It sounded like they were speaking underwater. When I finally made out what they were saying, I opened my eyes. A frizzy-haired old nun hovered over me, dabbing my head with a damp cloth. “You don’t do anything small, do you?” Al asked. She patted my head again, and I realized that I was covered in sweat. Moving slowly I felt the bandages on my arms. Scanning the room, I looked for Collin, but he wasn’t there. Al answered before I could ask, “He’s fine. You’re the one who took the brunt of it. We bandaged you up. Collin went to go get something to heal those wounds, since I don’t have a healer here right now.” Sadness stirred through the pain. Shannon was their healer. My voice rasped as I spoke, “Something went wrong.” I tried to sit up. Al gently helped me. “The pain was much…more.” My hand gently touched my chest where the agony from the sapphire serum was the greatest. It was then I realized that I was wearing a sweat shirt. Someone changed me while I was passed out.
