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Reggie sat on the edge of his sister’s bed, waiting for her to wake up. Well, it wasn’t exactly as though he had spent the entire time at her side, but it had been almost a full day now and she should be coming around soon—shouldn’t she? He had tried to reach her through the twin-bond, but had found only darkness. He asked Jet about it.
“She’s off in the dream world, Regg. She’s not in a place of conscious thought. You’ll have to wait until she crawls back out to our level of awareness—the storm elders had her going non-stop for close to three days. She needs this rest.”
It made Reggie feel better, but not much. He wanted to know that she was all right—and he needed to hear it from her.
He had almost jumped through the miniature Sithin tree in the Team Phoenix common area when Kyellin Nightfall had carried Ryssa in as unconscious as she was now. Aurelius had held him back and ushered the man carrying the limp body of his sister into the girls’ room to put her to bed.
They kept saying nothing was wrong with her. He looked down at the dark smudges under her eyes that had barely faded while she slept. Why wouldn’t she wake up? He was trying not to panic, especially since no one else seemed to be, but he couldn’t help but worry.
He sighed and got up from the bed and headed for the door.