Tired visit
Amity POV:
"Mittens!" I woke up with a jolt, my notebook that laid sprawled out on my lap nearly falling to the floor. Slamming my hands down on top of it so that it wouldn't, I winced when the pencil stabbed part of my leg. "Are you getting up?"
"Give me a minute!" I called back in a husky voice, reaching out into a stretch. "Gods I'm tired..." I muttered to myself, wiping away the drool from the side of my face. Glancing at my window and the amount of light that poured into the room told me that it had to be some time around noon.
"Well hurry up!" I heard Edric call, this time a little closer to my door. "I know you don't want to, but we've got practice today." Trying to rub the sleep from my eyes, I placed my notebook on my bed and moved over to my dresser, grabbing a random purple shirt and some shorts.
Well, one glance at that outfit in the mirror made me change.
After fixing my outfit, I grabbed my notebook and made my way downstairs. Both the twins were ready downstairs, with Emira was sitting at the table, wearing a long, dark grey turtleneck and bleached jeans while Edric was wearing a dark blue tank top and long shorts.
"Look who's finally up!" Emira chirped, resting her head on one hand while she drummed her fingers against the table with the other. I eyed her outfit up and down for a minute, but I didn't say anything. Moving to a wall to lean my back on, I folded my arms over my notebook.
"Yeesh Mittens, your eyes are pretty red. Late night?" Edric asked, a smirk plastered on his face. I rolled my eyes, then gave them a bit of a rub, hoping to make some of the redness go away. His eyes slowly moved down to my notebook, then back up at me, giving me a questioning glance.
Turning away from my brother, I faced my sister, eyeing her outfit up and down once again. "Okay, what's up with the outfit?" I asked, pointing towards her turtleneck.
Emira shrugged, shifting her hand to rest on her cheek. "It's just comfortable." She said calmly, but her eyes held this nervous look. I could see her eyes dart down to her outfit for a second, then back up to me. Suddenly, she laughed. "Mittens why are you staring at me? Is there something on my sweater or something?"
She pulled at the sweater, her laughter quickly dying out. It then hit me that she was probably wearing something that Viney brought her last night, or she was wearing it to cover something up. "There's nothing on your sweater Em." I muttered, deciding to drop the topic.
"Yet." Edric shot her a malicious smile, raising his hand up and slowly drawing a spell. Emira snapped her head up when he said that, shooting him a glare. Her twin laughed, then wiped away the spell, shaking his head. He gave me a nudge, then started to walk towards the door. "Alright c'mon, let's go get this over with."
I could feel the mood go sour, just by a little bit. Staring down at my notebook, I didn't move from my spot. Emira got out of her chair and placed a hand on my shoulder, making me tense up. I looked up at her, noticing the soft look in her eyes.
Taking a deep breath, I started to walk towards Edric, who stood by the front door waiting for the two of us. The three of us walked out, Ed and Em instantly starting up a conversation between the two of them while I stayed quiet. A slight breeze picked up, lightly ruffling our hair as it passed.
Opening my notebook and holding down the pages while reading over the lyrics, I softly hummed the song's tune while I walked, tweaking a few words here and there. About halfway to the studio, I finally piped up. "Hey Ed?" I notice my brother perk up at my voice while I tapped my pencil against my chin.
"Yeah?"
"You remember how to play this song, right?" Edric laughed, giving Emira a look.
"I remember that song like it's the back of my drum sticks!" He puffed out his chest and pounded a fist against his chest for a moment, then he froze and slouched down. "Wait... do drum sticks actually have a back side to them?" Emira licked her lips, struggling to hide her smile before she busted out laughing.
"Okay good." I muttered, completely ignoring his question about drum sticks as I wrote a small note in the margin. "That means we won't have to practice the instrumentals as much..."
"I mean, we probably won't have to." He shrugged, sliding one of his tank top straps up further on his shoulder. "Unless our good old bassist forgot how to do the song, that is." I nodded, glancing up at our path ahead. By now, the studio was barely in view.
My siblings picked up their conversation again, now arguing if drum sticks actually had a back to them or not. Clearly my sister wasn't taking the argument seriously based on the amount of chuckles that constantly slipped past her lips.
