Serene
The scariest thing about flying is not flapping your wings, or leaving the earth. Neither is it the sense of freedom after being caged for so long. It is knowing full well that at any time you could fall.
"Is she going to be okay?"
"Possibly...after that...then we'll...if she wakes up that's a good sign, but the hit to her head was...full examination...complete."
"What's complete?" Serene muttered. Opening her eyes, she was met with movement and the chatter of many females. She wiggled in her bed and blinked repeatedly, removing the last residue of sleep from her eyes.
"You didn't hear me say anything," muttered a voice she recognized as Cassandra's. Pages of the magazine she was reading flipped quickly beneath her thumb. Serene could tell by reading h
