Kris Stared in horror at the blinding light of the Terra Volta Reactor Core, her bubble had faded just moments before Pluto bridged the unbridled power of the nuclear furnace before her, and channeled the energy through her radiologically based powers to the source of her disease. The crystalized chemicals that caused Grier's Syndrome were rendered inert, and her head had grown "silent." She had turned to look at and thank Pluto for her good deed, but instead watched in horror as the green haired girl screamed as in agony beyond anything Kris could imagine, and vaporized, before being sucked into the process at play in the core.
HEAT
Dazed, Kris wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she finally stood, and looked around. Some of the skyraiders were already decomposing rapidly. Something warm trickled over the teen's lips. It was cool compared to the world around her, but tasted of the familiar taste of blood. Turning, she walked out, into the light of day. News crews were already there, hounding her with questions. How much time had passed?
COLD
The world was so cold, out here. Or was Kris just too hot? Hot... Yes. The reactor had been damaged. Her containment bubble had failed... Kris lept to the air, and flew as quickly as possible to the Green, and then to the Yellow, in Steel Canyon. She was sure she had said something on the Comm, but couldn't remember what it was. The world was somehow muted, and it made thinking difficult.
"GALAXY CITY. NEXT STOP: ATLAS PARK," Blared the mechanical voice on the train's PA system. "PLEASE STEP AWAY FROM THE DOORS, AS THEY ARE OPENING AND CLOSING! THANK YOU FOR USING THE PTA YELLOW LINE!"
The door opened, and there was Stasi. How did she do that? How did she know to be there? The pale Ice Tanker told Kris to follow, and she did as best as she was able. It was a clear sign to the redhead that she wasn't well, when she lept over the railing, following Stasis, and fell face first onto the concrete below. Getting up, she trotted staggeringly after her tall friend.
Would she have done the same as Pluto? Would Stasis have gone to her final death, and not said anything, other than to tell me to be strong, just before going into the damned place? I would. In a heartbeat, I would. But, I guess loving the world that much is just something we don't talk about.
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"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
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Kris sat upon the cool marble of the mausaleum where her father's belongings were stored in his memory, by the government, in Dark Astoria. She wished she knew which plaque was his, but she couldn't know. No one would say. In a way, it made things easier to care. Now all of the people inside were her father.
The arguing was just too much. It wasn't the emotions that upset her about arguing. It was the raised tones, the talking past each other, the secrets that had to be kept for whatever reason. She just wanted to talk to Angel, or be alone with Annie. But, everytime she had the chance, there was somebody not Angel. Not Annie. It was making the evening into hell.
A friend of hers died to make sure she could live. Kris wasn't sure how to handle that life fact, yet. But, it had already made its impact, despite what she was going to decide. This was an unfair burden, and there was no place to assign the blame. What was she going to do?
The arguing was just too much. It wasn't the emotions that upset her about arguing. It was the raised tones, the talking past each other, the secrets that had to be kept for whatever reason. She just wanted to talk to Angel, or be alone with Annie. But, everytime she had the chance, there was somebody not Angel. Not Annie. It was making the evening into hell.
A friend of hers died to make sure she could live. Kris wasn't sure how to handle that life fact, yet. But, it had already made its impact, despite what she was going to decide. This was an unfair burden, and there was no place to assign the blame. What was she going to do?
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
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The Next Day
8 am, the next day…..
Doc Syl didn’t know how she got constantly talked into the poker games with Freedom Corps medical, especially when they went to 4 in the morning. Didn’t they understand that she was practically a school teacher now? Smiling and shaking her head, Doctor Orson sipped at her morning coffee from the insulated mug she had won the night before.
“I may be a school teacher, but I still know a tell when I see it…”
Striding through the doors to the medical office, the 40-something doctor went to her desk, a smug look on her face as she remembered the looks on the spandex-jockeys when a high school physician cleared them out of their winnings.
“All right what do we have today…. It looks like Miranda is in for her checkup regarding that virus she picked up on patrol last week…. What a surprise, Mono’s on the rise this close to the next dance….. Wait. Who activated…..!”
Rushing from her desk with the practiced maneuvers of a field medic, Doctor Sylvia Orson found the emergency automated medical systems monitoring and maintaining one of the more difficult to treat students in the school. The girl known as Annie Dromida lay unconscious on the bed, her chest slowly rising and falling. The cardiographs showed the readout of her dual cardiovascular system and the brainwave monitors registered readings that would indicate…. well, with alien physiology, Sylvia could only guess as to what it truly indicated, but having dealt with Annie before, it almost looked like she had suffered a concussion. Grabbing a penlight, Doctor Orson hit the button for the PA system.