The three of us made it to the studio and went inside, finding that when we got there, the front door still locked. "Boscha and Matt are late." Emira muttered, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"Yeah, so is Lu..." Edric paused, dragging out the last word without finishing the name as he shot me a glance, noticing that I had tensed up. Emira gave him a quick jab to the side, making him hiss in pain. I shook my head, saying nothing to the two of them as I made my way to my room.
"Let me know when they get here." I finally said to them, my grip tightening on my notebook as I made my way around the corner.
"Great going you idiot." I heard Emira hiss to our brother, followed by a quick smack. I ignored the two, swallowing the lump in my throat as I dragged myself to our room. The walk was short, and when I made it to the door, I found a new addition to it.
There, in bold, blue letters were the words "Dork den." scrawled out with magical graffiti. I stared at the writing for a bit, not knowing what I should do about it. Then, I let out a sigh and pushed the door to our room open, quickly slipping inside.
It felt empty without Luz here with me.
Putting my notebook down on the desk, I looked at myself in the mirror, avoiding the corner with our photo. The bags under my eyes were dark against my bloodshot eyes, a few pieces of hair stuck out of place thanks to the wind, making me look like a mess.
Silently running a hand through my hair in an attempt to fix it, I finally gave up and pulled it out of its half ponytail, letting it down for a little bit. Then, I moved over towards the cot and took a seat, still staring at myself in the mirror for a moment before laying down.
I stared at the ceiling, using one of my arms as a cushion while the other rested on my stomach. My fingers unconsciously traced my side as I picked out faces on the ceiling until I closed my eyes.
My fingers continued to trace my side, moving to a specific spot, a spot I remember vividly from yesterday. "It should've been me." I thought to myself, tightly gripping onto my shirt. "Luz shouldn't have been the one to get hurt."
Thinking back, I remembered what he said about the relic around his neck, how he said it was a lot easier to get than the weapon. I let out a bitter chuckle, opening my eyes once again. "I doubt that..." I said aloud.
Relics were already hard enough to get if you were up in the ranks, let alone getting one the illegal way that can disable other's magic. So unless he was up somehow up in the ranks, he had to get it from another source.
Then there was the weapon in general. Like Eda said, it was a human weapon, which meant he needed a way to access the human world.
There had to be something else, maybe it was a coincidence that he got the weapon and just figured out how to use it on his own. Maybe, he's had one for years and just kept it on the down low, never using it until now. Or maybe he found one in a trash slug or something similar.
Or maybe, he got it from someone else.
There were a few rapid knocks at my door, then it opened and a head of pink hair popped her head in. "Am? You ready?" I didn't move for a minute, keeping my eyes up at the ceiling.
My grip loosened on my shirt as I sat up, glancing at the witch. I could see her eyebrows furrow together slightly at the sight of me, but she was quick to cover it up. From outside my room, I could hear the studio door slam close, followed by a few grumbles from our sound director.
"Wanna tell me why we're holding practice?" Matt hissed at one of my siblings, but they said nothing.
"Yeah, why are we holding practice today? Gig's canceled ain't it?" Boscha asked me as I picked up my notebook and passed by her, taking a deep breath. She followed after me, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets.
"I'll explain." I said softly, pulling my hair up into a ponytail. Going out into the main room, I saw Matt leaning against the wall, a scowl painted on his face, while my siblings stuck around by the table, both of them with their arms folded.
"What? You wanted to hold a a fake practice cause you're lonely?" Matt huffed, making Ed and Em shoot a not so subtle glare in his direction. Em drew a quick spell, pulling Matt's shirt over his face while Ed drew another spell to tie the shirt in a knot, effectively leaving him stuck and blind.
Swallowing down the harsh response I wanted to tell him, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "No, this is a legit practice." I mumbled. "Because... we're still doing the gig."
"We're what now?" Boscha blinked a few times, her eyebrows furrowing together while Matt made a confused sound. "I'm sorry, I wanna make sure I heard you correctly. You're telling me, that our band, who just had our drummer nearly murdered, in front of you no less, is still performing the gig? Amity you can't be serious here."
"We don't have a choice!" I snapped at her, making her flinch. "You think I want to do this gig? Boscha, Emira already tried to convince the owner to let us cancel, and he wouldn't let us. He said the best he can do is postpone the show for a few days." I repeated what Emira told me last night.
