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"If It Didn't Melt In The Kitchen's Explosion."

Richmond Hill, Ontario, Canada
July 10, 2017
Afternoon

"AW-UGH!" Connor slams his head against the countertop with his hands grasped to his head. "MY HEAD."

Auston has his head dipped down as he rubs his hands through his hair. "My mind...is like...needles..."

Next to him, Carter silently has his hands on the sides of his head with his elbows on the countertop's surface. His eyes are wide and filled with agony. The left side of his jaw is beginning to swell and grow red.

Connor lifts his head up, taking in a deep breath. "Curse companion allegiance users," he mutters bitterly. He automatically conjures a soothing surge of power around his head. "Psionic Inundation. Now I definitely know it's not a pretty power to be a target of."

"I hope my mind will be alright...," Auston states worriedly, his eyes on the surface as he continues massaging his head.

Connor's eyes instantly light up at the feeling of relief. "My mind's fine—" He runs his fingers through his hair. "I somehow healed it."

Auston slowly turns to him with hopeful eyes. "Can you heal me?"

He purses his lips at the suffering man. "Hmmm..." He then reaches out at him and gently places a hand on his head. He mentally guides his surge of power to his palms, giving off a warm glow from his hand.

Auston's face relaxes slowly as he feels the palliative flow wash out the stinging, numbing pain. "Ahhh..." He straightens up, having Connor remove his hand from him. "Much better. Thank you."

Connor gives a small fist pump of victory as he pulls away from him. "Yes. I can heal!"

From the other side of Auston, Carter quietly raises up his hand with large eyes.

Connor spots him with concern. "This isn't school, Carter. You can just shout it out."

Carter promptly jabs a finger toward his swelling jaw.

A grimace overcomes Connor's face with bared teeth and knitted eyebrows. "Ohhh...wow, what happened there?"

Auston turns around to look at the goalie with an inquiring expression. His eyes go wide at the injury.

Carter begins flying his hands in front of him, attempting to tell Connor the story of how he attained the jaw injury.

Connor waves his hands in front of him, signally him to stop. "Okay, okay, never mind I said that." He drops his hands. "I'll just heal you up and then you can tell me."

Carter halts his movements and looks up with a relieved expression.

Connor leans over the countertop, stretching in front of Auston, and presses his palm against Carter's head.

Carter closes his eyes as a placid expression appears on his face. He gives him a thumbs-up.

"Good." Connor pulls his hand away and observes the massive left jaw of the goalie. "Okay, now for your jaw..." He begins to extend his hand toward it.

Carter immediately flinches away, holding his hands out at him in fear.

Connor smacks his hands on the countertop. "What?"

Carter shakes his head vehemently with wide eyes.

"I gotta touch your jaw to heal you!" he continues to explain loudly.

Carter shakes his head in short movements as he makes a wince of pain with his fists by his lips.

Connor gawks at him like as if he's a madman. "What are you doing?"