While last week was the week of the sleep study, this week has been the week of appointments. Baby boy has had a visit to the eye doctor, two visits to occupational therapy, and I think we’re supposed to go in to see his GI doc at the end of the week too.

It’s made it hard to find time to write, but I’ve enjoyed spending so much time with my son. He’s currently bouncing away in his jumper, happy as happy can be.

Despite all the running around, I did figure out how to start the beginning to the Between Two Worlds rewrite that will someday lead into the snippets I’ve been sharing. Now, instead of taking place at a gather, it takes place at in a throne room and there’s mention of a prophecy.

I find it funny that I keep telling myself, no I will not work on this project! I have other things to do like Descendants! But any time I sit down to write, it’s the first thing that pops into my head. There’s no escaping it!

I guess I might as well embrace it…

Anywho, for todays WIPpet snippet, we return again to the story of Gareth, Norah, and Marcus. When last we saw them, Gareth had just rescued Norah – or has he? Since today is the 25th of March, here are 25 paragraphs.

The first time she came to, she found herself laying on the couch in Mud’s living room. She glanced around with bleary eyes, taking in the artwork that hung on the walls, and the little figurines that sat on the shelves and around the TV. Clearly, he had finally given in and had allowed her eccentric Aunt Bliss to decorate a little.

She could hear them talking in the kitchen, discussing everything that had happened and making plans about what to do next.

“I don’t want her to leave.” Her Aunt Bliss said. “That girl has had a tough time and I want her to stay where I can take care of her.”

“It’s not safe for her or for him.” Gareth sounded exhausted. Clearly the battle at the hospital had exhausted him. “That was just the first assassination attempt. There will be others.”

“We can protect them. I have a shotgun in the closet that’s loaded with silver bullets.”

Mud snorted. “It’s not just that though – the police are looking for them, love.”

“Then we’ll take them to the cabin.”

“Mom?”

Norah looked up to find Marcus standing by the couch and watching her. She had been so focused on trying to eavesdrop that she hadn’t even heard him come up behind her. She smiled at him. “Hey kiddo.”

“You don’t look so good.”

“I don’t feel so good either.” She admitted.

Aunt Bliss peeked around through the doorway separating the living room from the kitchen. “She’s awake.”

“Hey.” Gareth knelt by her side. He was wearing one of Mud’s old faire shirts and doublets. The color, an odd greenish brown, like a stagnate pond, didn’t suite him – actually, it didn’t suit anyone, even its original owner – but even so he was the best thing Norah had seen in months.

“I should slap you after what you did.” She said, pretending to still be peeved about how he had put a spell on her at the hospital.

“You should, but you won’t.”

“When I have more energy I will.”

He smiled, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes. “I look forward to it.” He slid an arm under her shoulders and helped her sit up a little so she could sip at the mug he had brought her. “Here.”

“That better not be some sort of potion to knock me out again.”

“No, no potion. Just tea.”

The hot liquid spilled down her throat, warming her from head to toe. Despite Gareth’s admonishments to go slow, she clutched at the cup and gulped it down until it was empty. As soon as she was done, she collapsed back against the couch. “Funny how something so simple can be so exhausting.”

“Well, you’ve been through a lot, dear.” Her Aunt had pulled Marcus against her side, and was hugging him tightly. “Close your eyes. Get some rest.”

Norah sighed. She wanted to stay awake. She had so many questions to ask. Plus, she wasn’t happy that they were planning her future without her input, but the desire to sleep was overwhelming, and she found she couldn’t keep her eyes open no matter what she did.

As she drifted off she heard Marcus ask, “Is she going to be all right?”

“Yes.” Gareth promised. “But it’s going to take some time. We need to take her home, so she can be taken care of properly.”

“Home? To your world?”

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