Matt finally managed to pull his shirt off of his face, his cheeks tinted a light red and his hair sticking out in a few odd places. "So I've got to spend more time with you guys?" He growled, but we all ignored him. "Great, we get to waste more time with some useless practices."
"The practices won't be useless." I muttered, then turned to our bassist. "You remember how to play the old warm up song, right?" Her eyes darted about for a moment, wracking her brain for an answer before her eyes widened.
"I mean, I might be a little rusty since we haven't played it in awhile, but yeah, I remember how to play it." She folded her arms over her chest.
"Great, we're more than halfway there."
"Why do you ask?" Boscha's eyes squinted at me, her gaze slowly shifting to my siblings for a moment.
"Because, this old warm up song is gonna be performed on stage." A bit of shock flashed across her face. "And before you ask, yes, the song has lyrics. That's what most of these practices are gonna be focused on."
"Woah woah woah, this wasn't part of the original plan." Boscha said, placing her hands on my shoulders. "What song did we cut from the gig to give this one room?"
"None of them." I gave her a smile, making her pause in confusion.
"But, that'd make us go past time." She muttered, making me nod my head.
"And if you think that's the worst we're gonna do, you'd be wrong." Out of the corner of my eye I could see Matt fold his arms over his chest.
"So what do you plan to do to make it worse, huh? Prank them? Cast a few hexes on the studio?" Matt asked, clearly not wanting to be a part of this. From behind me, I could hear the twins give an evil chuckle, probably doing some sort of pose. Boscha looked back at the two of them, the gears turning in her head for a moment before she finally got it.
Slowly, a smirk found its way to her lips. "Let me guess, you're leaving your siblings to that job?" I nodded, making her chuckle. "I fear for those you have a vendetta against Blight, I really do." She then moved over towards the twins, her smirk still on her face. "Now, what did you two have planned for this spite show?"
"We'll fill you in on that later." Edric said, placing a hand on the pink haired witch's shoulder. "But for now, let's start practice. I'm sure we all want to get through it as fast as possible."
"That's the one and only thing we can agree on." Matt mumbled, making his way towards the recording booth. There was a moment of silence, then the sound of Matt forcing the door open. Edric stood there for a minute, then jumped slightly when he realized he needed to go get his drums.
I let out a sigh, slowly making my way to the sound room. Boscha followed after me while Emira followed after Matt. Opening the sound room door, I passed Boscha her bass before grabbing my guitar case.
Boscha thanked me, then moved to the recording room, nearly running into my brother in the process. They both laughed it off, then struck up a conversation. I watched the two of them walk into the recording room, standing frozen in my place.
My eyes glanced down at my guitar case, the memory of slamming it in the creep's face flashing in my mind. I shook my head a few times, now making my way to the recording room to meet up with the rest of the band.
Emira and Matt were waiting by the sound board while Edric and Boscha were setting up their instruments. I set down my guitar case and cracked it open, watching as my new guitar strings slipped out of the case and fell to the ground.
Bending down, I picked up the strings and flipped over the little packet, staring it over for a minute before glancing down at my guitar. "I'll change the strings after practice." I muttered to myself, my fingers trailing up and down the neck of my guitar.
"Mittens! You out of your own little world yet?" My brother slapped my back, making me jump. "You've been standing there for five minutes muttering to yourself." I gave him a nod, setting the strings down on my case, picking up my guitar.
"Let's get started." I said, shrugging him off. Cracking open my notebook, I moved over towards Boscha, drawing a quick spell to make my notebook float between the two of us. Edric took a seat behind his drums, twirling his sticks between his fingers.
"Wanna make a game out of this Boscha?" He asked, making her turn around as she slung her bass over her shoulder. "How many times do we you think we have to go through this song till you've got it memorized?"
"I say... at least three times." She smirked, placing one hand on her hip. "What do you think?"
Edric laughed, slowly shaking his head. "That's a low number. I say six times." He then held out his hand, shooting her his signature smirk. "Ten snails to whoever's closest." Boscha rolled her eyes, then chuckled as she shook my brother's hand.
Softly shaking my head, I gave Boscha a nudge before motioning to my notebook. "Alright you two, come on." They both gave me a nod, then I glanced up to Emira and Matt, giving them a nod as well.
We started with practice, all of us easily able to play the instrumental part of the song, each of us knowing the song by heart. The lyrics however, were a bit of a challenge. While it took some time to get down the cues, we eventually were able to memorize each of them.
