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That night, Roselyn made herself acquainted with the infirmary. Xavier had taken her there after the whole debacle, concerned that her incantation hadn't worked as well as the witch had wanted it to. Roselyn found it hard to stay awake, the tips of her fingers feeling numb, the sweet release of unconsciousness clawing at her. The nurse wasn't sure what the girl had been spiked with, taking a blood sample of her in case it was dire.
They found traces of witch hazel in her blood, a carbonic fizz sizzling within her bloodstream. For most people, the ingredient doesn't do harm. For witches like the Aiyers girl? Ingested in large quantities could prove fatal. Luckily she had only ingested a small enough amount to expel it with fluids and incantations - her charmed crystals would have to do most of the channelling over getting rid of the poison. This didn't make Xavier Thorpe less worried.
"I think I should let you rest, I'll come back to check on you in the morning," the blonde murmured into her hair, trying to smoothen her bloodied locks. She looked up at him, frightened.
"No, I don't want to stay here," she tried holding back the croak in her throat at the idea of being vulnerable in the infirmary. "Please, I don't want to be here alone, I'm a sitting duck here." Her fingers creeped over the stiff sheets, trying to reach his. He looked down, wrapping his larger hands around her shaky ones.
"I don't know what to do," he whispered. "I need to go get cleaned up, so do you," he looked over her dress, now tainted with maroon paint.
She looked down at her dress, "God, that cost a fortune. It's ruined!" She tried not to cry, focusing on the stained sequins. "I have to go get this cleaned before it's irreparable." She squeezed her eyes shut.
He looked at her, thinking hard for a few moments. "If I take you to my dorm, nobody will be able to get you when you're sleeping," he started, conspiring as quiet as he could as he looked around the eery room."If you want to, I can sneak you in there."
Her glassy eyes met his, "You can do that? What if you get caught?" He shrugged, stroking her knuckles with a soft smile.
"I think I've done much worse things than sneak a girl into my room," he smirked wistfully. "If we were to get caught," he tutted, "I'll just get a slap on the hand. Being heroic and all to such a damsel," he smirked.
He watched her pout in annoyance. "I'm not a damsel in distress," she huffed, still glimpsing to the doorway and windows. "I'm just concerned is all."
He started grabbing her heels, looping them around his index finger before crouching, his back facing her. "Well, hop on," he looked back at her. "Don't want to get caught now, do we?"
She couldn't help the tired smile gracing her lips, struggling to move up and peel out her IV drip. "Okay, hold on," she muttered before hitching her dress up and moving onto him like a koala.
He stood up, pretending to moan in pain, "Good grief, woman," he smirked back at her before scurrying through the corridors in the pitch black. "Did you keep weights in your dress tonight?" he mocked.
