Looks like I’m going to have to re-post all of this… lucky I had it backed up on my PC, eh? Twice, of course
Here we go, continuing on from where part 1 left off, with Sarah on a slight road to hell…
Jules rolled over in bed, hoping that whoever it was who was ringing her doorbell would give up and go away. Leave me alone… She thought, self-pityingly. However, despite Jules’s best efforts, the annoying person simply wouldn’t go away. Giving in, Jules got out of bed and, clad in nothing more than a nightdress, opened the door to find a panicked-looking Alec standing there.
“Alec,” Jules began, tiredly, “it’s half past five in the morning. What the hell are you doing?”
“You’ve got to come quickly,” Alec said, rushing his words slightly, “its Sarah. There’s been an… incident.” Jules eyes widened, and she quickly got dressed before following Alec down to the infirmary, not knowing what state she would find her beloved sister in…
Meanwhile, in another room in the infirmary, Selphie and Irvine were laid, asleep, on a couch next to where their son laid, still unconscious. Suddenly, Selphie yawned, and opened her eyes. She unwrapped herself from her husband’s strong arms and sat up on the sofa, staring at her still-unconscious son. Then suddenly, as if by magic, Connor began to stir, rolling his head from side to side. Selphie gasped.
“Irvy!” She whispered, excitedly, shaking her still-slumbering husband. “Irvy! Wake up!” As Irvine slowly began to wake, Selphie jumped off the couch and ran to Connor’s bedside, watching as he finally regained full consciousness. Selphie grinned, and almost jumped for joy as Connor returned her grin.
“Good morning, mom,” the young man said groggily, before Selphie temporarily left his field of vision, only to return seconds later, dragging a still-sleepy Irvine with her. She quickly sat Irvine down in a nearby chair, before hugging her son tightly.
“Oh, Connor!” She exclaimed, as the young man grimaced slightly.
“Mom?” Connor asked, urgently, “Ribs?”
“What?” Selphie said, before realising, and laying her son back down on the bed sheets. “Oops,” she giggled, “sorry!” Connor simply smiled, and leaned back onto his pillow, but leaned forward again as Irvine stepped forward and gave his son a manly hug.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, son,” Irvine said, barely holding back tears of joy.
“I’m glad to be back, dad,” Connor replied, before adopting a more serious expression. “How are Sarah and Zell?” He asked urgently. Selphie and Irvine looked at each other worriedly for a second.
“What?” Connor asked urgently, trying to sit up. “What’s happened?” Selphie walked over to Connor, and gently eased him back onto his pillow, while Irvine answered his question.
“Zell’s fine, son,” The tall sniper replied, before replacing the smile on his face with a more serious expression. “Sarah, on the other hand, isn’t so well.”
“What’s wrong?” Connor asked, desperately trying to suppress the worried tone in his voice. Irvine took a deep breath, and prepared to tell Connor the bad news he’d been told by the nurses a couple of hours earlier.
“It seems,” Irvine answered, “that her powers have escalated out of control.” Irvine then averted his eyes from his son’s gaze. “She’s being treated in the white wing right now.”
“The white wing?” Connor whispered in reply. “But they only use that for-“ Irvine sadly nodded, confirming his son’s fears.
“The criminally insane,” Irvine whispered. Connor’s face fell, and even another hug from his mother wasn’t going to set his mind at ease. Then, he took a deep breath.
“She’s gonna be fine,” Connor stated, defiantly. “She’s my friend, she’s gonna get better.”
“Son,” Irvine said, seriously, “she’s very unwell right now. The doctors say there’s very little chance of her ever recovering.” However, Connor simply shook his head in defiance.
“No,” he replied, smiling confidently. “She’s gonna get better. I know it.” Selphie looked at Irvine, then hugged Connor again, all the while wearing a concerned expression on her face. Connor was supremely confident virtually all of the time, but he could also, at times, be the most stubborn person in the world… Nonetheless, Selphie prayed that Connor would be right…
Jules followed the nurse down through the Infirmary’s “White Wing”, and although the nurse had been talking to her for several minutes, Jules had not heard a word she had said. The White Wing? Jules thought to herself, in a state of pure shock. No, there has to be some kind of mistake. Surely, some kind of mistake…
“…And when we found her,” the nurse continued, “she was lying in front of the directory, wearing only her nightgown. She was twitching almost uncontrollably, and wasn’t even remotely coherent. Kept mumbling something about ‘Time Compressor’, or something along those lines, anyway. Her pupils were also fully dilated, and her pulse was up to almost 150 beats per minute.” Jules merely grunted in reply, having not heard.
“This is the door, ma’am,” the nurse said, as they arrived at the padded cell. “We’ve thrown up as many anti-magic barriers as we could, but she could still potentially be very dangerous.” Jules nodded, having caught the final part of the nurse’s monologue.
“Open the door,” the eighteen year-old SeeD ordered, before bracing herself. However, an audible gasp still escaped her lips when she saw the condition of her beloved sister…
Sarah was hunched up against the wall, gripping onto it tightly, and she had an almost psychotic look in her usually sparkling brown eyes. Her mouth was twisted into an angry frown-come-pout, which struck Jules as being very similar to the one her mother wore before she hit Jules with a thundaga spell the previous day. What was most worrying for Jules, though, was that the frown, and the psychotic-looking eyes were staring straight into Jules’s. Before Sarah’s gaze caused Jules to break down, the nurse stepped between the two sisters, and approached Sarah, hypodermic in hand.