.Elphaba woke with a start a few hours later. She looked around her; they were in an alleyway, with they meaning her, Boq, and Fiyero. Boq was sitting against a wall, stuffing Fiyero's body back with straw and sewing up holes he had in his body. When she sat up, they both smiled with relief.
"Elphie," shouted Fiyero as he tried to escape Boq's hard grip to hug her.
"Sit still you idiot," said Boq, "Do you want me to tear your back!"
Fiyero slipped out of Boq's grasp and hugged Elphaba. She was so confused; What had happened? I don't remember anything for the past few hours. Did I pass out? Where's Seymour?
Elphaba began to push Fiyero away. He looked at her, confused, before she asked with concern and fright, "What happened? Why do you two look so concerned and worried, and what are you staring at Boq?"
Boq quickly averted his glance from her new disfiguring scar across the right side of her face. I can't tell her, not yet…
Fiyero let out a deep sigh and recounted what had happened over the past few hours. When he finished, he looked up to see she was balling her eyes out. He tried to comfort her, but she pushed him away. The guilt of what happened engulfed her as she put her hands over her face to hide her shame. That's when she felt it…
She ran her jade-colored hand over the right side her face again, feeling the rough unevenness which had not been there before. She looked all around her in the alley and saw a small dumpster. She quickly got up, ignoring her fatigue and dizziness, and rushed over to it, rummaging through it in search of a mirror. Before Fiyero or Boq could stop her, she found a small hand mirror that had been thrown away and gazed at her new reflection.
The once soft, smooth green skin on the right side of her face had been morphed into a hideous deformity; her right eye was held loosely in a socket that was too large, encircling the eye with a dark circle. A dark red gash stretched across her face, through her eye, and down the other side of her cheek. Pulsating veins had been etched into the upper right-hand quarter of her face and deep ridges outlined her cheek bone.
She let out a shriek and threw the mirror against the wall, shattering it. Tears continued to streak down her face as picked up the Grimmerie, which was even dustier and dirtier then normal, after being buried in the rubble of Mushnik's Flower Shop.
"Fae," said Fiyero as he tried to pull her away from the book. "You've strained yourself too much already!! You'll have to wait, to make sure you don't make it worse! If you try to heal it, you could end up dying!!"
With that, she capitulated, pushed him away, and slowly flipped through the book slowly to a specific page. She looked at the spell, closed her eyes, rotated her right wrist, snapped her fingers, and a small puff of red smoke appeared. She reached her hand into it and pulled out a white porcelain half-mask. She placed it over the scar, and to Fiyero and Boq's surprise, fit perfectly and stuck without any strings.
She let out a deep sigh and coolly said, "Come. We have more people to meet."