“This is Doctor Orson in the Medical Ward, I need an available Sister to come immediately, I have a possible emergency!”
Doc Syl didn’t know how she got constantly talked into the poker games with Freedom Corps medical, especially when they went to 4 in the morning. Didn’t they understand that she was practically a school teacher now? Smiling and shaking her head, Doctor Orson sipped at her morning coffee from the insulated mug she had won the night before.
“I may be a school teacher, but I still know a tell when I see it…”
Striding through the doors to the medical office, the 40-something doctor went to her desk, a smug look on her face as she remembered the looks on the spandex-jockeys when a high school physician cleared them out of their winnings.
“All right what do we have today…. It looks like Miranda is in for her checkup regarding that virus she picked up on patrol last week…. What a surprise, Mono’s on the rise this close to the next dance….. Wait. Who activated…..!”
Rushing from her desk with the practiced maneuvers of a field medic, Doctor Sylvia Orson found the emergency automated medical systems monitoring and maintaining one of the more difficult to treat students in the school. The girl known as Annie Dromida lay unconscious on the bed, her chest slowly rising and falling. The cardiographs showed the readout of her dual cardiovascular system and the brainwave monitors registered readings that would indicate…. well, with alien physiology, Sylvia could only guess as to what it truly indicated, but having dealt with Annie before, it almost looked like she had suffered a concussion. Grabbing a penlight, Doctor Orson hit the button for the PA system.
“This is Doctor Orson in the Medical Ward, I need an available Sister to come immediately, I have a possible emergency!”
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Kris was shaken by the conductor of the Green Line train. The elderly woman smiled, and offered a cup of hot chocolate, and a doughnut. The redhead cheerfully accepted it, and closed her eyes for a second to concentrate. Amy had mentioned concentrating to keep people out, but with it being like learning to walk again, she need to do it, to let people's feelings in.
Concern... Charity... Love...
Kris smiled a little, then woofed the doughnut down, and worked on the piping caffine. Before she even stepped foursteps out of the train, her transponder flashed for Annie Dromida. Looking at it, Kris saw the readout blink from an urban zone to a the school. Noting the location, Kris' eyes bugged out.
"Holy crap! I shouldn't have left her there! Oh, God! Hang on Annie! I'm comin'!"
Stasis, Kali, and Oby were going to kill her for not going home lastnight. Not to mention Detective and Angel. Kris slammed the rest of the drink, and tossed the empty paper cup. She knew they were concerned for her, but she wasn't a nine year old!
Already she was developing new power... Dark power. The pull was too much! After all of these months, she had moved from her defensive posture to a more aggressive one. She knew she could use it to affect multiple minds... Weak minds. The kind of minds who thought they could just push people around...
Landing at the campus, Kris looked around, then headed to where the Reclamators were kept. The doctor looked over, and her brow furrowed. Kris concentrated again, and walked over, looking to Annie.
"What happened," she asked.
"You don't know," the doctor asked back. "The reclamator logged you as her last teammate.
GUILT
"But, I... I fell asleep," she admitted shamefully.
Concern... Charity... Love...
Kris smiled a little, then woofed the doughnut down, and worked on the piping caffine. Before she even stepped foursteps out of the train, her transponder flashed for Annie Dromida. Looking at it, Kris saw the readout blink from an urban zone to a the school. Noting the location, Kris' eyes bugged out.
"Holy crap! I shouldn't have left her there! Oh, God! Hang on Annie! I'm comin'!"
Stasis, Kali, and Oby were going to kill her for not going home lastnight. Not to mention Detective and Angel. Kris slammed the rest of the drink, and tossed the empty paper cup. She knew they were concerned for her, but she wasn't a nine year old!
Already she was developing new power... Dark power. The pull was too much! After all of these months, she had moved from her defensive posture to a more aggressive one. She knew she could use it to affect multiple minds... Weak minds. The kind of minds who thought they could just push people around...
Landing at the campus, Kris looked around, then headed to where the Reclamators were kept. The doctor looked over, and her brow furrowed. Kris concentrated again, and walked over, looking to Annie.
"What happened," she asked.
"You don't know," the doctor asked back. "The reclamator logged you as her last teammate.
GUILT
"But, I... I fell asleep," she admitted shamefully.
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
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"Fell Asleep? Then who brought her here? Reclamater logs aside, she wasn't brought in by them!"
