(Post Miscarriage)
It had been seven days since the three McConns lost the little baby. For Kiara It was living nightmare she didn’t want to wake up to.. she would sleep for days on end wake up, for a moment or two remember the events of what happened and then simply drift back to sleep again.. She could barely comprehend anyone around her during those moments. Voices calling her name, warm or cold hands sometimes toughing her hand or face. Healers came and went unsure why the headmistress was fading in and out. Any potion given or spell cast had no effect, most concluded she would come out of it on her own like it was simply bug that would go away. That she was in such a deep state of shock over the death of the baby she put all of herself into avoiding facing it. Perhaps they were right, however everyone knew they were only guessing and it all depended on Kiara being ready to face what happened and none of them were certain when or if that would happen.
Kiara felt safe in her dream world, she was warm and healthy still carrying the little baby within her and everything was perfect. She would almost manage to convince herself that her dream was real and the Miscarriage was nothing but a nightmare…
“Nothing but a cruel nightmare..” she would mutter to herself before going back to sleep.
On the Seventh day, in the evening just after dinner time Kiara stirred only slightly and slowly opened her eyes. She had a muggle oxygen mask on her face, she heard the sound of the fire in the fireplace and the cold wind of a incoming snow storm outside the window. She had one of her hands felt her stomach it was empty of the life she once held in it… then it started again. Her eyes filled with tears and she closed them again feeling the almost unbearable fatigue overcome her..
Once again Kiara let herself slip back into the dream world… Her world…