Neep! For those who wish Brittany would use her powers, she is a savant. That's it. As for her time discs, she calls them up by 'book magic' (you know, stuff you learn from a book), not an acutual power.
I had called my friend Damia and she came to take me to the hospital.
"How on Earth did you manage all this?" she asked. I didn't want to answer but just then I thought of the perfect thing to say.
"A little explosion in the lab. I kind of mixed the wrong two chemicals." I replied. Damia hated chemistry, I knew because I had helped her pass.
"Well, I can't leave you lying here. Why didn't you call an ambulance?" Damia asked carrying me to her car. She lay me in the backseat and then drove to the hospital.
"I thought I was better than I was." I replied, wincing as the car went over a bump.
"Sorry." she said "I'll try and watch that."
"That's alright. I'll be fine." I replied.
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I was lying in a hospital bed with my ribs bandaged and my wrist in a cast. I had broken it either by finding a way to a phone or by getting to the door, I wasn't really sure. -Just my luck I write with that arm.- I thought.
"The doctor says you'll be fine Brittany. You just need to rest." Damia had gone to get me something to eat since I hadn't had supper and I was feeling pretty hungry.
"Can you read my mind?" I asked, half afraid and hal hoping.
"No. You know I'm only empathic." Damia replied. "Why?"
"I...I was just curious." I said. Thankfully the doctor came in.
"Brittany, I'd like to talk to you alone, if you wouldn't mind." he looked at Damia. She left.
"Brittany, I'm worried about you. Why didn't your father help you here? And where was he when you... What did you say happened to you again?" He paused and I explained it to him. "When the chemicals exploded, where was you father?"
"I don't know where he was. That's why I called Damia."
"Brittany, I'm going to have to call your father." he said.
"No!" I bit my lip and shut up.
"Why not?" he asked, one eyebrow raised quizically.
"He'll be angry with me. He's warned me not to work in the lab without supervision." I said meekly.
"I'm sure he'll more likely be pleased to see you're safe and sound. Any reprimand is sure to be dulled by that."
Oh if only he knew! Don't despair! Brittany may have fallen on hard times, but things will look up. I promise. (although that won't be right away)
I had called my friend Damia and she came to take me to the hospital.
"How on Earth did you manage all this?" she asked. I didn't want to answer but just then I thought of the perfect thing to say.
"A little explosion in the lab. I kind of mixed the wrong two chemicals." I replied. Damia hated chemistry, I knew because I had helped her pass.
"Well, I can't leave you lying here. Why didn't you call an ambulance?" Damia asked carrying me to her car. She lay me in the backseat and then drove to the hospital.
"I thought I was better than I was." I replied, wincing as the car went over a bump.
"Sorry." she said "I'll try and watch that."
"That's alright. I'll be fine." I replied.
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I was lying in a hospital bed with my ribs bandaged and my wrist in a cast. I had broken it either by finding a way to a phone or by getting to the door, I wasn't really sure. -Just my luck I write with that arm.- I thought.
"The doctor says you'll be fine Brittany. You just need to rest." Damia had gone to get me something to eat since I hadn't had supper and I was feeling pretty hungry.
"Can you read my mind?" I asked, half afraid and hal hoping.
"No. You know I'm only empathic." Damia replied. "Why?"
"I...I was just curious." I said. Thankfully the doctor came in.
"Brittany, I'd like to talk to you alone, if you wouldn't mind." he looked at Damia. She left.
"Brittany, I'm worried about you. Why didn't your father help you here? And where was he when you... What did you say happened to you again?" He paused and I explained it to him. "When the chemicals exploded, where was you father?"
"I don't know where he was. That's why I called Damia."
"Brittany, I'm going to have to call your father." he said.
"No!" I bit my lip and shut up.
"Why not?" he asked, one eyebrow raised quizically.
"He'll be angry with me. He's warned me not to work in the lab without supervision." I said meekly.
"I'm sure he'll more likely be pleased to see you're safe and sound. Any reprimand is sure to be dulled by that."
Oh if only he knew! Don't despair! Brittany may have fallen on hard times, but things will look up. I promise. (although that won't be right away)