My eyes spy my Journal on the floor. Before I decided to sleep, I had destroyed it. It is a mess of wires, sparks, and metal.

I am still lying in bed (as I have been for almost half a month). I have not moved an inch for at least a week now, only my eyes occasionally fluttering open. The last time I opened my eyes, Atlantica was smiling there, half bald, and holding a tuba. I was sure this was a hallucination. I have grown used to them now. I then heard her playing said tuba. I just kept my eyes shut. I had learned if I just ignore the hallucinations, they will go away on their own. But, strangely, I also heard Pacifica say "Quiet down, Atlantica! you're being extremely rude!" And I heard her just giggle and say "Okie-TokiDoki! I'll just give Scilphy a cupcake!" She set it down beside my bed, and I heard her say "Why're you pouting over there, Morris-The-Worris? C'mon! Quit being a sad sack like Pacifica!" Then I think I heard Pacifica say something, and then heard Atlantica giggle, and drag the tuba out the door.

My stomach growled.

My eyes shifted to the cupcake... I could have a piece, just one tiny bite-

No.

I need to stay still. Jessica can't get up, now can she? She wouldn't do that. If Jessica could wake up, she'd STAY awake.

Jessica is strong. You are weak.

I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing back the tears. No. She isn't gone, I thought. Jessica isn't gone. She still here, and she still likes me. She still wants to be with me, but she just can't. If Jessica were awake, she would come straight to me and want to stay my friend forever. Because Jessica still likes me.

I chant that in my head, more and more, until it has no meaning. It's just a slur of sounds that used to represent something, but is now just a pointless noise.

She still likes me.

She still likes me.

She still likes me...

Right?

It was my eyes...that was the problem. They were glued shut. As I struggled to wiggle my fingers in order to pry my eyelids open I heard the soft whimpers of a girl in the darkness. My ears strained to listen closely while I tried with no avail to move towards the sound.

Now that I realize it...where am I? Why can I not move?

Panic starts to swell inside my chest as my body seems to be a totally different entity disconnected from my soul.

Crying...crying...

She is crying...

No! No! What is the matter? I must help her.

I felt something sharp ripe through the emptiness I think is located where my mouth is. This stinging pain...I think I bit my tongue.

I grasped that pain with my mental hands and pulled on it making it stronger. I reached out my mental hands and started to draw a picture of myself. With the stroke of my fingers I saw me..
Laying lifelessly somewhere unknown.

Wake up...wake up...WAKE UP!

My eyelids seemed to become unbound, the glue melting from the pain spread like fire across my whole body.

My mouth opened and a hoarse voice shouted with all its might...

"Scilph!"

I looked around wildly. The glare of light causing my eyes to squint like a newborn baby. I felt my body ache everywhere, the pain a soft throbbing as blood dribbled down my lips across my chin

I yearned to spot her. Her beautiful pale figure with the almost transparent skin. The softness of her eyes whenever she took care of the box. I wanted to hear her shy giggles when Morris had spoken to her.

I heard her crying, where was she.

Then I saw her. She was lying in a heap on the ground. Laying a hand on her forehead I realized she was asleep, dry tears lingering upon her cheeks.

She looked sickly yet like a frail rose after a harsh month of winter.

I pushed my body to move robotically trying to make sense of what has happened.

"Scilph" I whispered my voice unnatural and strange sounding. I try shaking her with my number fingers.

"Are you okay? Please don't cry..." I notice the box huddled darker then usual at her feet. Nova was already weaving mad between my legs trying to receive affection.

I need to know what happened...

"Scilph! Please wake up?"

My eyes opened wildly. They darted around, seeking the one who called out to me. Seeking the familiar voice that I had yearned for, for days and weeks and months.

Jessica. She has come back.

I moved my arm. For the first time in weeks, I moved my arm and lifted the covers as fast as I could. Pain shot through my fingers to my elbow to my shoulder as I threw it over my bed, and I moved my legs to stand. Lights danced in front of my eyes, and I felt more searing and burning in my joints, but I didn't care. She was back. She was back.

She had come back. She had come back for me.

I was standing. It felt like my legs couldn't support my body. I immediately took a step, then fell, hitting my head on the hard wood floor. I let out a pained screech as I felt the impact, but got up again. Morris rushed into the room with his Journal in hand. I could see the [RECORD] light on. He almost shrieked, but them covered his mouth.

I sauntered to the door slowly. My pale, fragile fingers couldn't grip the handle. I said in a raspy voice, "Morris... help..."

{Sc-SCILPH! What is going on?! Wh-what happened?!}

I wheezed and coughed. I didn't have time to explain. Like a madwoman, I banged and yanked and pushed on the door. It suddenly flung open, and I was out in the hall. Eralonia was just walking back, when she saw me and her cat eyes widened.

~Oh.. oh my goodness.~

I wasn't surprised or shocked. I just needed to get to Jessica. I went down the hallway as fast as I could go. Many students saw me, and gasped or screamed. Either they knew I was forcing myself into a coma and is now up, or it was my appearance. I am sure I looked awful. I felt awful as well, my limbs still screaming in pain.

I was close. I was so close to her dorm. Again with the door handle, I hit and yelled until it swung open.

I saw the beautiful figure clothed in a pink nightgown, with a galaxy-cat at her feet. The sight of her made joyous tears slip down my cheeks, and smile widely.

Jessica.