Chapter 34

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. Determining by the chill of his side of the bed, Logan disappeared sometime during the early morning. I stretched out my entire body and dragged myself out of bed. I decided to take a shower before I started my day.

I grabbed a black tank top along with a gray zip up sweater that had a black gothic flower design on it along with the holes in the back for my wings. I grabbed a pair of jeans and walked into the bathroom.

I took a quick shower, if you didn't add the extra ten minutes of throwing up. I dried myself off and got dressed. I dried my hair and brushed my teeth. I left the bathroom and grabbed some socks. I left my room in search of some food. It was amazing that after throwing up my entire stomach, I could still eat food.

I walked into the kitchen to find Sarah already pigging out on lunch.

"You're here later than usual." I said.

"Yeah, my stomach didn't want me to leave my room this morning." she said.

"Yeah, I had an episode in the shower." I said.

"While in the shower? Wow, never had that one before. But I'm sure there is still time." she laughed.

"Oh believe me. You'll get it." I said. "What are you eating?"

"The usual." she said.

"Can I ?" I begged.

"Dig in!" she said.

I squealed and grabbed a spoon. I sat down next to her and dig in, stuffing my mouth.

The usual consisted of cookies n cream ice cream with Hershey's syrup.

"Oh, this hits the spot." I moaned.

"Mm hm." moaned Sarah.

"Well, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you girls are doing more than just eating ice cream." said Logan, walking into the kitchen.

"I would if I could." Sarah and I said in unison.

We both laughed as Logan shook his head humorously. He opened the fridge, searching for anything to eat.

"We have nothing to eat." he growled.

"Yes we do. You just have to make it." I said.

"Exactly." he retorted. "Last time I checked, I don't cook."

"Yes we all know that." I laughed.

"Watch it." he growled.

I only smiled and stuffed my mouth with more ice cream.

"Disgusting." he mumbled.

"Hey!" I yelled, ice cream still in my mouth.

"I'm just kidding baby." he said.

He leaned over and gave me a kiss.

"Mm." he said, licking his lips. "Cookies n Cream ice cream with Hershey's. Nice."

"I know." I smiled.


I spent the rest of the afternoon in the infirmary, helping kids with cuts and scrapes.

"You're gonna be just fine." I said to the little boy.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Tears were still in his eyes as I cleaned up a cut he got during basketball. He had blonde hair and the greenest eyes I had ever seen.

"Positive." I smiled.

I finished putting on a band-aid and cleaned up my mess. I picked him up and put him down.

"Now, go on and finish your game. I'm sure everyone's waiting for you." I said.

The boy only smiled wide, a few teeth missing, and then ran outside. I laughed to myself as I wrote down in his chart. I put his file back into the cabinet and sat down, my feet killing me.

I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, taking a deep breathe. I took of my shoes and put my feet up on my desk.

"Sleeping on the job. I should have you fired." said Sarah, walking into my office.

"Yea, yea. I had to sit down for a bit, my feet were killing me." I said.

"Oh me too." she said as she sat down in a chair across my desk and put her feet up.

We both sat, feet propped up, eyes closed, letting relaxation take over.

"So, what brings you to my domain." I said.

"Well, I was wondering if you would be willing to do an ultrasound." said Sarah.

"What!" I yelled, jumping up from my chair. "You want me to do your ultrasound?"

"Yea." she said.

I squealed as I jumped up and down, but instantly regretted it.

"Oh." I groaned as I grabbed my stomach and sat back down. "Remind me never to do that again."

"So when can you do it?" asked Sarah.

"Ugh, when my stomach stops jumping." I said.

Sarah laughed. We both sat quietly for a bit when there was a knock on my door.

"Come in." I said.

"Miss K?" said a little voice.

"Yes?" I asked.

A little girl with frizzy hair and glasses walked in, her head hanging low.

"I need some help." she said.

"Okay, follow me." I said as I walked towards the exam room. "Sarah, if you want to grab Ryan and meet me back here in 15 minutes, I'll do your ultrasound."

"Okay!" she yelled. She jumped up from the chair and raced out of my office.

"Alright, first off, what is your name?" I asked her nicely.

"Mara James." she said silently.

I walked over to my filing cabinet and pulled her file. I scanned over it to familiarize myself with her history.

"Okay, so what seems to be the problem?" I asked her.

She looked down and fiddled with her hands. She seemed to be a bit nervous to tell me.

"Mara, what's wrong honey?" I asked her.

She looked up at me with scared eyes. She took a deep breathe.

"Last night, I was walking around the gardens after dinner when, uh, I was grabbed from behind. I was blindfolded and beaten. I felt something break as I was thrown against a tree. They asked me questions that I didn't know the answers too." she cried.

I sat, stunned, mouth dropped open, to shocked to say anything. Mara sat on the exam table, tears falling from her eyes, scared out of her mind. I closed my mouth and rolled my chair closer to her.

"Have you told anyone else about this?" I asked her softly, running my hands through her hair.

"No." she cried.

"Alright, calm down. Let's check you out okay?" I asked her.

She only nodded her head as I stood up to grab a gown. I turned around as she changed. She sat back down on the bed and waited for me to grab my stuff.

"Okay, now, can you tell me where it hurts?" I asked her.

"My stomach." she said.

"Okay, can you lay down for me?" I asked her.

She layed down on the bed. I pushed my hands along her stomach.

"Does this hurt?" I asked her.

"No. It's farther up." she said.

I moved my hands up a bit higher, and pushed around. She cried out in pain as I moved my hands to her side. I pulled away her gown to find black bruises wrapping around her abdomen. I lightly touched her ribs when I emitted another cry of pain from her.

"Does it hurt anywhere else Mara?" I asked her.

"My leg." she said.

I lifted up her leg onto the table and noticed her knee was relatively huge. I pushed my finger around her knee cap and felt fluid.

The girl was in bad shape. It would take longer than fifteen minutes to fix her up.

"Mara, can you lay here for me for two minutes? I will be right back to fix you up alright?" I told her.

She only nodded and laid back down.

I left the exam room and went into my office. I grabbed the phone and dialed Sarah's room number.

"Hey, Sarah. I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to do your ultrasound today. I'm kind of tied up with Mara. No, I'll explain it all later. Okay, sorry. Alright, bye." I hung up.

I took a deep breathe and let it out as I walked back into the exam room.

"Okay Mara, you have some broken ribs, along with some fluid in your knee. Know, what we're gonna do is I'm going to get some x-ray's of your ribs, to see exactly what's broken, and then I am going to drain the fluid from your knee. Know you're gonna have to stay in bed for awhile, to let yourself heal. Okay?" I told her.

"Okay." she whimpered.

"Mara, would it be okay if we told the professor?" I asked her.

"I don't wanna tell him." I said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"I don't want to get anyone hurt." she said.

"Mara, if we don't tell the professor, then more people will get hurt. It's better to let him know, that way we can get to the bottom of whatever is happening around here." I said.

She looked at me with fright in her eyes, but when she noticed the sincerity and concern in my eyes, she agreed.

"Okay." she said.

"Good. Now, I want you to lay here, and try not to move. I'm gonna get some x-rays." I said.

I finished with her x-ray's and removed the fluid from her knee. I got her talking about her childhood. Where she grew up, what her mutation was, I even got her to laugh a few times. I put her in a bed and set her up with an IV. I made sure she was comfortable and gave her a sedative, just to make sure she slept.

I sat in my office, pouring over he file, making sure everything that she said and everything that happened to her was stated correctly.

I was going to tell the professor as soon as I had everything in order. It was going to be a long day.