Keefe turned and his ice blue eyes slowly opened. They felt crusty, like they were not used to doing such hard work. Keefe's heart pounded a little faster as he forced them to open and focus on his surroundings.
What Sophie had told him could hardly be true. He couldn't have been sleeping for three whole years.
He recognised the place as the Healing Center, though Elwin had changed some things while he was sleeping. For instance, the yellow printed wall had faded quite a bit.
Keefe frowned and attempted to raise his hand to his head, but it felt like he was lifting an entire buliding. His hand felt like putty. Limp, useless putty.
A tall, handsome man walked into the room and stopped short when he caught sight of Keefe. His vibrant eyes scanned Keefe and after a moment's hesitation, he ran over to Keefe's side.
"Keefe," he breathed, his deep voice sounding eerily familiar.
Keefe stared at the young man's worried teal eyes. There was only family who had that particular vibrant shade.
"Fitz?" he whispered hesitantly, his voice gravelly with disuse. He shook his head in irritation, biting his lip hard.
"Yes?" The man replied
absentmindedly, as if his mind was on other matters.
"Exactly how long have I been asleep?"
"Well..." Fitz trailed off, suddenly finding the window very interesting.
"Tell me," Keefe said, his voice firm. "I'm not afraid."
"It's been just over three years," Fitz whispered, his eyes watching Keefe's reaction carefully. No. No, no, no.
Three years. Keefe couldn't believe it. It had seemed only like a normal night to him. Sleep was deceitful little liar.
"Three years," he muttered. Three years of his life that he had missed. That meant Sophie was eighteen...
And he... He was nineteen. Stars, no. He managed to run a hand through his hair, hardly even noticing the crusty state it would have never have gotten in if he were awake.
He stared up at Fitz, taking in every little detail of the young adult who stood before him, still shaking his head in disbelief.
"Keefe," Fitz said, touching Keefe's shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"So," Keefe said, attempting a smile, "how is everyone?"
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Foster | sokeefe
Fanfic*discontinued Keefe has been in a coma for three years. Nothing anybody tried would wake him up. But just when everyone had given up hope, his ice blue eyes fluttered open. Now, Keefe Sencen must try to find his way in a world that he had involun...