An hour later, I decided it was finally time for us to take a break. "Finally!" Edric exclaimed, slouching over his drums with a tired sigh. Matt poked his head into the room, rolling his eyes at Edric.
"You guys want a drink or what?" He asked in a snarky tone, leaning against the doorway.
"My usual." I muttered, noting the waver my voice held. Matt said nothing, turning to Boscha and raising an eyebrow.
"Same here." Boscha said, leaning against the wall as she glanced down at her bass.
Edric sat up, stretching his arms over his head before popping his fingers. "Cold water. Unlike those two, I want something to cool me down."
"Well sorry I want to help my voice." Boscha mumbled as Matt left the room, shooting a glare in Edric's direction. He laughed, rolling his eyes. "And, I think I won our bet. Pay up Eddy boy." My brother shook his head, another low chuckle rising from his throat.
"No way, it took you five times to get it down. I won." He held his hand out, waiting for her to pay.
"What? No way, last time didn't count. I had it all down, I just fumbled a couple words!" Boscha argued. I watched the two of them go back and forth, struggling to stifle a yawn. Letting my guitar hang from my shoulders, I tried to rub the tiredness from my eyes.
A few minutes later, Matt popped back into the room, carrying three drinks in his arms. I went over to him and took one, giving him a nod as a thank you. Boscha and Edric realized he was in the room, pausing their argument to grab their drinks from the sound director.
I took a sip of my drink, watching as the two of them instantly picked their argument back up, bickering in between sips of water. Finally, Boscha threw her hands in the air, nearly spilling her drink in the process. "Gods fine!" She started to dig in her pocket, then passed my brother the money.
"Thank you~" He pocketed the snails, shooting Boscha a wink. She let out a frustrated chuckle, mouthing a few things that I didn't catch before taking another drink of her water.
A couple minutes passed and the two of them suddenly started a new conversation. I set my drink down on the ground, then leaned against the wall and folded my arms over my chest. My eyes drooped, my head nodding forward before I jerked it back up.
I repeated the process a few times before finally closing my eyes. "Am?" I jolted, blinking a few times before turning to our bassist. "You good over there?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm good." I mumbled, feeling my ears twitch as I rubbed my eyes. "Just a little tired is all."
"We can take a longer break if you need to Mittens." Edric said, but I only shook my head.
"We don't have time for a longer break. We've got five days to get this song down." I muttered, picking my drink back up and taking a sip. "I don't need one anyways." That statement made Boscha roll her eyes, but she didn't say a word.
"Are you sure?" He asked, twirling a drum stick in his hand. "After all, we can just pick this up tomorrow."
"I'm sure." I said, stifling a yawn. "We've only got an hour or so left anyways. So come on, let's practice the rest of the songs, then we can move back to this one." Boscha and Edric looked at each other, then back at me, both of them giving me a nod.
Turning so that Matt could see me, I gave him a signal which he nodded and fiddled with a few of the knobs on the sound board.
The three of us went through the rest of the songs, playing each of them to perfection. By the time we were done, it was a little past four. Edric ran a hand over his brow while Boscha started to leave the room. "Great job guys." I muttered, following after Boscha.
I put my guitar back in its case, setting the new strings on top of it. I thought about it for a moment, considering restringing it now, but I shook my head and closed the case. Right now, I just wanted to wrap up the day.
Taking my case off the table, I followed Boscha into the sound room, finding her leaning against the wall. "How you doing?" She asked me, eyeing me up and down for a moment.
"Fine." I muttered, setting my guitar case in its place. The teal lights of the room flickered for a moment, making the two of us look up at them before back at each other. "What about you?"
"I can't tell if you're trying to take this conversation off of you or not." She muttered with a chuckle, softly shaking her head.
"I'm genuinely curious." I said, starting to leave the room. Boscha followed after me, closing the door behind her. She quickly appeared by my side and the two of us started to walk down the hallway to my room.
"Well, I'm okay I guess." She shrugged, then gave me a bit of a nudge. "But what about you? After everything that happened yesterday and everything now..." Boscha trailed off as we approached my door. "Dork den?"
"Blame my siblings." I muttered, opening the door. Stepping inside my room, I made sure to close the door behind Boscha when she walked in. She moved over to my desk, glancing at herself in the mirror. "But to answer your question, I'm... gods I don't even know."
