-Kyra Teal-
The leaders started to leave after two hours, irritated by the manner of which the big situations are being handled. "Thank the Gods," Amos praised for a second. "I feel like crap."
"Amos, what happened?" Carter asked immediately as I urged Jaz to go down the stairs, me following close behind.
"Long story, I'm just exhausted and sore," He tried to reassure, but found a hard time standing.
"Not just that, you're still struggling to breathe," Jaz continued. "When I say you shouldn't move, that means you don't fucking move, got it? You should be dead with how badly your organs are pressed against each other. I'm surprised none of them have burst yet."
Amos gave a nervous laugh. "I couldn't let Carter and Sadie get chewed out during this meeting," He started.
"You should have, you insistent brat," I snarled. "I even thought up a good enough excuse for you being gone."
"Hold on, what happened?" Sadie asked again.
"Not a good time to be asking," Jaz informed. "Carter, want to help me get him to his room?"
Carter obviously agreed and they led Amos to his old room, Sadie and I following slowly behind them. They gently got him on the bed and Jaz immediately went to checking his condition, hand over his head for a few seconds. "You strained yourself further with this little stunt you wished to pull," she confirmed angrily. "Not like my job was going to be difficult beforehand."
"You think you can space them out a little more?" I worried. "Without causing any more problems to his list, of course."
"She can," Amos reassured.
"And how the hell would you know?" I snapped.
"Uh, yeah, I'm not certain I can do it properly myself," Jaz admitted.
"Being pompous has its luck sometimes," Carter started. "You're a fantastic healer, you can do this."
Jaz sighed. "Okay, I need everyone out of here," she finalized.
