Fintan: Part 2

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"I did absolutely nothing. She pushed herself too hard. The lesson is over- make sure she drinks a lot of water, and gets some sleep." I said, formally. The girl with silver hair looked at me for a second before digging an imparter out of her pocket, and hailing someone whose voice I did not recognize. She told him to come over to my cell and check on Marella. I honestly was concerned for my student, but of course I said nothing. A couple minutes later an elf wearing a very... interesting choice of clothing came in. Like seriously, I love the drama but bright pink gulons? Ehhh... what am I thinking about. I once wore high heels for- whoa I'm really getting of track. "Hey Lihn, what happened to Marella?" "I have no idea! Probably only her mentor knows... BUT OF COURSE HE WON'T SAY ANYTHING?" "Hey!" I said in protest, slipping out of my disdainful expression. The color happy elf raised an eyebrow at me but then turned to Marella. I watched in fascination as the elf flashed orbs, made elixers, and reassured the hydrokenetic. His life must be so different from mine... He fixed elves, and I broke them. He kept people calm, while I spread chaos. "Uhhhhggggg... Elwin? WhathappenedwhereamI" "You passed out. And may I add, silver tips here was veeeeerrrrryyy concerned." I said, smirking. Both of the mini lovebirds blushed, and looked away. " The elf I assumed was Elwin kept glancing at me the entirety of the time those three were there. After a couple minutes of awkward chatting, the girls light-leaped home. 
My head was pounding, though I had no idea why. The cold air around was not helping though. "Okay... how bad is it?" said the doctors voice. "Hmm?" I said, caught off guard.  "Oh my god Fintan, don't play dumb, how bad is the headache?" "What headache?" I tried. "The one that's kept you wincing this entire time?" "I am perfectly fine. Leave me be." With a sigh, Elwin leaped away. 

Leaving me alone with my thoughts

Honestly?

My head did hurt, but what good would come from letting a doctor fuss over me?
If he helped me, I would owe him.

And I've been in that position before.


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