Moving over to my cot, I sat down and ran my hands over my face, pulling slightly at the skin. I could see Boscha glance over at me from in the mirror, then she turned her gaze back to herself. "How much sleep did you get last night?"
"Great question." I let out a chuckle, laying down on the cot with both of my hands over my stomach. "Why do you want to know?" I turned my head in her direction, watching her turn around to face me.
"Cause honestly, all of what's going on isn't good for any of us. Especially you." She pointed towards me, pulling out my chair and sitting in it backwards. "You're the one who's been through the most... well, besides Luz."
When she mentioned Luz, I felt myself tense up. "Yeah..." I muttered, turning my gaze to the ceiling. Boscha started tapping on the chair, probably still staring at me.
"Amity..." She started, making my ears twitch. "You know you can bail on this show, no one here would blame you. And to be honest, it'd probably be the best thing to do." I could feel my throat tighten, my hands playing with the fabric on my shirt.
"I can't just bail." I chuckled, turning my head in her direction. "Do you know how fast the fans would riot? How quick those stadium owners would spread a bad word about us? I'm not letting my emotions ruin our reputation Boscha."
"The fans would be fine, we'd just explain what's going on. And the stadium owners? Who's gonna care about what they have to say once we tell the public what happened yesterday? And honestly Amity, which would ruin our rep more? Us bailing on a show, or you not being able to complete one?"
"I'll be able to complete the show." I muttered, my grip tightening on my shirt. "I may blow up in the stadium manager's face the moment we set foot there, but I'll be able to get through it."
"Are you sure about that?" I didn't give an answer, instead, I sat up and turned to face our bassist, noticing the concerned look that was etched on her face. "Amity, I know you're basically doing all of this out of spite, but you can tap out."
"I don't need to. I'm not going to. They want us to do a show, and I'm gonna give it to them. They'll just have to deal with the little gifts we're gonna leave behind." I stood up, stretching my arms out slightly before moving towards the door. Behind me, I could hear Boscha sigh, then stand up, the chair scraping against the floor.
"There's no way to convince you not to do this, is there?" I turned back to face her, watching her shove her hands in her pockets. I shook my head, making her sigh again. "I worry for you some days, I really do. But... I'm not gonna be left out of all the fun. I'm gonna go talk to your siblings, help them out with your plan."
Giving her half of a smile, I slowly made my way out the door. I passed through the main room, finding my siblings both on their scrolls while Matt was nowhere to be found. "Hey, there you two are!" Emira chirped, making Edric look up. "What're you guys gonna do now?"
I hesitated for a moment, folding my arms over my chest before looking down. "I'm... gonna go see Luz." My siblings glanced at one another, then back to me. "I don't know if you guys have any other plans, but you can come with me if you want."
My brother was about to chime it, but Emira gave him a nudge, keeping him quiet. "Just, give us a call if anything happens sis." She said, her voice soft. I gave her a nod, then slowly started to make my way to the door. Giving everyone a wave goodbye, I went out the door and closed it behind me.
Letting out a sigh, I started to make my way to the hospital. Wringing my hands together, I tried to keep my mind clear, trying to think of something other than what happened yesterday. Most of the walk was a blur, that is, until I made it towards the edge of the market.
The market was bustling with life, like always. But today, there were some familiar faces trying to quickly trying to leave the crowd. "Eda come on!" A squeaky voice hissed, belonging to King, who scampered out from in between two stands, quickly followed by a tiny owl and the owl lady herself.
"Pipe down you pipsqueak! I'm already hunted down by the guards enough as is, if they found out about this..." She floated two satchels behind her, one green one that was filled to the brim with human items, and the other was a blue color, but was slowly forming red splotches.
I stood frozen in place, watching the witch and demon argue for a moment before I cleared my throat. King jumped in surprise, instantly trying to hide behind Eda's leg while she started to draw a spell, but stopped when she realized who I was.
"She's gonna sell us out!" I could hear King hiss, but Eda gave him a little nudge, shutting him up. She gave me a little wave, putting on a lopsided smile.
"Hey there kiddo! What're you doing around here?" The owl lady asked me, subtly trying to hide the blue satchel behind her. I glanced down at the satchel for a moment, then noticed how Eda's hands were bloody and bruised.
