Tightrope

Coma, she wasn't even sure she understood what a coma even was, but the stuff about the veil and mages dying struck a chord. Flashes of worried parents hovering over her, being too sick to stand up, but trying to remember what people had said was a haze. Was her memory effected by the coma, was that why she felt different and couldn't remember why. The dreams she'd had trickled in to her conscious memory, no that can't be, he can't be dead. She grew up, he was there, her father was there.

She pushed her mother's hand away.

I don't even know what that is, it doesn't make sense, dad was alive, you guys raised me, I grew up. I don't understand how he's not here now, he just was, before I woke up he was here. Her coma brain had spun such lovely tales for her, a happy family, picture perfect. A father alive and well, the truth was a hard pill to swallow and she just wasn't accepting the cold hard facts. To her thirteen years had passed and she'd been awake for all of it, now her mother was telling her that she'd been in a coma, how could that be.