Doctor Orson moved from Annies bedside to the diagnostics and prognosis logs. She was gritting her teeth at not insisting on taking more time with the girl, learning more about basic autonomic functions, learning a bit about what her medical history was like. Sure, there was the Vanguard file on Annie, her father, and some basic information on their race, but that would take too long to read if the girl actually was in trouble.
"And what are you doing about, anyway? Your Grier's Syndrome makes this a risky place to be!"
Bringing up the Autodoc logs, Sylvia started searching for answers on what happened. "She's been here since 3 am! What in the world happened to her?"
Doctor Orson moved from Annies bedside to the diagnostics and prognosis logs. She was gritting her teeth at not insisting on taking more time with the girl, learning more about basic autonomic functions, learning a bit about what her medical history was like. Sure, there was the Vanguard file on Annie, her father, and some basic information on their race, but that would take too long to read if the girl actually was in trouble.
"And what are you doing about, anyway? Your Grier's Syndrome makes this a risky place to be!"
Bringing up the Autodoc logs, Sylvia started searching for answers on what happened. "She's been here since 3 am! What in the world happened to her?"
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"I don't know," Kris replied. "I was looking for her, along with Adam and Angel. Maybe they found her, and brought her here?"
Kris thought it over for a moment, then decided to come out and say it.
"I, uhmm, don't have it, anymore."
Kris thought it over for a moment, then decided to come out and say it.
"I, uhmm, don't have it, anymore."
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
"I, uhmm, don't have it, anymore."
"Well, it's nice to see that something good came of this whole mess." The deep voice of Obsidian Seraph rang out from the confines of a dark shadow in the corner of the room. The doctor and Kris turned just in time to see the form of the teen superhero coalesque into view.
"Antoine DuBois, I am afraid I'm going to have to ask you..." The doctor's voice was cut off.
"You can ask all ya want. Ain't happenin'" It was difficult to tell, now that the youth's skin had become dark, but the voice was unmistakably ragged, and it seemed as if his eyes were sunken in circles of darker shades.
He looked from Kris to the Doctor, and then to Annie's resting form. "See, Annie's my friend, and all she wants is to have friends around her. Seems though that most everyone wants something from her. To be 'more than friends' in most guys cases, or help in some scheme or another that they don't bother to think about how she feels. It's generally only after she's hurt, or upset that anyone realizes they should have." He looks at them both. "I've been up front with her the whole way, even trying to teach her how to talk without her translator. She's got no family here, so I figure she deserves to have a friend, or friends around while she recovers." He looks at the Doc, and his eyes flare even darker red, before he moves to his friends bedside.
Obsidian's hand moved to the inside of his robe, and pulled out a golden flower, wrapped with an oak leaf, and set it by her head, looking up almost over his shoulder he softly intoned "I may not be able to save them all, but you sure as hell aren't getting this one." before kissing her forehead gently.
He moved to the small under cushioned chair that adorns most hospital rooms and set himself down resolutely. "You can try to remove me, Doc, and might succeed, but I guarantee you this, whoever does is going to be in for the worst scare of his life." Oby turned his hand palm up, and with a small sussurance, it glowed black. He looked back up throuhg fatigued eyes, his look pleading with the Doc, "So please....just let me stay."
"Well, it's nice to see that something good came of this whole mess." The deep voice of Obsidian Seraph rang out from the confines of a dark shadow in the corner of the room. The doctor and Kris turned just in time to see the form of the teen superhero coalesque into view.
"Antoine DuBois, I am afraid I'm going to have to ask you..." The doctor's voice was cut off.
"You can ask all ya want. Ain't happenin'" It was difficult to tell, now that the youth's skin had become dark, but the voice was unmistakably ragged, and it seemed as if his eyes were sunken in circles of darker shades.
He looked from Kris to the Doctor, and then to Annie's resting form. "See, Annie's my friend, and all she wants is to have friends around her. Seems though that most everyone wants something from her. To be 'more than friends' in most guys cases, or help in some scheme or another that they don't bother to think about how she feels. It's generally only after she's hurt, or upset that anyone realizes they should have." He looks at them both. "I've been up front with her the whole way, even trying to teach her how to talk without her translator. She's got no family here, so I figure she deserves to have a friend, or friends around while she recovers." He looks at the Doc, and his eyes flare even darker red, before he moves to his friends bedside.
Obsidian's hand moved to the inside of his robe, and pulled out a golden flower, wrapped with an oak leaf, and set it by her head, looking up almost over his shoulder he softly intoned "I may not be able to save them all, but you sure as hell aren't getting this one." before kissing her forehead gently.
