One team or two? Ninjago book one of three

The Garden | Chapter Eleven

Lloyd's Pov

The little waiting room was bland and depressing. The walls were tan and covered with chicken scratch. No one would say a word, it was quiet. Too quiet. Without Jay there was no comedic relief, everyone was worried and mad at each other. I just couldn't take this silence anymore, I felt suffocated. "I'm going to get some air" I announced to no one in particular. I walked out of the lab quickly, breathing in the fresh air. I noticed a garden that we had overlooked, the flowers seeming to call to me. I walked into the garden, closing the little gate behind me. The flowers were beautiful, the colors were ironically perfect. Red Roses, Gray tulips, White Daisies, Black peonies, Green ivy and lastly a single bluebell. The poor little bluebell was hidden from the sunlight, slowly wilting. I sat beside the flower, it just seemed so ironic that the blue flower was wiliting, just like our blue flower was wiliting. I touched one of the petals, feeling the soft blue petal under my coarse finger. The blue flower turned solid gold and fell over, ripping the now golden roots out of the ground. I felt unwanted tears prick my eyes. "Oh come on! I can't even escape my powers in a GARDEN!" I screamed, throwing the golden flower across the garden. I felt pathetic crying over a flower, but it seemed to just resemble so much of my life right now. "Why now? Why us?" I croaked, walking towards the small pond in the garden. I barely recognized myself, dark circles sat under my eyes, my blonde hair was crusted and stuck to my forehead with sweat. My gi was torn and stained with blood. "Why couldn't they just let my father rest peacefully? Why do they have to make him the bad guy again?" I begged, I couldn't deal with fighting my father again, especially if the team was split for good. 'If Jay doesn't come back from this, what will I do?' I thought horrified.

Jay's Pov

Darkness, I was never very fond of that word. My whole body ached, I felt trapped. I couldn't open my eyes, couldn't move a muscle. My mind was fuzzy, all I remembered was pain. Oh the pain, it was nearly unbearable. It felt like every fiber of me was being ripped apart. "How does he always get himself in these weird situations?" A voice asked, their tone jokingly bitter. "I...I really don't know" another voice chuckled. I couldn't put a face to the voices, but I felt like I should know them. "I really hope he pulls through, I don't know what we'll do if he doesn't" I was beyond confused. "Me too... me too" the other voice trailed off. What do they mean, what's happened?