The Aftermath

[Druscilla Grace]

Dru pushed open the doors to the hospital wing, backing into the large room, Chase floating in with her. She gently set him down on the nearest bed and called for the nurse. She knelt over Chase as he lay on the bed, running her fingers through his hair as she tried to avoid looking at any of the injuries, focusing on his face through the tears. If she hadn't distracted him....

[Adara Snow]

The nurse ran in as Adara settled Emilian onto the bed nearest Dru and Chase. She was in shock, watching emotionless as the woman struggled with potions, salves and spells to save the boys' lives. Adara could not understand the insanity that had occurred, and for once, she did not want to understand. She stood silently beside Emilian, helping now and then when asked, but doing little other than watch him, wondering how he could be so good to her and so cruel all at once.

[Druscilla Grace]

Dru watched the nurse, vaguely remembering when it was her job to do that kind of thing. It registered that there was blood on her only when the nurse waved her wand in Dru's direction and some of the stickiness left from her skin. She stared down at Chase, "Will he be ok?" she asked softly, and the nurse assured her that they both would live. But Dru was unable to be happy about it, there was still a sense that it was her fault running through her.

[Adara Snow]

When the nurse's flurry of activity had faded and she declared that there was nothing left to be done but wait, Adara released a breath she hadn't known she was holding. She stood at Emilian's bedside, watching him. "Should we bring their wands to the Headmistress?" she asked softly, without actually looking up at Dru. She couldn't look away from the gash across Emilian's beautiful face, hoping that it would heal for him without scarring.

[Druscilla Grace]

"We should keep their wands away from them," Dru said. She didn't want them to wake up and start cursing each other again. She looked down at the bandages running over Chase's shoulder and torso, praying that there was no lasting damage done. She brought her eyes back up to his face, "I can't believe...." What? That they had gone so far? That was a lie, she knew what they were both capable of. "Yes, we should." She picked up Chase's dirty wand from the table it had been lying on and looked over at Adara and Emilian for the first time since they had gotten to the Hospital wing.

[Adara Snow]

Adara looked up from Emilian at just that moment, and she reflexively glanced away, wondering what Dru was thinking. Dru, who had told her that Emilian was sadistic, who had explained so much to her that day at the lake. Adara gave Emilian one last look, her fingers sweeping out to smooth Emilian's hair away from his cheek, then picked up his wand. "Let us go, then," she said.

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[Adara Snow]

The hospital wing was silent when they returned. Adara hadn't stopped at the dormitory to change her clothes, her mind on far more important issues than the state of her appearance. Her already pale skin was paler even than usual as she sat beside Emilian's bed in a straight-backed chair built for stability more than comfort. She watched him a moment, then opened her journal and began to write.

[Druscilla Grace]

Dru came straight back to the Hospital wing, but she had nothing with her to keep her occupied. And so all she could do was sit on the edge of the uncomfortable chair, chewing her lip, and wait. She kept herself from touching Chase, afraid to disturb him, though some common sense in her brain told her that nothing she could do would wake him. But she watched him, her eyes rarely left him, and then only to glance up at Adara and Emilian.

[Emilian Sota]

It was some time later when Emilian woke up, wincing slightly, a low groan coming from his throat. His hand ached terribly and, when his face moved, the skin felt tight around the gash. He opened his eyes enough to see where he was, it had to be the Hospital wing. How had he.....? Then he caught the familiar figure of Adara. He was almost afraid to speak, what if she got up and left?

[Chase Firebrand]

Chase didn't know how long he'd been unconscious, but when he woke, time was the least of his concerns. His eyes shot open, pure gleaming crimson staring unseeing at the ceiling. "Where is he?" he choked. Chase only registered his surroundings as he turned his head, grimacing at the pain wracking his body. His gaze found Emilian and narrowed. "Don't tell me they've healed him."

[Adara Snow]

At the sound of Chase's voice, Adara's quill paused, and she raised her head to look at him across Emilian. If he was awake...her eyes swept around to find Emilian awake, and though she wanted to smile, the urge to cry was nearly as strong, and she could only seem to watch him. She closed her journal, pressing her quill between the pages.

[Druscilla Grace]

"Of course they healed him," Dru said, then waved it off and took his hand. "Are you ok?" She looked into his face, though he was turned from her, her eyes full of worry. Even though she knew the nurse had done her job well, she still was scared for Chase.

[Emilian Sota]

"I could say the same about you, Firebrand," Emilian murmured, bringing his hand up to his head. His hand felt strange, but that was to be expected when it had nearly been blown away, so he didn't think much on it. He looked at Adara, "Are you alright?" he asked, seeing the blood on her clothes. I swear, if he hurt her...

[Adara Snow]

"No," Adara said, softly but without pause. She glanced pointedly past Emilian at Chase, then drew her full attention to the boy she now realized she hardly knew. "Did you think that I would be?" Perhaps the question was rhetorical. Still, she would not ask him why another time. She would only hear what she had heard before; his addiction. His lack of self control. There was no explanation.

[Chase Firebrand]

"I'm fine," Chase said absently to Dru. His gaze didn't waver. "You're not getting away with what you've done," he said, missing the irony completely. His muscles bunched as he tried to sit, then groaned as pain tore through the mending wound across his chest and abdomen. He swore--eloquently.