Two weeks ago we returned from that
horrible cruise. Sis was unconscious. Each day her face became paler, until it
was almost as white as snow. The colour faded from her lips and even her hair
seemed to have lost the will to be red.
Every hour Duck grew more anxious. He
told her stories of their travels and sometimes Sis would drink a bit of water,
but she wouldn’t open her eyes. Each
time that Duck went downstairs to get fresh water, I could hear him slamming
his fists against the wall from angriness.
I couldn’t take it any longer and travelled
to Stormwind for help. Found a lady who seemed familiar but I was not sure. She
offered to help, that was all that mattered to me.
From a distance I watched Saranel performing
her healing tasks. Freckles legs spastically kicked in the air, she coughed and
her fingers clenched onto the sheets. Her eyes still closed. I encouraged Duck
to keep talking to her. Sarenel said she couldn’t do more. Said that maybe this
was not enough.
It must have been in the middle of the
night. Duck and I were still sitting next to the bed when Sis suddenly opened
her eyes. Slowly she began to talk, I could barely make out the words. She
stared at me and said Sis…then: Birny. Birny? I urged her to look at Duck but
she shook her head as if she didn’t recognize him and continued to call out for
Birny. Whether he was safe…I glanced at Duck and decided to answer ‘yes’, he
was safe. But we don’t know any Bernies. Duck looked hurt.
I am downstairs now. Hopefully Sis will
recognize Duck tomorrow. Will this drama never end? The LBC is moving back to
Stormwind, I want to go back to our old life as well. Or I want a new life. One
without evil that turns gnommers into humans or sisters into unconsciousness. I
want one with many camera’s, photos, fashion, Beam-O-Ramas and neat stories. Is
that too much to ask? Oh, and no Hamfists. I want no Hamfists in it.
Speckles