He moved to the small under cushioned chair that adorns most hospital rooms and set himself down resolutely. "You can try to remove me, Doc, and might succeed, but I guarantee you this, whoever does is going to be in for the worst scare of his life." Oby turned his hand palm up, and with a small sussurance, it glowed black. He looked back up throuhg fatigued eyes, his look pleading with the Doc, "So please....just let me stay."
Sometimes the only way to see the light, is a journey through darkness
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"Antoine, you hardly need to lecture me on the need to help and serve. Neither do you need to do that to this young lady here. This is Saint Joeseph's, and you don't need very hard for heroism. I see no reason to keep you from staying, but don't be surprised if I have the nuns bring you your homework! The same goes for you, Kristina."
Turning back, Doc Syl once again tried to assemble events from the medical data. Tau Cetian's were aquatic in their pre-history, or maybe it was more accurate to say they were amphibious? In either case, the trauma must have been substansial to have cause the readings when she was first hooked up.
"Bleeding, if you can call it that, has been halted..... no cranial swelling, if that's good or bad...... it looks like a few fractures have been sewn up by the automated systems, they seem to at least know the proper composition of her bones......"
Turning back, Doc Syl once again tried to assemble events from the medical data. Tau Cetian's were aquatic in their pre-history, or maybe it was more accurate to say they were amphibious? In either case, the trauma must have been substansial to have cause the readings when she was first hooked up.
"Bleeding, if you can call it that, has been halted..... no cranial swelling, if that's good or bad...... it looks like a few fractures have been sewn up by the automated systems, they seem to at least know the proper composition of her bones......"
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Sapphire
Angelique listens to everything that was being said from around the corner and quietly sighs with a guilty breath. She begins thinking to herself.
I should have never told her. She wouldn't have hurt herself if she wasn't worried about me. I should have left the school when all this started, just as Karlof said. I should have listened to him. God, I'm such an idiot.
She turns from her thoughts, to listen more to what is being said with the two students and the doctor, about her friend Annie.
I should have never told her. She wouldn't have hurt herself if she wasn't worried about me. I should have left the school when all this started, just as Karlof said. I should have listened to him. God, I'm such an idiot.
She turns from her thoughts, to listen more to what is being said with the two students and the doctor, about her friend Annie.
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Kris was relieved about the disease news being stiffled by Oby. While the doc wasn't looking, she stepped to the bedside, and took her friend's free hand in her own, and began channeling the positive emotions into the green girl. She needed hope and love, and that was what Kris could give. In fact, the redheaded teen decided she was going to switch out with her.
"Doc," Kris said with a warning tone on her voice. "I'm going to make your job easier, but more complicated. Get another bed ready."
Reaching in, with her mind, she replaced any physical wounds with her own good health. Kris shuddered, briefly smiling as if in a state of euphoria, the choked, and clutched at her chest. Whatever it was, it didn't agree with Kris' system, and she felt to a knee with a whimper. It was worth it, though. Annie was at the very least, physically well.
"Ow..."
"Doc," Kris said with a warning tone on her voice. "I'm going to make your job easier, but more complicated. Get another bed ready."
Reaching in, with her mind, she replaced any physical wounds with her own good health. Kris shuddered, briefly smiling as if in a state of euphoria, the choked, and clutched at her chest. Whatever it was, it didn't agree with Kris' system, and she felt to a knee with a whimper. It was worth it, though. Annie was at the very least, physically well.
"Ow..."
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
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Simon St James
Simon couldn't believe the dumb luck! He had been fighting a few Circle of Thorns Defenders before school, and was stunned when one stabbed him, in a last act of defiance before their Life Mage blew up on them. Now he had this stupid kife in him, but didn't know if his blood would blow up or anything if it dripped to the ground. Doc Syl had warned him, and he let his ego get in the way, this time.
Spying Angel, he stopped, still in the hall. It appeared as though she were listening, so he wasn't going to make a scene just yet. Making sure the now glowing towel (as his blood is plasma energy, nowadays) wasn't too soaked, or that it was going to make a scene, he leaned against the wall, next to Angel, holding his wounded arm.
"Hey," he whispered. "You're a rare sight these days, Miss Angel."
Spying Angel, he stopped, still in the hall. It appeared as though she were listening, so he wasn't going to make a scene just yet. Making sure the now glowing towel (as his blood is plasma energy, nowadays) wasn't too soaked, or that it was going to make a scene, he leaned against the wall, next to Angel, holding his wounded arm.
"Hey," he whispered. "You're a rare sight these days, Miss Angel."
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Turning around, Doctor Orson almost grimaced at how impetious, if well-meaning, the students were at this school. She had always been touched by the extent of the sacrifices they were willing to go through, but there was a reason they were still in school.
