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“Lie down,” one of the nurses urged. “You shouldn’t try to move with all your injuries.” “Leave her,” Pilar responded. “You better now?” “Some…” Lucille nodded, but refused to lie down again. She was much more interested in the numerous wounds covering her body that the mist worked furiously to repair. She opened her mouth to ask exactly what had happened, but the sparkling blue air drifted up her nose and washed over her tongue. The quick tingling in the back of her throat nearly made her choke. She’d forgotten the healing mist of the orb worked inside the host as well as outside. It did a freaking thorough job too. She could feel it searching down and throughout her body for something to repair, like dozens of tiny worms slithering beneath her skin. It was, hands down, the weirdest thing she’d ever felt, and she doubted she would ever get used to it. After spending a couple minutes near the tail of her spine, the mist climbed its way back up her throat and forced its way out of her mouth with a loud belch. Smaller wisps escaped her nostrils and eyes as well, the latter causing tears to form with momentary burning. In the next breath, the burning vanished, and Lucille wiped her eyes clear. The wisps rejoined the remaining mist that had worked its way down her legs and, with its job completed, dissipated into the air. Lucille exhaled gratefully before catching the astonished looks on the nurses’ faces. “So much better,” she rasped and then cleared her throat. “But seriously, how did I get here? Why was I so banged up?” “You got rammed by a Mack truck!” Pilar shouted. As if remembering where she was, she lowered her voice. “You don’t remember?” Lucille stared blankly at the white sheets covering her legs. She didn’t remember any truck. She didn’t even remember leaving the school’s parking lot. Yet, outside the hospital window, it was dark. She inhaled slowly and felt her bottom lip tremble. “How long was I out?” “Hours,” Pilar answered. “Around seven hours,” one of the nurses clarified while rounding the bed to check on Valeria. “Can that ball thing help heal her too?” At first glance, Lucille feared the worst and wondered if all of them were just as banged up. “Is she okay?!” Pilar carefully grabbed her sister’s arm. “You’re the first one to wake up. Everyone else is still unconscious.” Lucille glanced at the orb. She brought it up to eye level and gazed at the sparkling blue waves swirling within. “Except Rondrio…” she muttered. Her gaze shifted to her sister. “Rondrio’s orb should work for him too!” Lucille quickly peeked under her sheets. “Where are my clothes?” Stepping aside, Pilar nodded over her shoulder at the pile of ripped, bloody material clumped in the brown, leather seat near the bed. Lucille’s eyes widened. She swiftly tossed aside the bed sheet and yanked up her uncomfortable hospital gown. Not a single bruise in sight. She wished she could’ve seen how badly her body had looked before the orb had done its job. Though, staring at Valeria again gave her a good idea of how much trouble they’d been in.