When Carlos woke up, he felt a heavy pressure on his chest and he was unable to breath. It was like one of his attacks, but worse. He sat up and pulled his knees to his chest and buried his face between them, attempting to calm his breathing, but failing considering how high his anxiety was at the moment. This is how the teen's friends found him, led by Zarian who claimed to sense his distress.
"Carlos, you okay?" Jay asked the trembling boy, cautiously keeping his distance. Carlos looked up, causing the others to gasp, at his face which was swollen and scared around his left eye.
"You're alive," He wheezed, trembling.
"Of course I- is that what he made you see?" Carlos only nodded, then choked back a sob,
"He's going to send us back."
"What? Of course not!" Ben exclaimed.
"I was bad. I used magic to... kill." He insisted, between breaths.
"You did it for good," Evie told him.
"Where a-are they? Where is sh-sh-she?" Carlos whispered, shaking harder now.
"That's being taken care of. Not for any of you to worry about." FGM proclaimed, walking in with a healer, "Oh dear. Your face!"
"I thought you said he could heal himself!" Evie scowled at Zarian.
"He did... Any scars left were left there by his magic." Though no one else paid this exchange any mind considering the bigger problem at hand.
"Dear, you need to take off your shirt, so we can examine you, " FGM explained to him patiently.
"No." Carlos insisted, hugging himself tighter.
"We must. You will have to stay here until we do." She threatened.
"Fine," he mumbled, "But only Jay, Mal and Evie can stay." It looked like Ben was about to protest, but Mal pushed him back and he ushered Dough and Zarian out with him. When he took off his shirt, FGM almost passed out, but his three friends barely grimaced, somehow, they'd seen him worse. The entire right side of his chest was black as if someone had covered him in char and ash, his veins were slightly raised, and there were the newly added scars from the wood, but for the most part they were all old injuries. There was dried blood covering his torso, due to the fact he that he hadn't washed yet, but still, he'd been worse.
"Dear!" FGM gasped.
"You can't heal it. It goes away on its own." After talking to the healer and the headmistress for no more than 3 minutes, they were dismissed. Carlos quickly wiped himself off and put on the outfit that Evie had somehow known to bring down, then stood up, wobbling slightly, and left the room with his friends.