Hybrid Factors (A Team Crafted FF)

Chapter 11 (Jason)

"Yo, Merome! I need help looking for Seto!" I call to my two friends from the hallway as I continue to look around for the sorcerer. Mitch pokes his head out of his bedroom.

"Why do you need our help looking for him?"
"It's really important and I need to find him, I'll show you once he's found." I just realized I sounded kinda frantic.

Mitch shrugged and dragged Jerome out of his room then they started looking. After a few minutes it's hard to not stop looking for Seto. We've looked everywhere! Then, "Why is Seto in a tree?" Jerome asks as he looked out the window. Mitch and I walked over to him and looked out the window he was staring at to see that Seto was, in fact, sitting in a tree with a book.

Why.

"HEY SETO! MEET US AT THE SOUTH EMERGENCY HOSPITAL!" I screamed at him as I shoved the window open.

He gave me a questionable look, but nodded anyway. Mitch and Jerome looked confused as well. I rolled my eyes and dragged them over there and. Seto was there waiting for us.

"So, what's this about?" Seto asked.
"It would be easier if I showed you," I ushered them inside and to a room with a doctor outside. "Go in the room."

They opened the door to show a little girl sitting in the hospital bed, staring at the window. She was in a black tank-top that shoved the vast scar on her shoulder, and jean shorts that hid most of a scar on the side of her leg. She had short dirty blond hair that reach to her shoulders and long bangs that were held back with a hair clip. Her left and right eye were different shades of blue and her face showed no emotion.

The doctor came in the room and asked me to make her tell Seto what's going on while he explain what she was doing here. I nodded and walked over to the girl's bed.

"Where am I?" She asks.
"You're in a hospital," I answer.
"What's a hospital?"
"It's a place people go when they're sick or something is wrong with their body. Can you tell me what's wrong with your body?" Seto says as he walks over.
"I'm not a normal human. My arms don't work. One of my eyes don't work. I can't be in small places." She said.
"How long has it been since your arms worked?"
"Five years ago." She looked at us.

And just, her eyes. I can't deal with the feelings that I see in her eyes. Quentin, who I didn't notice came over and asked something I didn't expect.

"Why were you in the wasteland battlefield?"
She was silent.
"Answer."
"I didn't mean to go on the battlefield. I was looking for herbs and wandered before getting lost."
"Why weren't you under supervision by the border?"
"There's no one to supervise me."
"Why?"
". . . I was born with out a dad on the street and my mom died before I could walk."

I hate my emotions right now.