Sophie stood outside the Healing Centre, still debating whether to go in or not. It had been over three years for her, yet for Keefe, it must have felt like no time had passed at all.
She heard raised, angry voices. Seriously, Keefe had just woken up and was arguing already?
"Even if I'm right, it's not like it's a bad thing," a familiar crisp voice said, sounding slightly annoyed. "So you're a Polygot and an Empath? That–"
Sophie gasped and opened the door.
"You are?" She interrupted.
" 'Bout time you got here, Foster!" he called out, but he soon frowned and closed his eyes, wincing.
"Uh, you should probably step back, Sophie," Fitz warned, looking at Keede worriedly, "I think your emotions are too strong for him."
"No, they're not!" Keefe protested–but his voice sounded forced. He cleared his throat and started again. "Nothing's wrong. I swear, I'm fine."
"He keeps saying that," Fitz told her with a slight nod to his head, "but Keefe's been picking up all our emotions without even trying. And he's always been able to do that with you, so I think you're overwhelming him right now."
Sophie took a large step back, hoping that it would help.
"Okay, I'm done liking Captain Perfectpants," Ro announced.
"Uh, for the record, most of the emotions are coming from you, Fitzy," Keefe blurted, "you wouldn't happen to have some unresolved feelings for anyone in this room, would you?"
No one said anything for what seemed like an eternity.
Elwin coughed. "Well. I think maybe visiting hours should–"
"No," Keefe interrupted quickly, "it's okay. My senses just need to adjust. Plus I never took anything for the headache and nausea. I should have."
"Yes, you should," Elwin agreed, leaning in to whisper something to him. Whatever it was it made Keefe blush bright red.
Elwin continued giving Keefe elixirs including one that made his teeth stick together with the juice which Ro seemed to find amusing. Even after three years, Ro still loved planning torture methods–uh, pranks.
Sophie watched Keefe quietly in the hallway, struck by how crazily handsome he was. Even stuck in bed and pale from lack of exercise and sun, he still possessed a certain charm that would hold most girls captive if he shot them a brief glance.
"How are you feeling?" She asked from the doorway.
"You don't have to stay back, Foster," Keefe told her, running his fingers through his damp hair. "Seriously. I'm much better now. Right Elwin?"
Elwin didn't look convinced. He snapped his fingers, wrapping Keefe's head in a soft orange glow. "I'd prefer you to take another dose of headache medicine first."
"Bring it on," Keefe said, "just no more squelchberries, okay? Let's save those to sneak into Ro's dinner, so we can all have a few hours of silence."
"Um, excuse me, Berry Boy–I think you're forgetting that I have plenty of ways to make your life miserable, even with the doc's restrictions." Ro gave Sophie a look and Sophie just stared back in confusion. What was that supposed to mean?
"See, Foster? I'm all good. You don't have to keep hiding in the doorway.
Keefe shot her a smile–but it seemed forced.
Sophie's worry for him surged. How could she not worry when he had nearly died. When he had nearly gone–forever.
Keefe visibly winced and Sophie scrambled back and crashed into Sandor.
"It is my fault!" She exclaimed.
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Foster | sokeefe
ספרות חובבים*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...