"Ms. O'Sullivan, as delighted as I am that you have found a miracle cure for one of the most crippling diseases known to the telepath and empath community, you aren't going to help her that way. Just as whoever brought her in last night wasn't able to."
The exertion, the pain, Kris felt it all as she tried to help her friend. The only thing she didn't feel was healing.
"Annie's system is currently...... for lack of a better term, grown tollerant of extra-normal healing. Nanites, cellular mutation, drugs, mystic amulets... all of it does nothing for the injuries she currently has. The sad fact is, Kristina, that supers can't solve everything. Why do you think doctors like me are still around? Cancer, diseases, neurological damage... there are things that just can't be cured by anything other than rest and conventional care."
There was a sad look on the womans face as she watched the children. So much was asked of them, and so much more would be expected of them in the future. Prayer was a new thing for Doctor Orson, but every time she saw the students face a harsh reality like this, she found she was turning to it more and more.
"Ms. O'Sullivan, as delighted as I am that you have found a miracle cure for one of the most crippling diseases known to the telepath and empath community, you aren't going to help her that way. Just as whoever brought her in last night wasn't able to."
The exertion, the pain, Kris felt it all as she tried to help her friend. The only thing she didn't feel was healing.
"Annie's system is currently...... for lack of a better term, grown tollerant of extra-normal healing. Nanites, cellular mutation, drugs, mystic amulets... all of it does nothing for the injuries she currently has. The sad fact is, Kristina, that supers can't solve everything. Why do you think doctors like me are still around? Cancer, diseases, neurological damage... there are things that just can't be cured by anything other than rest and conventional care."
There was a sad look on the womans face as she watched the children. So much was asked of them, and so much more would be expected of them in the future. Prayer was a new thing for Doctor Orson, but every time she saw the students face a harsh reality like this, she found she was turning to it more and more.
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"I- I didn't find it," Kris said as she slowly stood back up. "I was told how and what to do. Please don't ask me who told. I promised I wouldn't."Annie Dromida wrote:"Ms. O'Sullivan, as delighted as I am that you have found a miracle cure for one of the most crippling diseases known to the telepath and empath community, you aren't going to help her that way. Just as whoever brought her in last night wasn't able to."
Kris' tone sounded a bit more guilty than she wanted it to, but it was there, none the less.
"None of this would have happened if I had just come straight home from the reactor," Kris muttered. "In fact, I should have just stayed home, period."
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
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Sapphire
Simon leaned against the wall, next to Angel, holding his wounded arm.
"Hey," he whispered. "You're a rare sight these days, Miss Angel."
Angel quickly turned around and held her hand to his throat, with her eyes glowing red. She was startled and this was her flinch. She had pinned him to the wall, then realized what she was doing. Her eyes went back to their normal blue, with a look of such horror and guilt. She takes her hand from his throat and apologized profusely.
"Oh god, Simon... I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry... I... you just scared me. I didn't hear you come up behind me. I was so focused on what was... oh god, what are you doing here? She's ok, I swear... I healed her as much as I could. She was so busy chasing after me... to save me... she didn't see the building that was in front of her... I didn't know where else to take her, but here... Detective and I flew as fast as we could to get her back in time."
"Hey," he whispered. "You're a rare sight these days, Miss Angel."
Angel quickly turned around and held her hand to his throat, with her eyes glowing red. She was startled and this was her flinch. She had pinned him to the wall, then realized what she was doing. Her eyes went back to their normal blue, with a look of such horror and guilt. She takes her hand from his throat and apologized profusely.
"Oh god, Simon... I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry... I... you just scared me. I didn't hear you come up behind me. I was so focused on what was... oh god, what are you doing here? She's ok, I swear... I healed her as much as I could. She was so busy chasing after me... to save me... she didn't see the building that was in front of her... I didn't know where else to take her, but here... Detective and I flew as fast as we could to get her back in time."
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Simon St James
"Hey," Simon whispered, and pulled the hand away from his throat. "It's okay. You did what you could. Is Annie okay?"
Simon looked to the doorway, then back to Angel. He cocked his head a little and smirked.
"More important, gal, are you alright," he asked, still whispering. "Nice eyes, by the way. You should see my blood, sometime. Doesn't even smell like blood anymore."
Simon looked to the doorway, then back to Angel. He cocked his head a little and smirked.
"More important, gal, are you alright," he asked, still whispering. "Nice eyes, by the way. You should see my blood, sometime. Doesn't even smell like blood anymore."