A/N: Her name is Rachelle. It is pronounced Ra-shell.
They had been traveling for days. They were almost to the next facility. Charlie heard her voice. Soft. Cooing.
"So, we are exactly two hours away from the next camp. Are we going to move the dragons tonight?"
"Yeah, if we can, I want to get home as soon as possible," he said answer her unsaid question.
They arrived at the facility precisely when Rachelle said they would.
"All right! Ridgbacks over there!" Charlie yelled. "Horntails over here! Make sure that those ropes are nice and tight! We don't want anyone to get loose!"
What happened next was just what Charlie was trying to avoid. One of the Hungarian Horntails had gotten away from its care taker and had made a bee line for Charlie.
"CHARLIE! WATCH OUT!" He heard several people call, but was knocked over before he could do anything about it. The Horntail was breathing fire as it went, so Charlie was burnt badly on one arm. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was a beautiful face framed by wavy blonde hair that looked as if she had just taken it out of a braid.
"I think he's coming to," Rachelle said. "Charlie? Are you awake yet?"
"Waaa?" Charlie asked in a groggy voice.
"I asked if you were awake yet," Rachelle replied with a chuckle.
"Yeah... I'm up. What's the matter? Why is everyone crowded around me? Why am I here?..." Charlie rambled.
"Charlie. Calm down," Rachelle ordered. "Will all of you please leave us alone? We need to discuss the day's events, if you don't mind."
Everyone turned to exit the room. Rachelle turned back to Charlie and continued to explain what happened.
"Charlie, you were... um... not exactly attacked by a Hungarian Horntail, but you were defiantly trampled by one. You have several severe burns and a few broken bones. I wanted to wait until you woke up to fix the bones," she stated.
"What about the burns? Can't you do anything to fix them?" Charlie asked anxiously. He was used to being burnt, but not as severely as this. He felt as though he were about to crumple to pieces because of his burns.
"I'm afraid not. That was one of the few things that magic cannot cure. Burns, unless very minute, are impossible to cure until they have healed properly by themselves first," Rachelle explained as she watched Charlie's face grow more and more depressed. "It's not that bad, Charlie," she said.
Charlie gave her a look that said it was that bad. Hurriedly, she started talking again. "Look. We will be able to move you in about three days, and then I will accompany you back to your home to make sure that you get the proper care that yo need."
Charlie stared at her as she walked away.
"She must be mad!" He thought to himself. "If Mum sees her with me... I will never get out of the house alive! She will think I am bringing a girl home just like she wanted! I can't let that happen!"