Fire and Ice

Chapter Eight

Amy POV

     I wake up in a place that feels familiar.  When I open my eyes, I realize that I'm in my bedroom.  There's a glass of water on the table next to my bed.  I grimace as I sit up to drink from it because of a pain on my right side.  I look down and see a bandage there.  

     "Lexi?" I call out, suddenly feeling vulnerable.  How had I gotten here?  Lexi comes in looking tired.  

     "You're awake!" she exclaims.  "How are you feeling?"

     "Like I was shot."  I joke.  "How long have I been out?"

     "A couple of days."  She looks upset.  "Amy, I was so worried.  When Superman brought you here, you looked so close to death."

     "Wait, Superman brought me here?" I ask, confused.  

     "Yup.  He remembered reading your mind and finding out who I was at the hospital.  He figured I could help you."

     "Thank you."  I smile, grateful for my friend who is constantly saving my life.  "And I'm sorry I worried you."

     "Don't be." she smiles back at me.  "You saved that girls life.  I'll be right back, I told Superman I would call him when you wake up."  She walks out of the room and I'm left confused.  Why did he care what happens to me?  Why didn't he drop me off at a hospital like any other person would do?  Lexi walks in holding a pill bottle.  

     "Here's some painkillers.  Superman said he's coming by."  

     "Thanks." I say, even more confused.  He cares enough to check up on me.  Maybe he's not the arrogant jerk that I thought he was when I first met him.  The doorbell rings, interrupting my thoughts.  

     "That was quick."  Lexi says as she walks out of the room and returns with Superman.  He's wearing his normal suit, so either he was just on duty or he still doesn't want to tell me who he is.

     "Hey.  How are you feeling?" he smiles.

     "I'm fine." I answer.

     "I'm gonna start cooking dinner."  Lexi announces, leaving the room.

     "Thank you for saving me."  I say after she leaves, looking down awkwardly.

     "No problem." he say, sitting in the chair next to my bed.  

     "Do you know why they kidnapped that girl?" I ask, realizing I never found out the reason.  

     "Neither the girl or the cops know." he answers.  "It doesn't make any sense to me."

     "They didn't hurt her at all?"  I ask.

     "Nope." he answers.  "She was totally unharmed."

     "Weird." I mutter.  I just want to know why I got shot.  We're left sitting awkwardly for a minute.  

     "What's your name?" he suddenly asks, and I look at him in surprise.  Apparently he hadn't read my mind enough to find out my name.

     "You of all people should understand the importance of keeping your identity a secret." I mock what he said the first time we met.  He rolls his eyes.  "I'll tell you, but only if you take off your mask and tell me what your name is." 

     "My name's Emmett." He says, taking off his mask and surprising me.  With his mask off, I can finally get a good look at his face.   He has bright green eyes and ragged dark hair.  I hesitate.  I didn't think that he would actually tell me who he was and now I have to tell him my identity.  Trusting doesn't come easy for me, and I only met this man a few days ago.

     "You don't have to tell me." he says, probably seeing my uncertainty.

     "Amy."  I finally say after a minute.  If he really wants to find out who I am because of bad intentions, he could easily read my mind.  He seems surprised by me telling him.

     "Is that you trusting me?" he jokes, gasping dramatically.  

     "Shut up." I roll my eyes.  I guess we're back to him being an ass.  We sit in silence again until Lexi returns, holding a plate with a sandwich on it.

     "Here, you're probably hungry." she says, handing it to me.  

     "What happened to you before you got shot?" Emmett asks.  "I saw you collapse."  Lexi looks, at me concerned.

     "They injected me with something."  I mumble, shifting uncomfortably and looking down at my sandwich.  Lexi will be mad because I didn't tell her.

     "Why didn't you tell me?!"  I'm correct.  "There could me something seriously wrong with you!"

     "I didn't think it was important!" I say in my defense.  "I feel fine!"  

     "But you might not be." She leaves the room and comes back with a first aid kit.  She takes her stethoscope and presses it to my chest in order to listen to my heartbeat.  

     "That sounds fine." she mutters, mostly to herself.  Then, she takes out a thermometer and puts it in my mouth.  When it beeps, she takes it out, looks at it, and frowns.

     "Amy, your temperature is normal."

     "Okay...?"

     "I mean normal for a normal person.  It's 98 degrees."  My eyes widen.  My temperature has always been higher than normal because of the nature of my powers.  A horrible thought suddenly occurs to me.  I try to form a ball of fire in my hands.  

     Nothing happens.  

     "My powers are gone." I whisper, panicking.  "Lexi, my powers are gone!"