{6 Clansin}
"What the hell are you doing here?" She asks me with a twinge of confusion, yet recongition, in her voice.
I nod my head to the feverish, insanitated boy in the bed, "Helping him."
Her mouth forms an 'o' and her cheeks turn a soft pink as she glances at the mark of insanitation on the boy's flushed cheek. She dilligently observes him for a few minutes of dead silence, accesing and determining whether his condition was life-threatening at the moment. Deciding the damage done to him.
I clear my throat and decide to speak up, "Look Jalice, I know your confused about me and everything, but we need to help him. I'll explain everything after the boy is taken care of."
She nods quickly, snapping out of her observing trance, and slides a red medical box out from underneath the far bed, and starts to walk from the room, "I'll get some medication from the back room."
I nod and sit by the boy on the bed, who, after a few minutes, starts to writh in, what I can tell, excruciating pain again. I gently probe his arms, trying to calm him down.
Without warning, he sits up suddenly and starts coughing up gobs of red and sticky blood all over the worn comforter. The blood flies everywhere so I jump from the bed and run to the joined bathroom, to get the wooden trashcan and bring it back to the insanitated boy. After what seemed like slow hours dragging by, though it was only a few agonizing minutes, he finally stops hacking his guts out and shakily lays back down. His breath was heavy and labored, his small chest heaving from the blood he coughed up.
I smile, trying to lighten the intense mood, as I set the used trashcan on the dark wooden floor, "Geez, little man, I didn't know you had it you."
He gives a weak and faltering smile back to me, "Me neither." A few seconds later he asks me nervously with a panicked, raspy voice, "Where am I? Why am I here? Who are you?"
I give him a small, but encouraging, smile, "You didn't look so good, so I brought you to a friend of mine. You're safe, don't worry. I'm Clansin by the way." I stroke his hair back from his wan, but relieved face.
"I'm Dryee," he smiles tentatively.
We sit in awkward silence for a few more minutes until Jalice hurries back in, medicine box filled neatly to the brim. She gives an angelic smile, I swear my heart stopped, when she sees Dryee awake, "Hey little guy, I'm Jalice."
Her eyes widen at the gooey gobs of blood on the bed and floor, but she ignores it for the boy's sake im guessing.
He smiles shyly, "Dryee."
I get off the raggedy bed and move to the corner of the room so Jalice can work with her healing hands on Dryee.
I watch in fascination as she whips out various pill bottles, syringes, and bandages with efficency. She works with skillful hands at healing him, and Dryee barely makes a sound. Her face bears a look of concentration, as she focuses on what medication and treatment to give him.
This girl continues to amaze me.
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After 2 hours, Dryee is sleeping peacefully and Jalice is throwing away used syringes and needles, and is packing up her bulky medical box.
"I didn't know you were a healer?" I ask her curiously once she finishes putting away her supplies.
"I have to be healer to be apart of Insanity," she answers simply,
looking up with her gorgeous, foggy blue eyes. Silence fills the room for a few minutes, before she speaks again, her voice irritated,
"Who are you, Clansin, and what the hell do you want?"
