Ch 13!
"Professor, what should we do?" Blossom asked as she sat on her bed; Bubbles beside her resting her head on a blue pillow.
"It's a family matter, sweetie. Best we stay out of it," he replied, uncertain of his decision. In the back of his mind he felt the same as Blossom.
"Something must be done!" Blossom announced, slamming a fist into her other hand.
"You DID see what Cham did to her... right?" Squeaked out Bubbles.
"Yeah, professor. He punched her down. And hard! We must take action and put a stop to it!" Blossom shouted.
"This was probably the first time he would've done this. Be reasonable girls." Professor said, trying to be rational.
"You heard him. He wasn't finished punishing her." Bubbles told him.
"Please, girls, think. You're much older now and know that you can't just fight people. Physically that is." He reminded them.
"But..." Bubbles started.
"No buts. Until we find out more, we can't battle with him. Parents have all sorts of dealing with their children and it's not our job to interfere. If we all agree later on that abuse is taking place, we will do something. Just give it some time." He decided.
The two powerpuffs gave each other uncertain looks.
"And that's final." Added the professor.
"Okay..." they agreed unhappily.
"Good, now get some sleep you two. Breakfast is early here." He said as he placed his head down on his pillow. (He was already in his bed. Which is right next to the girls'.)
"I wonder where Bzema is now?" Blossom thought out loud, not too much later, to herself.
"I hope she's okay." Bubbles added, hearing Blossom.
Rezla tiptoed into the room and knelt down in front of the near unconscious body.
"Do not worry, my friend. I shall help you." She whispered to Bzema. "Miss?" No answer. "Bzema!"
"Wha-? Who is out there?!" Yelled out Cham's irate voice from his room. (Near the dining room.)
Rezla covered her mouth quickly and waited a few moments until she was sure he had gone back to sleep. She breathed a sigh of relief and put a damp washcloth (also imported) onto Bzema's forehead, which she brought in with her.
Bzema groaned faintly and feebly. She fluttered her eyes open a little, "Rez..? (cough.)"
"Shh, my sweet Bzema." Rezla said tenderly.
Bzema nodded weakly and strained to get up. Rezla gently pulled her up, putting the washcloth aside.
Bzema moaned loudly in alarm as she fell down suddenly.
"Oh!" Rezla gasped.
Her friend shook her head and, putting her hands on her knees, heaved herself up slowly.
"Good... good. Now let us take our leave. Come to my room for the night." Rezla instructed as she put an arm around Bzema to help her walk.
Bzema nodded and left the dark room stumbling along side her.