Why Not Us

Bailey's POV

Although the world went dark, he could still hear his mother's shriek echo through the hall and the feet scrambling around him. Bailey felt hands around his face and back, and then it was silent.

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He felt two fluffy warm things next to his right. He reached his hand out to one of them and it started squirming. He briskly registered them as Fabian and Florence. He opened his eyes slowly and saw a few warm flames of light coming from his desk. Before he could note anything else the door was creaking open.

"Bailey?" A familiar voice came, "Oh good you're awake now!"

He groaned as a yes to the figure he quickly was able to identify as Maisie.

"You're still here?" He said rasply, "What time is it?"

"Just about nine-thirty," She replied while walking to his bed with a bottle of meds and a glass of water.

He nodded in response and pushed himself to lean back on the headboard, careful to not hurt his head. He reached out for two of the pills and washed them down with the cold water. While he carefully patted the two fluff balls Maisie grabbed the soft blanket from the end of his bed to the couch next to the fireplace that apparently had also been lit.

"I'll sleep here tonight, I've got nothing to do tomorrow and your parents said it was alright" She quietly stated.

Bailey simply nodded in response and curled back under his blankets.

"Did Tanner come to check on me?" Bailey asked.

"I saw him in the hall shortly after you were taken back here," She answered.

He simply made an 'oh' sound.

"Don't worry," Maisie stated, "I told him you'd be alright after some rest,"

Bailey quietly thanked her and felt comforted that Tanner knew he would be alright after a few days.

After a few minutes, the flames had all been put out and now they both lay in silence.

"Will they put the portrait back?" He whispered.

"I hope so," Maisie softly replied.