The Deadmages by J.C.G. & C.E.M.

Chapter 7: Hello, Medic Tent.

Ugh! Getting so frustrated with J.C.G. He looks at the books, but only comments on parts he doesn't like. I have written the last three chapters by myself, and the only things he comments on is a phrase he doesn't like in chapter one and a laugh at this chapter. It's partly my fault too, though. I tell him it's his turn to write, but then I get bored and impatient and write it myself. Big problem, because this is taking time away from my other books! Only 6 days of school left. Stand up, sing hallelujah!

  I woke to a coolness on my forehead and a dull ache all over. I tried to sit up, but groaned, and lay back down. I opened my eyes. The room I was in wasn't a room at all, but a tent. The medic tent. The clean white fabric covered thick bamboo poles. There was a hole at the very top of the tent to let out smoke. There was a shuffling next to me. A girl dressed in a black smock and white apron was arranging bandages in a small cart. She turned to face me and smiled warmly. I felt her hand on my forehead. The wet towel was far gone. A numbness flew throughout my body, but it was a good sort of not-feeling. Nothing hurt anymore. I fell back to sleep.

The next time I woke, all pain was gone. I sat up and slid my feet off of the cot I was on. Then I stood, bracing myself for a wave of dizziness or pain, but nothing happened. I felt normal. Three people walked into the tent. Well, two of them walked in. The third floated. It was Sydney, the gravity controller, the girl who put her hand on my forehead, and a final girl in the same outfit as the person who I now assumed to be a nurse. The two nurses and Sydney were following another cot. On it, to my surprise, was Blake. I ran over to him, worried that he was dead.

"He will be just fine," the new girl my age assured. I was led back to my own cot by the nurse from earlier. I tried to break her grasp, telling her I was fine.

"I know you are, Partrice and I healed you," She said. I was baffled. How could people heal unless they're Air Owls and Water Rays? Only they had licenses to help the sick. She must have noticed.

"I, Deyla, have the power of Touch. It is a mix of Water and Air magic specific to humans. I can numb the skin, or make it feel like it has been set aflame. Partrice has the power of Winter. She uses the cold to get rid of minor injuries. All of your bruises and small cuts are gone, but the boy whose arm you broke won't be healed as easily. And he's a whiner," Deyla winced a bit at her last words. I apologized. I didn't mean to hurt him that badly. I only wanted him to be out of the battle, not severely injured. By hurting him, I hurt Deyla, too. I had made her job all the worse. Did I really need to create a giant hammer to knock out that Metal guild boy? No. I only wanted to show off. I lowered my head. The doorway flap was lifted again. I looked up, expecting it to be Sydney, Deyla, or Partrice leaving, but it was Trish and Ollie entering. Ollie nodded to Trish, showing his respect for her. I found this slightly funny, considering Ollie was about three feet taller than her. They broke ways, and now I had no one to distract Trish from a rampage. Her gaze darkened as she located me cowering in the shadows. She looked ready to kill. I was on her bad side, definitely.

"You're pathetic! You didn't even use your vines to shield yourself! All you did was cower - just like you are now, for that matter - in front of Samantha and her big, bad mudslide. I had to knock her unconscious myself! At least your stupid body was a good enough distraction. And then I had to forfeit the stupid tournament because I can't fight in a team match with no team," Trish was screeching at me. I was pretty sure that the noise could be heard all the way over who knows how many miles back to Litalia. Her angry gestures at me were impolite, to say the least. Her voice was so loud that Blake shrinked away from her in his sleep, his arms twitching to protect himself. I raised my hands to surrender, but they were swatted away. Trish was now pinning me to the bed.

"Did you just try to surrender?" Her voice had gone eerily quiet. I was terrified. She was acting like she was possessed, one minute being loud and dangerous, the next calm but still dangerous. I whimpered, then gave a tiny nod. She exploded.