Zandell was usually a good flyer, a really good flyer. He was always practicing his flying, and he rarely ever made mistakes, and when he did they were never bad. At least, they weren't.. until this time. He must have been sad about everything that had happened, that was the only reason everyone saw for what happened. He'd crashed, horribly and he'd falled off of the broom. Someone had slowed his fall, but it had been hard enough for him to not be able to wake up.
Since then, he'd been in the Hospital Wing for almost two months now. St. Mungo's was the more comfortable choice, but someone wouldn't let him be taken there. He was slowly getting better though, his wounds had healed, but he wouldn't wake up. Something was keeping him from waking up. No one knew what it was though. Except Zandell of course.
"Why do you want to go back..? You want to go back to that girlfriend of yours? The one who now hates you because of something she doesn't understand..?"
"She doesn't hate me.. We've fixed everything.. She knows what happened. I love you.. and I just want to be with her. Let me go back to her.. please..."
There was a mental fight going on within him. Of a subconscious that wanted him to remain as he was. To never go back, from fear of Sarah hating him. No matter how hard he fought, Zandell knew it was useless to fight back anymore.. his inner self was too scared to fact the truth. Not that he knew what that truth was.
Zandell moved slightly, his hand twitching, gripping Sarah's hand a bit tighter. "Sar.. Sarah.." he called subconsciously, his eyes still closed. Zandell wanted to go back to her.. if only his subconscious would let him...