12/16/17

Stressed and concussed

I woke up in bed, Mal sat at my bedside reading one of my books. August floated above me.

“Willow read my card already this morning. I got the Ace of Wands again. Reversed, like always. “She thinks it points to stagnation on my part due to lack of focus.”

“August, please. Can we talk about it later?” I looked over to Mal, who glared at August.

“Well you see-“ August started to say, then a single gesture from Mal pushed him from the room.

“Can you teach me how to do that?” I tried to sit up, but Mal put a hand on my shoulder.

“You hit your head when you fell. You need to rest.”

“What happened? Is she gone?” My head felt like balloon constructed entirely of nerve tissue.

“For now. She’ll need time to build up the strength to attack you again. Willow and I will stay for a few more days, until you’re feeling better, and then we’ll have to leave. I’m sorry.” He brushed a hand along my cheek. “You’re a great writer, by the way.”

I meant to say something, but I guess I passed out again.