Sylvia fainted just outside the Shelby house. Thomas found her, unconscious and brought her back inside. "It's been nearly four hours..." Polly was pacing with worry, Sylvia hadn't responded yet and it was beginning to look bleak.
"Should we take her to the hospital?" John asked and Tom shook his head.
"No, I think it's just a concussion, nothing a little bit of sleep won't cure. I've got to go, it's about that time." Tom left the kitchen and Polly rolled her eyes at the man.
She brought her hand up to her mouth and chewed on her thumbnail, "What's wrong, aunt Pol?"
Polly turned toward John, eyes somber. "He's blaming himself, I can see it. Winifred said they were fighting when she walked out... Thomas said some horrible things, apparently. But honestly, it'll do him good to feel guilty about something he's actually had a hand in for once."
Sylvia woke up with a start, gasping loudly and slowly. She looked around in confusion, recognizing the room gradually before catching her breath. It was Tom's room, that wasn't the only thing that confused her, the fact that she was inside the Shelby home alone made her question her memory.
She remembered walking home and going to sleep. How she got to the Shelby home was beyond her. Sylvia got off the bed, looked around the small room. Various knickknacks littered the space, giving it a cozy feeling. Sylvia hasn't seen much of his room since she's come home and now she has an opportunity to see how he's made the room his own.
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Fanfiction𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄 | ❝ I'm with the Shelby's, you lot are always in trouble. ❞ ━ IN WHICH Sylvette Taylor returns home after nearly twenty years to find a shell in place of her best friend. Or, alternatively, Sylvette Taylor pays the p...