When did he tell you that?"
"Now."
"You're a liar, or a lunatic."
The woman shook her head.
"No bitch. She's clairvoyant."
Madison seethed at the woman.
"Regard not them that have familiar spirits who consort with demons to be defiled by them."
The woman said, Mickey looking to his sister and mouthing 'what the fuck.'
"She's not talking to a demon. She's talking to your son."
Zoe glared.
"I don't believe it, you're mocking my grief."
"Not your grief, maybe your outfit. God works in mysterious ways Joanie, roll with it."
Madison rose an eyebrow, clearly annoyed with the situation.
"Or I could set her on fire and we could all go home,"
Mickey sighed tiredly, pursing his lips.
"He likes that song. The one you sang to him before?"
Nan questioned.
"That just proves you're a fraud. I didn't sing, I read to him from Deuteronomy."
"When he was eight. When he broke his arm. 'A Closer Walk?'"
"How can you know that?"
Mickey groaned in frustration, removing his arm from Zoe as he pressed his temples.
"Are you that ignorant? We're witches, God's curse. Demons-"
Zoe slapped the back of the boy's head, only making him want to leave more.
"Come on Nan,"
Zoe ushered her to the door as Madison latched back onto Mickey.
"She doesn't deserve your help."
Suddenly the four stopped, hearing the woman shakily sing.
Nan ran over to the woman, the two smiling over the man in a coma.
Mickey sighed, opening the door for the two girls.
"Let's blow this bitch."

☾

"Kyle?"
Zoe asked as the witches entered the house.
There was Kyle sitting beside Fiona and dealing cards.
"Oh God he's adorable."
Mickey gaped at the blonde, Madison chuckling at his side.
"What did you do?"
"Well since none of you can play cards worth a damn, I took the liberty of sprucing up your boy just a touch."
The woman gave a small smile.
"You fixed him?"
Zoe asked in shock.
"Well I wouldn't go that far. He's not all there but, he's okay. What we need is a guard dog, one who will attack on command. Deal."
Mickey and Madison shared an eye roll as the woman continued to play cards.
Each of the twins lighting a cigarette and marching off to their rooms.