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"Bridget! Bridget! Are you using your vision? Bridget!" Someone stepped into my view and knelt down.
The man was breathtaking. His inner aura glowed an aqua-ish color at the moment, but it was flecked with silver.
"You’re beautiful." I blurt out. My knee’s hurt, I must have fallen over. I see the man lean back slightly, then lean forward.
"Bridget, are you ok?"
"It hurts." I whimper, the air seemed multicolored and swirled around me. It was like some super charged drug effect. I loved it, but was utterly terrified of it. And then it stopped. And it stopped like another blow, I flinch backwards and drop my head into my hands as it throbbed. I was on my knee’s, my legs spread on either side of me.
"Bridget?"
"It stopped." I say between gasps. He lifts me by the shoulders and leads me the rest of the way to sickbay. We were closer than I thought, it was around the next corner. But this gave me enough time to compose myself.
"Sit down." He leads me to the closest bed.
"What happened?" Asks nurse Peat, who had already bustled over.
"She just used her powers for the first time here. I think it gave her a bit of a shock.
"I’m fine." I say, and Luken throws me a doubtful look. "It’s my shoulder that hurts." I lie, it wasn’t actually hurting that much, and the bleeding had stopped. I throw Luken a dark glance as Nurse Peat looks at my bloody shirt.
"Out!" She shoo’s him, closing the curtain.
"Shirt, darling." She says, pulling over a tray of stuff. I unbutton my shirt and slip it down past my elbows. She pats something on my shoulder and I flinch and look at it. Big mistake. I had avoided looking at it in the mirror and now I knew why.
The flesh was badly torn, ripped around the edges, in a slash along my shoulder blade. It had barely even started to heal yet and the wound looked bad. The more I looked at it the more it seemed to hurt. I look away, swallowing deeply. I wasn’t the person to faint at a drop of blood or anything but that sight would make anyone queasy. Anyone, that is, except a nurse. She busily spreads stuff on it and bandages it up.
"Sorry darling, there’s not a lot more I can do. Pity you don’t have one of those healing powers." I join in her laughter and hoped she didn’t notice that mine sounded shaky.
"Oh, and I think I have another shirt in here." She rummages through the bedside table dresser and produces a white shirt which I take and struggle to put on with one shoulder practically immobile. She sweeps the curtain aside and walks off without another word. What an odd lady. Don’t get me wrong, she was nice, just…different. I turn towards the door and see Luken still standing there, watching me. I wanted to linger on his sharp features and admire his face and chest but my eyes just slide straight over him and to the door I was walking to.
"How are you?" Asks Luken as I finish buttoning up my shirt.
"Chipper." I say in a dull voice.
"How’s your head?"
"Fine." I answer curtly, he doesn’t reply so after a few moments I steal a glance at him. He was looking ahead, no expression on his face. It hurt that my short answers didn’t seem to phase him at all. He didn’t care. I sigh, I suppose I should be used to this by now.
"Bridget! Bridget! Are you using your vision? Bridget!" Someone stepped into my view and knelt down.
The man was breathtaking. His inner aura glowed an aqua-ish color at the moment, but it was flecked with silver.
"You’re beautiful." I blurt out. My knee’s hurt, I must have fallen over. I see the man lean back slightly, then lean forward.
"Bridget, are you ok?"
"It hurts." I whimper, the air seemed multicolored and swirled around me. It was like some super charged drug effect. I loved it, but was utterly terrified of it. And then it stopped. And it stopped like another blow, I flinch backwards and drop my head into my hands as it throbbed. I was on my knee’s, my legs spread on either side of me.
"Bridget?"
"It stopped." I say between gasps. He lifts me by the shoulders and leads me the rest of the way to sickbay. We were closer than I thought, it was around the next corner. But this gave me enough time to compose myself.
"Sit down." He leads me to the closest bed.
"What happened?" Asks nurse Peat, who had already bustled over.
"She just used her powers for the first time here. I think it gave her a bit of a shock.
"I’m fine." I say, and Luken throws me a doubtful look. "It’s my shoulder that hurts." I lie, it wasn’t actually hurting that much, and the bleeding had stopped. I throw Luken a dark glance as Nurse Peat looks at my bloody shirt.
"Out!" She shoo’s him, closing the curtain.
"Shirt, darling." She says, pulling over a tray of stuff. I unbutton my shirt and slip it down past my elbows. She pats something on my shoulder and I flinch and look at it. Big mistake. I had avoided looking at it in the mirror and now I knew why.
The flesh was badly torn, ripped around the edges, in a slash along my shoulder blade. It had barely even started to heal yet and the wound looked bad. The more I looked at it the more it seemed to hurt. I look away, swallowing deeply. I wasn’t the person to faint at a drop of blood or anything but that sight would make anyone queasy. Anyone, that is, except a nurse. She busily spreads stuff on it and bandages it up.
"Sorry darling, there’s not a lot more I can do. Pity you don’t have one of those healing powers." I join in her laughter and hoped she didn’t notice that mine sounded shaky.
"Oh, and I think I have another shirt in here." She rummages through the bedside table dresser and produces a white shirt which I take and struggle to put on with one shoulder practically immobile. She sweeps the curtain aside and walks off without another word. What an odd lady. Don’t get me wrong, she was nice, just…different. I turn towards the door and see Luken still standing there, watching me. I wanted to linger on his sharp features and admire his face and chest but my eyes just slide straight over him and to the door I was walking to.
"How are you?" Asks Luken as I finish buttoning up my shirt.
"Chipper." I say in a dull voice.
"How’s your head?"
"Fine." I answer curtly, he doesn’t reply so after a few moments I steal a glance at him. He was looking ahead, no expression on his face. It hurt that my short answers didn’t seem to phase him at all. He didn’t care. I sigh, I suppose I should be used to this by now.
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