Sky moved in and out of consciousness. Mystic stayed with her the whole time. She gave her herbs and fed her the soup that Patricia made for her. Reagan came in and out of the room. He was losing his patience with the passing of days and she was still not well. But Mystic told her to take her time.
“There is no rush,” she said wiping her face with a wet cloth and dropping a soothing solution into her eyes. Sky sighed grateful for her care. She was grateful that she was even there with her. She had no one now. That thought brought so much pain to her heart. It made her not want to live. She lay there wishing for everything to come to an end. But Mystic was bringing her to life slowly. And because of her, she wanted to live too. She fought the comatose state her body has fallen into though
