Chapter Four: Awakening
My first sensation was a gentle touch to my fingers.
Then, the perfume of crushed lilac and vanilla.
That was when I finally knew Mira was there.
I understood that something bad had happened. I was injured. I kept my eyes closed, afraid of what I’d find if I opened them. Would the scent be a hallucination? Would the gentle caresses all be just a dream? Just like the silvery touch of a ghost spirit.
I know something had happened, but I’m not sure what.
“Open your eyes, sweetie,” she whispered gently into my ear, “I’m here to catch you….I promise.”
I cracked an eye open, to behold a white room. All I saw was white. I shut my eye again; afraid of what was going to happen if I opened them.
“Open your eyes, Dommy,” she whispered again.
I did so, and beheld an angelic face. Her soft dark curls framed her face, her light brown eyes wide with relief, hinged with worry. “There, there, I’m here now,” Mira said.
“Mira,” I asked, looking at her, “w-what happened?” I sat up slowly, without any pain. I looked around the room. Everything was white, the cabinets, the sheets, the furniture. The place spelled of antibiotics and chemicals. Dommy crinkled her nose.
Mira laughed, seeing Dommy’s nose, “Later. Right now, there’s someone who has been begging to see you ever since he found out you were hurt,” Mira said to Dommy, “Grub! Get in here!” She yelled at the door.
Immediately, the force of a small miniature tornado burst open the door, almost smashing it to pieces. Grub Kelp rushed to Domvoia’s side, and immediately leaned down, giving her a chaste kiss that conveyed all his worry and love and hope into the short sweet moment. He broke the kiss, saying nothing. He had bags under his eyes and looked exhausted. Dommy blushed at his attentions.
Mira snickered slightly at Grub, knowing he would ignore her jibe. Dommy threw Mira a look, whose face was no longer looking so angelic. And that was how it should be, Dom thought. Mira rose from her chair slowly. “I’ll take my leave now. Grub, if her condition changes in any way, run and get me, or I will tear your throat out,” Mira then left, whistling.
Domvoia shook her head, typical Mira. She was still confused about the silvery presence in her mind. She felt traces of foreign energies all throughout her mind. She wondered what it was, and longed to tell Grub, but instinct told her to keep that information to herself. She instead settled for asking Grub how he and Trouble were doing. She wondered how she had gotten here. Grub was nice company, but she needed answers. Grub glanced at the monitors, concerned.
“What?” Dom asked, following his gaze. He just shrugged.
“You know what Captain Kelp said. I have to look out for you, though that’s not the only reason I’m doing it,” Grub said as Mira opened the door quietly. She glanced at the monitors herself, and then closed the door.
“Grub…I think I’m fine now. I want to go home. I need to ask questions, I have no idea where Fowlie is, and I can’t remember anything,” Domvoia said worriedly.
Grub nodded and left the chair, going outside to ask Mira about Domvoia’s request.
Mira stood outside, munching on a random banana. “Is she alright?” She asked, shoving the banana to one side of her mouth repeatedly. Bananas were one of Mira’s favorite things to eat, that is, apart from peppermint cake.
“She’s fine!” Grub said, before he could get yelled at, “She wants to go home now.”
“WHAT? NO,” Mira yelled, waving her banana in the air manically, “Are you crazy? Why does she want to go home so bad?” Mira asked, rolling her eyes at the suggestion, and took another bite of her delicious banana. She sighed. “No, no, no, no, NO! If you want to argue, I’ll be happy to get Letta,” she threatened.
Grub gulped, Letta was Mira’s Rider sword, and she was VERY lethal with it. “It’s fine! I don’t mind! I wasn’t even arguing!” He dashed back to Domvoia and cried, “Your sister is threatening me!”
“Mira…” Dom muttered. Mira popped her head back in.
“Yes?” Mira said, grinning.
“Please don’t threaten Grub.” Dom said shaking her head.
Mira rolled her eyes. “All right,” and she shut the door.
“Mir mir,” Dom yelled, “I need to talk to you!”
Mira popped her head in again. “Yeah?” She was grinning brightly.
“What happened back there?” Dom asked looking at her seriously.
The grin faded, replaced by a concerned frown. “Forge…. Forge went insane. Trouble had to sedate her. You were in a coma for three days and in surgery for seventeen hours. But, you wouldn’t wake up. Rhunön had to step in and heal you. She is Fowlie’s new personality, not as bad as the others, but sadder, quieter… darker.” Mira explained hesitantly. She sighed one last time, again. “Should I try and get Fowlie? Her body at least….”
“Oh…” Dom said a little bit later. It was hard for her to process all this information, “is that what the silvery wisps are?”
“Silvery wisps!” Mira cried, alarm spreading over her face “ARGON! I need to speak with you!”
Dom went slightly pale at Mira’s reaction. Mira raced out, her footsteps receding quickly down the hall. “Argon,” She yelled again, and he poked his head out of a room. She slid to a stop.
“Hmm?” said the doctor lazily.
“It’s Dommy! Come with me, now!” She yelled, putting a hand on Letta. She immediately pulled out her earpiece, plugged it into her ear and began barking instructions to Foaly, “Get me Artemis Fowl here, and bring FowlStar to the hospital. Make sure she’s surrounded by guards”
Grub was thoroughly confused. What was wrong with Mira? He sighed. “Dom?” He asked.
“Yeah?” Domvoia answered looking at him, concerned.
“What’s with Mira?” He asked, tugging his feet up on the stool.
“I have no idea, really.” Dommy answered. “And I doubt I ever will,” she said resignedly. Dom put her knees to her chin and closed her eyes.
Mira burst into the room. “Grub, no offense, get the hell out.” She yelled. She wouldn’t let some lovesick puppy get in the way of caring for her little sister.
Domvoia opened her eyes and looked at Mira with a raised eyebrow. “Seriously Mira?” she said, annoyed.
“Shut up,” she yelled, “Grub, get out now!”
“Mira, please calm down,” Domvoia said trying to remain calm.
Mira rolled her eyes. “The silvery wisps? Not sure what it is, but it’s bad. It’s going to get quite crowded in here soon, so Grub? If you please, get your butt out of here.” She said, pointing to the door.
Dom bit her lip and looked at Grub with a look on her face pleading for him to do whatever she said. He nodded, and got up, looking at Mira’s hand, which as usual, was straying to the hilt of Letta.
Domvoia sighed as she mentally prepared herself to be poked and prodded once more.
*Thank you to Domvoia and Mira Kelp for co-writing this chapter.