Myranda didn't know how long she had been there, but she did know that she passed out at some point.
"Myranda..." she heard a familiar voice that called her name with worry.
'Metas?' She hoped, unable to speak as the cloud of fatigue hung over her heavily.
She couldn't even see anything properly - it was nothing but a blur of night, fire, and blurred movements. Myranda didn't even notice the pressure lessen once the trap was removed from her ankle, or the familiarity of weightlessness when someone picked her up. All she could process was how badly she wanted to apologize to Metas, and how much she hoped it was him who carried her somewhere.
"Myri..." she heard again, and tried to place the voice. It wasn't Metas...but she knew it.
"Myri, wake up" another acquainted voice added from her other side.
Was she surrounded by loved ones, or had she died?
"It's no good, are you sure you can't talk---" the words blurred in and out of her mind as she tried to process them, but her brain garbled them into nothing.
It was almost like she floated in a thick soup, lost in the hot steam.
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The next time she woke, she smelled the sweet scent of baked goods waft into her nose. This time, she felt lucid enough to process that she was in her bed, and someone had baked on her behalf.
It had to be one of her siblings, there was no one else who knew how to bake as well as their family had, and from the scent of things it was definitely one of her family's recipes - in fact, it was her favorite thing to make and eat - Cream Cakes.
The vanilla and sugar intoxicated her senses, and it helped her sit up like it pulled her on puppet strings. If she had the ability, she'd probably float to the source in the kitchen, but instead she attempted to stand.
It was a terrible decision.
The instant her left ankle tried to take her weight, an electric shock shot up through her leg and hip, and like before, she howled out in pain.
"She's awake! Myri, don't move," her sister warned her far too late.
It was a bit of a commotion as the sound of chairs moved across the floor, and steps of feet headed towards her location.
Her heart sank when she saw just her brother and sister walk into the bedroom she occupied. "What happened? How did I get here?"
"Oh Myranda, you were missing for a while and we all went out to look for you. Silas found you and brought you back home on his back. He saved your life. He smelled your blood and was able to find you trapped in that horrible contraption. They aren't sure who put it there, but it was meant to hurt a werewolf," Syrana explained in an attempt to comfort her, and took a seat next to. She rubbed her back up and down gingerly while she teared up.
"You uh.... you talked a lot in your sleep, you know" Jyriah revealed with a grin.
"I did? What did I say?" She prompted with fear as she moved strands of black and white out of face.
"Did you...say something to Prince Metas?" Syrana started uneasily.
'Oh no...did he say something? Did I say something?' Myranda wondered in shock as her cheeks started to light up already.
"I...I may have messed up?" Myranda replied with a frown.
"Yeah, we figured. You kept mumbling about telling Metas you were sorry," Jyriah revealed, and took a seat on the other side of her and put his arm around her back, too.
"What happened?" He questioned to follow up his statement.
"I...told him... he was nothing to me, but I didn't mean it like that..." Myranda answered hurriedly, and groaned as she once more realized what she had done and said all over again.
"I hurt him, and I just want to tell him I am sorry..." she added with remorse.
Her siblings shared shocked and concerned glances over Myranda's hunched back, as she pressed her face into her hands.
"Please tell me you didn't actually say that," Syrana let out with a shocked gasp.
"I...I didn't mean it. I just... I just don't want to get hurt, and I went too far," Myranda lamented.
"Oh no, Myranda - no..." Jyriah uttered with pain. "Why would you do that? You rejected him..."
"I didn't mean to! I didn't!" Myranda sobbed out hopelessly.
If only she hadn't been so proud, she wouldn't be in this situation at all. The last thing Myranda had wanted to do was to reject her mate, and more than that - she honestly didn't mean to hurt Metas, and she hadn't wanted to. She had just wanted to make sure he wasn't fake.
Well, he hadn't been fake - but she sure had.
She had finally been gifted someone to spend her time with, someone who she very much liked, but didn't want to admit it. Now, she'd give anything to be able to tell him, 'I accept you'.
She full-on cried now that her siblings reactions weighed on her shoulders.
"I need to see him. I need to tell him I was just being horrible. I need to go right now, what time is it?" Myranda asked one question after the other in haste.
"Woah there, little pup - calm down. You can't go anywhere right now. Your ankle is shattered, and it's going to take a lot of time to heal," Jyriah informed her and then attempted to pull her into his grasp.
"You don't understand, I can't just let it go...I can't let him go," Myranda sobbed helplessly. "What have I done?"
"Can you ask Silas to tell him for me? Please?" She plead towards her sister.
"...I already did..... Myri, you've been out for three days. He told me that the Prince doesn't wish to see you again, and he has no intention of accepting your apology," Syrana revealed with a shattered voice that she couldn't help but break as she cried with her sister and started to shudder just as Myranda did.
"No! No.... no...." the youngest of the siblings repeated over and over again.
"We're here for you, Myra. You'll always have us," Jyriah offered in hopes it would give her some support - but it only made her feel worse.
All she wanted to do now was drown herself in a lake of quicksilver, or walk into the demon or vampire's realm and shout 'free dinner!'. If she were eaten alive and torn limb by limb at this very moment, she'd accept the punishment as though it were well deserved, and then die with the thought that at least she'd never be around to hurt anyone again, or be the burden she was to her siblings.