Alexia is Hurt!

% should shawn come back now since you guys got it?

OOT: kay if you want to

% kay.

I come back to the infimary, my head trained to Alexias bed, my eyes focused on her pale face. I see Grace and Sabrena hunched over her. I rush over, and feel the power of their healing just in the vacinity. I summon what I have left, and place my hands lightly on her legs, pouring what ever I could grab onto into her. "Thank you Grace." I mumble softly with my eyes closed.

I feel strength being summoned from points when there was pressure, but especially from my legs. I open my eyes suddenly and gasp as I see Shawn, Grace, and Sabrena healing me. I feel the blood begin to circulate more rapidly, and the pain is toned down from a 99 to a 25 on a scale of 1 to 10. I smile, not feeling the slightest bit worn from it, and want to scream "THANK YOU!" but it came out as just aloud whisper of ank ouu.

I smile again as more color reaches my cheeks. My eyes open yet again, and I reach my hand out to Sabrena and pat her hand lightly. Figures, Sabrena, I say hoarsely. You are the one healing me instead of vice versa. My green eyes roll and I reach out to Shawn and touch his cheek. You're the best big brother ever. I look over at Grace and mouth the words Thank you, Grace. y gaze drifts back to by blood-stained shirt, and I scoff quietly. Great. I pick today to wear a white shirt. I laugh and put my arm down.

I laugh and then begin to cough. I roll my eyes at the not moving comment and let some air out of my mouth, letting my hair rise with it. I quietly cough again, but I try not to let him hear. Then what in Ha- I cough again, but not as violently this time. Hades am I supposed to do?

I laugh and reply more prominently this time. You guys don't have to do that. I'm not even sure how long it'll be until I completely heal. I look around, making my next point. There are plenty of people to take care of me. You guys have a life too, you know. You don't have to stay with me. I try to sit up with the support of the cot under me. I manage to keep myself up, but my arms are shaky. See? I'm fine.

I think for a moment and say, Alright then, Mister Persistent. I look up, thinking of something to say, and then my eyes light up. Go get something you can play music on. A guitar, piano, string orchestra, I don't care. I smirked at him, knowing that he had to do whatever I wanted. My hand gestures toward the door. Go forth, my slave.