"I'm... going out to see Luz." Her eyes widened at the mention of her student, but she just nodded. "What are you doing?" Looking up at her face, I noticed the smeared bit of red under her nose.
"Nothing that worries you!" King snapped, pointing a finger up at me. Eda instantly glared down at him, making the tiny demon back down. "I, I mean, you don't have to worry about it!" He tried to say, struggling to save his skin.
"Can it King." She hissed before sighing, then turning to me. "But he's right, you don't have to worry about what I'm doing. I'm just taking care of something." Her voice dripped with venom. Eda popped her fingers, giving a rough kick to the blue satchel. Whatever was inside the satchel let out a low groan, making Eda's eyes flicker with nervousness, but only for a moment. "Now, if you'll excuse me kid, I've got to go before some guards show up and catch me."
She gave me a salute, then turned on her heel to leave, King trotting after her. "Wait!" Eda froze, turning her head to face me. "Is... is it...?" I pointed towards the blue bag, giving her a look I knew she'd recognize.
Her eyes glanced down at the bag for a moment, then back up at me. I could see the fire that was lit in her eyes, the anger hiding behind it all. She gave me a short nod.
I looked down at the bag, feeling my breathing get heavy. With shaking hands, I slowly clenched them into fists, feeling my anger boiling up. As hard as I could, I gave a rough kick to the bag, hearing something crack when I hit it.
The satchel let out a loud yelp in pain, soft whimpers following after. I then looked up at the owl lady, giving her a nod, then miming me zipping my lips closed. She let out a chuckle, then gave me a smile before turning around and heading in the direction of the owl house, both of the satchels floating behind her.
Staring at her walk away for a minute, I then let out a shaky breath, letting my hands loose. Turning around, I continued on my walk to the healers, letting my thoughts wander on what the owl lady was going to do to that satchel.
Walking into the hospital, I went up towards one of the healers. "I'm here for the human." I said, knowing they probably wouldn't know Luz by name. The healer's eyes lit up for a moment, then he motioned me towards Luz's room.
I thanked him, then slowly walked towards Luz's room, noting the bustling healers that passed by me that were missing last night. Walking up to her door, I glanced at the clipboard that still hung on her door, the message on it echoing in my mind.
Opening the door, I slowly walked into the room. It was quiet, Luz's steady breathing being the only thing I could faintly hear. That familiar, tight feeling reformed in my chest, tears already welling in my eyes. Quickly rubbing them away, I moved over to Luz's side.
"Hey Luz, I'm back." I muttered, pulling a seat closer to her. Resting my hand on top of her's once again, I noticed she felt warmer than she did last night. "I'm sorry it took so long..." My ears slowly went down as I struggled to think of something else to say.
Staring at her face, I noticed her bangs hanging over her eyes. Carefully, I brought a hand up to her face, running my fingers through her bangs. They were still surprisingly soft, making a ghost of a grin appear on my lips.
My mind jumped back to the clipboard and its message. "Under no circumstances, do not use any healing spells on the patient." I let out a shaky sigh as the thought stayed bold in my mind. I continued to run my fingers through her hair with one hand as I raised my other hand.
"Just one spell..." I mumbled, staring at her face as my finger traced out a spell. "Just one spell wouldn't hurt you, right?" I continued to trace out the spell, tears blurring my vision.
Doing this would bring her back, she would be okay. She'd open her eyes and be completely healed, like nothing ever happened. Like she wasn't hurt.
It'd just take one simple spell.
Just one.
I paused right before the spell would be complete, my hand shaking so bad that I couldn't hold it still if I tried. Letting out the breath I didn't know I was holding, I wiped away the spell and put my hand back down over hers.
"I can't." I could barely say, my voice was shaking so bad. "I can't. If I did that and it hurt you, I wouldn't forgive myself." My hand that was running through her hair trailed down till it was cupping her cheek.
And for a moment, I swore she leaned into my touch.
"You're gonna be okay right Luz?" I asked, knowing I wouldn't get an answer. A yawn rose from my throat, but I ignored my brain's demand for sleep. "You'll wake up soon, right?"
There was no response.
I softly ran my thumb over her cheek, swallowing down the lump in my throat. These were the best healers in the Boiling Isles, they'd make sure she'd be okay, yet a small thought in the back of my mind kept barking that something could go wrong.
"So please... Luz wake up."