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[Palladium]

Palladium frowned as he looked at Christine and then over at the partially open door. With a sigh, he replied, "I don't understand why Nurse Ofelia hasn't arrived yet . . . I told her it was urgent." Furrowing his brow, Palladium continued, "I suppose I could use a bit of magic to heal your leg, though. What do you say? Would you prefer magic to medicine, Christine?"

[Chris Strongheart]

"Medicine will take too long," Christine said quietly. "I'll go with the magic." She closed her eyes, trying to keep the pain at bay. She opened her eyes a bit and pain was reflected in them. "Will the healing get rid of the bruising as well?"

[Palladium]

As he knelt before Christine's leg, Palladium nodded as he replied, "Absolutely. After I cast a healing spell on you, you'll be as good as new." Holding his hands over her broken leg, Palladium quietly chanted a spell, causing a warm glow to slowly emanate from his palms. After several moments more, Palladium stood up and said, "There you go, Christine - all set. How do you feel?"

[Chris Strongheart]

Christine closed her eyes and did a mental check. Everything was in place and everything was feeling better. Her eyes opened and smiled. "Better, thank you." She blushed a bit. "Um.. I don't suppose I could find a change of clothing somewhere? I want to burn this dress later." She gave him a small tight smile. "Too bad I can't come up with a spell to cause me to forget the events of the last couple of hours."

Tears streaked down her face as she thought about Sky. There just had to be a way to reach him.

[Palladium]

"Hmm," Palladium responded as he rubbed his chin in thought. "I suppose you could always borrow something from another student . . . ah, I have it. Stella. I'm sure she'll have something in her closet that will suit you; isn't that right, Stella?"

[Stella]

"What?" Stella responded, vaguely hearing her name being spoken. Very much still out of it, Stella tilted her head and asked groggily, "Did I hear something about clothes?" Lifting a finger, she muttered, "Because if there is one thing I know it's clothes. I am the queen of couture." Pushing herself to her feet, Stella giggled as she nearly toppled over. "If I didn't know better I'd say that my balance was off."

[Chris Strongheart]

"That's probably because Sky hit you in the back of the head," Christine said, feeling a slight headache forming. Not to mention, heartache. "I had remarked that I would love a change of clothing so I could burn this dress and the professor said you might have something that could fit me..."

[Stella]

"Oh!" Stella replied, her voice oddly loud. "Well then, follow me and I will show you the most amazing wardrobe anyone has ever had the privilege of laying their eyes upon." Walking determinedly toward the door, Stella's perception unfortunately was still quite distorted - causing her to walk right smack into the wall.

"Oomph," she muttered under her breath as she slowly sank to the ground. "On second thought, maybe I shouldn't get up just yet." Curling up in a ball, Stella murmured, "I think I'll just go back to sleep . . ."

[Chris Strongheart]

Christine winced in sympathy pain when Stella walked into a wall. 'That had to hurt,' she thought. She turned her head to look at the professor. "She'll be okay, right?" she asked, concern coloring her voice. Silently, she stood up and made her way to the window and looked out. Her right hand went up to clasp the locket that wasn't there anymore.

'Oh, Sky,' she thought, a single tear streaking down her face.