Chapter seven: blanking out

Reginald came into the cafeteria slightly late, a mischievous smile on his face.

"Did you get it?" Matsu asked hopefully.

Reginald just smiled and past something over to Nights.

Nights looked down and smiled, "You think it's enough for all of us?"

"Well if it's not," Reginald said happily, "We don't have to give any to Matsu."

Nights, Reginald and E.C. laughed.

"That's not nice," Matsu crossed his arms and pouted.

Nights laughed, "Come on Matsu, you know were just kidding."

"Look Nights I've been practicing," E.C. held a hand up and concentrated on her milk carton. A bright, pink, light wrapped around the carton, and it lightly floated a few inches off the table.

Nights started to feel dizzy as he looked at E.C.'s aura, it pulsed and faded, Nights smiled and reached his hand out to touch it. A shock went through his finger into his whole body, E.C.'s hand stung violently; the milk carton fell and spilled onto the table.

"What happened?" Matsu asked, jumping away from the table before the milk spilled onto his lap.

"My hand," E.C. looked at her hand in horror, "I can't feel my hand!"

Matsu helped her up, "Come on I'll take you to a healer."

Matsu and E.C. walked out of the room, and Reginald looked at Nights, who was sucking on his burning finger, trying to remember why it was burning.

"I hope you're happy," Reginald said angrily, "E.C. might not be able to use that hand ever again, no thanks to you!"

Nights had just shook the last of the haze from his mind and saw that Matsu and E.C. were gone, "Where's E.C. and Matsu, I thought E.C. was going to show me what she had been practicing."

"You're amazing," Reginald said furiously, "she did show you, but you just had to go and stick your finger into her aura charge and damage her hand, you think that's funny don't you, well its not," Reginald jumped off the bench of the table, "I'm going to see if E.C.'s o.k." Reginald scuttled off, leaving Nights alone.

"What happened?" Nights said to himself, then he got up and fallowed Reginald.

E.C. sat on a chair watching Teara massage ointment into the skin of her numb hand.

"Make sure you come back in a week so I can treat you again," Teara said wrapping a bandage around E.C.'s hand, "and if it doesn't get better after two weeks go to master."

"O.k." E.C. looked at Matsu, who smiled comfortingly.

The door of the healers chamber opened, and Reginald scuttled angrily in followed by a confused and anxious Nights.

"You are impossible," Reginald was saying, "you're pretending like it never happened."

"I didn't say it didn't happen," Nights said timidly, "I said I don't remember it ever happening."

"Oh so you just blanked out then," Reginald said sarcastically, "that makes perfect sense, because you're just blanking out allover the place!"

Nights shuffled his feet sheepishly, "actually I have been blanking out a lot lately."

"Really," Teara went over to Nights, "Here let me look at you," she held her hand out, but Nights slapped it away, suddenly furious, "don't touch me; master says I'm fine, everything's going to be fine!"

"Nights," E.C. looked at nights in shock, "What's wrong, you're acting very un-Nights like."

Nights shook his head, and looked up at E.C., "I-I…I didn't mean…"

Everyone looked at Nights worriedly.

"Maybe you should go see master," Teara said fretfully.

"Yeah I guess," Nights turned and floated out the door, something in the back of his head told him master wasn't going to help him, but he pushed it away, master will help me, he always dose, master is good to me.