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"Is she alright Doctor?"
"I'm afraid not Quistis. She's got a mighty large gash through her torso, I healed her, but it seems to not have worked..."
"What d'you mean it didn't work?"
"I mean the wound is still wide open, there's still blood gushing out of it, that's what I mean."
Quistis frowned. There was no reason for this, Doctor Kadowaki had already used Curaga more than once on the girl, but her condition had not shown improvement, and it was already 8 in the morning.
"D'you have any idea what's wrong with her?" Quistis asked.
The doctor shook her head sadly.
"To be honest with you, I have no idea, but I plan to find out. However, I think that all that can be done for now has been done. I'm going to go back and consult a couple of good resources. I'll be back."
With that, Doctor Kadowaki walked back into her office, leaving Quistis to stare at the only other person in the room, the girl occupying the hospital bed in front of her. Eyebrows furrowed, Quistis approached the bedside and looked down at the girl. Pitch black hair hung loosely around her face and spilled onto her shoulders. Slender arms lay limp on top of her slim stomach. A stomach that was wrapped tightly in gauze in attempt to stem the flow of blood. The girl looked so pale from the blood loss, she could have easily been mistaken for a ghost.
"Ugghh..."
Quistis was jolted out of her observations as the girl groaned in pain. She watched as the girl's eyes opened, and Quistis stared into the unending blackness of her eyes. All she could see in those fathomless eyes was pain, anger, loneliness.
"Where..."
Quistis placed a hand lightly on the girl's shoulder, signaling for her to stop talking.
"Curaga."
A white glow enveloped the girl, making Quistis have to squint to see. She felt the magic flow from her fingertips and into the girl, but there was something else flowing from her. Looking down, she saw thin tendrils of green jumping from her hand to the girl's stomach, to the bloody gash. As those tendrils of energy jumped, Quistis felt as though part of her was going along with it, it felt as though she were being drained of all energy. The entire transfer of energy only lasted for about 10 seconds, but by the end of it, Quistis had sunk to the ground, unconscious.
* * *
She watched as woman called Quistis Trepe cast Curaga on her, but she knew it wouldn't work. This wound wasn't any ordinary one that could be easily healed by a spell or two, there was something else that prevented such things to work. She could feel the tug of something calling her back into unconsciousness, but she ignored it. She tried to warn Quistis, but she didn't have the strength. Just as she was about to be enveloped in blackness, she felt a strange wave of energy wash through her. Her eyes widened in surprise. The thing that had hurt her, it had said that the only person who could ever heal her was the one who could transfer their own energy to her, then the wound would heal. She thought it'd have been easy, just find someone willing to transfer a bit of energy to her, and she'd be as good as new. That is, until the monstrosity told her that there was only one person in the entire world who could do such a thing. And here the person was, Quistis Trepe. She felt the gash in her stomach seal up, she felt the blood flow through her body again, she felt her strength returning. Turning her head, she watched as Quistis fell to the ground.
"No!"
Bounding out of the bed, she knelt down beside Quistis and checked for a pulse. Lifting a shaking finger to Quistis' neck, she breathed again when she felt a light jumping underneath her finger. She stood up again, and looked around.
'I could just leave her here, disappear, act as though none of this had ever happened...' 'You can't do that, she just saved you. You have to take care of her now. And it's not like you could go back anyways.'
She sighed, she knew her conscience was right. But where to take her? She knew she was in some sort of hospital, but they wouldn't know what to do with Quistis, only she knew. They had a special bond between them now. She had part of Quistis in her, part of Quistis had been transferred into her. Suddenly, it clicked. She had some of Quistis' memories in her. Searching through them, she found out where Quistis lived. Smiling, she gently picked up the limp form the Quistis and started off.
"Is she alright Doctor?"
"I'm afraid not Quistis. She's got a mighty large gash through her torso, I healed her, but it seems to not have worked..."
"What d'you mean it didn't work?"
"I mean the wound is still wide open, there's still blood gushing out of it, that's what I mean."
Quistis frowned. There was no reason for this, Doctor Kadowaki had already used Curaga more than once on the girl, but her condition had not shown improvement, and it was already 8 in the morning.
"D'you have any idea what's wrong with her?" Quistis asked.
The doctor shook her head sadly.
"To be honest with you, I have no idea, but I plan to find out. However, I think that all that can be done for now has been done. I'm going to go back and consult a couple of good resources. I'll be back."
With that, Doctor Kadowaki walked back into her office, leaving Quistis to stare at the only other person in the room, the girl occupying the hospital bed in front of her. Eyebrows furrowed, Quistis approached the bedside and looked down at the girl. Pitch black hair hung loosely around her face and spilled onto her shoulders. Slender arms lay limp on top of her slim stomach. A stomach that was wrapped tightly in gauze in attempt to stem the flow of blood. The girl looked so pale from the blood loss, she could have easily been mistaken for a ghost.
"Ugghh..."
Quistis was jolted out of her observations as the girl groaned in pain. She watched as the girl's eyes opened, and Quistis stared into the unending blackness of her eyes. All she could see in those fathomless eyes was pain, anger, loneliness.
"Where..."
Quistis placed a hand lightly on the girl's shoulder, signaling for her to stop talking.
"Curaga."
A white glow enveloped the girl, making Quistis have to squint to see. She felt the magic flow from her fingertips and into the girl, but there was something else flowing from her. Looking down, she saw thin tendrils of green jumping from her hand to the girl's stomach, to the bloody gash. As those tendrils of energy jumped, Quistis felt as though part of her was going along with it, it felt as though she were being drained of all energy. The entire transfer of energy only lasted for about 10 seconds, but by the end of it, Quistis had sunk to the ground, unconscious.
* * *
She watched as woman called Quistis Trepe cast Curaga on her, but she knew it wouldn't work. This wound wasn't any ordinary one that could be easily healed by a spell or two, there was something else that prevented such things to work. She could feel the tug of something calling her back into unconsciousness, but she ignored it. She tried to warn Quistis, but she didn't have the strength. Just as she was about to be enveloped in blackness, she felt a strange wave of energy wash through her. Her eyes widened in surprise. The thing that had hurt her, it had said that the only person who could ever heal her was the one who could transfer their own energy to her, then the wound would heal. She thought it'd have been easy, just find someone willing to transfer a bit of energy to her, and she'd be as good as new. That is, until the monstrosity told her that there was only one person in the entire world who could do such a thing. And here the person was, Quistis Trepe. She felt the gash in her stomach seal up, she felt the blood flow through her body again, she felt her strength returning. Turning her head, she watched as Quistis fell to the ground.
"No!"
Bounding out of the bed, she knelt down beside Quistis and checked for a pulse. Lifting a shaking finger to Quistis' neck, she breathed again when she felt a light jumping underneath her finger. She stood up again, and looked around.
'I could just leave her here, disappear, act as though none of this had ever happened...' 'You can't do that, she just saved you. You have to take care of her now. And it's not like you could go back anyways.'
She sighed, she knew her conscience was right. But where to take her? She knew she was in some sort of hospital, but they wouldn't know what to do with Quistis, only she knew. They had a special bond between them now. She had part of Quistis in her, part of Quistis had been transferred into her. Suddenly, it clicked. She had some of Quistis' memories in her. Searching through them, she found out where Quistis lived. Smiling, she gently picked up the limp form the Quistis and started off.