It had been yet another long and unproductive day. There had been no change in Melodie's vitals, she was still on a ventilator and had various machines and drips connected to her pale and lifeless body. Her auburn hair was spread across the starch white pillow, fanning out from the bandages on her head it almost looked like a halo. A fallen angel was what Melodie was. And she had fallen hard. Her crumpled body lay still in the bed, she was sedated for now, in hopes that it would prevent another outburst from taking place. For the first time since she had been admitted to St Mungo's Izaak had left Melodie's side, Abathyn had demanded he leave, have a coffee and a shower, get away from the place. Melodie's head moved slightly as he left, she mumbled slightly and her eyes began to open, her hand feeling the cool breeze now that Izaak's hand wasn't clutching it so desperately anymore. What had happened to Melodie had almost killed her, had left her relying on machines to keep her breathing and functioning. Melodie didn't fully understand or remember anything that had happened, but all night she had listened to Izaak's mumbles of what he was going to do if he ever found who was responsible.
Barely a minute after Izaak had left, two more visitors arrived to see the broken soul. They entered quietly and Melodie saw them out of the corner of her eye. She was too tired to call out or make a scene, the sedatives were already taking effect. Mumbling again, Melodie looked up at the small blonde girl who had latched onto her, and seemed to be saying her name. Melodie tried to move her arm, but the girl clung to her as if it was the last time she was going to see her. Melodie blinked her eyes, and looked over at Abathyn, the woman she had seen before, but didn't recognise at all. Her head ached from the blows it had taken the night before, and there was a faint sight of blood underneath the bandages wrapped around her frail head. Melodie reached her stick like arm up to her face and let her bruised finger gently touch a large scar across her cheek. It had been stitched up but still bled ever so slightly at her touch. "Ouch" she said looking at the small blonde girl.
Who was this? It was so confusing for Melodie, so many people had come in that past day to greive over her, yet she didn't have a clue who any of them were. It frustrated her beyond belief and usually resulted in her causng another scene with one of her outbursts. She couldn't control them and once it had happened she couldn't remember what she had done, said, or who she had hurt. Many people who came to visit her said nothing, they simply sat in the cold room and cried for hours. That was the most awkward for Melodie, her speech had been seriously limited, at the moment the young woman could barely say two words together, let alone string a coherent sentance together. Melodie coughed lightly and looked at the strange girl once more "Who?" was all she managed to say, her throat dry and sore.
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