Dancing Queen| Tanya X Donna

~•Next time, maybe?•~

|Donna's POV|
One of the things I should be able to say was that it was rather calm and quiet in the hospital, but that wasn't the truth, as much as I wished fervently that it was, but, as it was, I was hearing noises during the night, like rattling, and most recently, a voice—one that sounded frightfully familiar, and I was almost sure that I knew who was trying to communicate with me, but I ignored it when the nurses came in, thinking it was my dreams being plauged, or, worst of all, just the wind making sounds carry on at night, though, somehow, I found that impossible to believe, as shivers frequently ran down my spine, making me think this hospital, though it was rather new and decently operated, was haunted, or part of something more grim than I dared to imagine, but I dismissed it. The nurses were being awfully nice to me, giving me my meals, telling me how much they hoped I'd get better, and all the nurse stuff that people are quite used to, and comfortable with them saying, so I shook my thoughts out of my brain, and enjoyed the next few days as they came, going quickly by and fading to nothing in what seemed like a matter of minutes, and the good thing about it all was that the nurses were convinced I'd be well enough to go into the gardens in the next few days, so I anxiously waited for that day, wishing fervently that it would come that fraction of a time sooner than it was already coming. With about a week in the hospital and the other weeks of being with Matron at the school on hand, the nurses wheeled my bed out into the gardens, smiling at how much of a conversation I could keep—apparently I was previously having difficulties with it, something I dared not to imagine as I felt the sun on my face, smelt the lovely newly bloomed flowers, and heard the birds chirping happily as ever. The nurses left me to my own devices for a bit, so I fell asleep for a while, and got up and out of bed for the first time in what had felt like an age, and it felt simply grand to have the sights and sounds all around me, like it had never been that way before, and I felt like I could sing, it was that grand. I smiled slightly as I slowly soaked up the sun in the middle of the gardens.

I heard whispering, or what sounded like it, which only strengthened my resolved to find out what was up with this strange hospital and its odd occurrences, the seemingly haunted wards, and the odd things that seemed to not happen in any other place in London, nowhere else but here. My hair was undone, a cascade of black strands falling down my back, soaking up the sun and overheating me for all they were worth, making me grin like anything as I spun around in a new world, a world overrun by flowers and their sweet, sun loved scents, as well as the beautiful sweet and endearing hum of the wind against the trees. I couldn't believe it. It felt simply glorious to be out there again, surrounding by birds and butterflies with the little buzzing bees pollinating the prized, brightly coloured flowers that overrun the pretty, formal gardens, and I laughed like I never had before as I took it all in, grinning like anything. It was grand, like a queen's garden was, but not as well aligned. But I soon collapsed on top of my bed, and not because I was exhausted, it was just the maximum amount of air that my body could take at the minute, and that was the cause of my body, sometimes it could just take in very small amounts of air.

Feeling content, I slept soundly in the middle of the gardens, warn because of the quilts on my body, as well as the sunshine sprinkling itself all over my body which wanted and nearly required it at the minute, as I grinned, my lively mind conjuring up many an imaginative dream and a beautiful world, all inside of my imagination, a world that not a single person can get into or find apart from me, something that nobody could take, sick or not, happy or not, mad or not, bisexual or not. I smiled softly to myself in my sleep, proud of what I had done with my illness and how I had come so close to conquering it and having it gone for a while, a while meaning a time that I had prayed would happen for quite   a while, a time period that I wished could last the rest of my life and never go away, so nothing could ever stop me again, nothing, not even someone who said that I was too sick to function. Maybe I'd get back to school before the end of term and then the term break, but there was also a chance that I wouldn't be, and I would have to stay away from Tanya for a little while longer, something that I prayed didn't have to happen at the minute—it couldn't possibly happen and it wouldn't, I knew, for I'd prevent it from even daring to think of happening, something I was okay with.

I woke up as the afternoon rolled round, and I heard soft noises, some that sounded like leaves rustling in the branches, and others sounding like someone was trying to talk to me, but I couldn't quite work out who—what person whom I knew would be so secretive over things this simple? I ignored it and went on with my time in the gardens, but my mind had had too much air and was getting fragile, so I got a dizzy spell and collapsed on my hospital bed, eyes shutting like a doll's before I woke up again, startled by rustling in the bushes. What was going on and why was it happening? Who was calling my name?

I looked up, startled, my eyes darting about the place as if something was up that my brain just refused to comprehend, and then I felt a pale arm suddenly grasp my arm, and before I realised what was going on, I had collapsed headlong into the floor.

"Donna!" I heard a voice.

"Tanya?" I whispered, surprised. What was she doing?

"No questions, but this is urgent. We need to get you back to the school fairly promptly," relented Tanya. "Someone's planning something frightful for you here and we need to get you back. The second former is paying us back for going to the head, assuming that we'd snuck on her or something. She is acting up, rather pi and is pretending to be frightfully ill to try and get to the hospital and harm you. You must get back to the school otherwise the consequences may be much worse and the stakes much higher than they already are."

I sobbed, but not because of the tale I'd been told just then. "Tanya, thank the Lord that you're here! I was frightfully lonely here and only had these kindly nurses to keep me company, and oh, this business is—" I kissed her on the lips. "Tanya, I have to tell you this. I'm... I'm.... I'm—"

The fire alarm rang, and Tanya and I ran from the hospital at top speed, seeing the hospital up in flames when we looked back.

A/N: the book is done! I'm sorry it was frightfully shorter than the previous. I just thought far too far ahead in the story and am also planning out a Lilith X Reader. ;) Stay peachy!