~~Okay here’s a new update. I am so excited to be writing again. I hope to actually finish this story and tell it well. I hope you enjoy and leave a comment if you’d like.~~

My ceiling was this weird textured whiteness. I could feel my shirt dampening from my wet hair. My body throbbed from the amount of exercises we’ve done. It’s been three days of rest and I haven’t seen Blaze since. We’ve been on holiday break, so I guess he had gone home early one morning.

‘Hey, Nova?’

A soft voice entered my ears, though it felt as if it was coming from within my mind.

“Who is this?” I called out, confused.

‘Sorry. It’s Quinn. Blaze is hurt.’

Immediately I sat up. “Where is he? With you?”

‘Yes, please don’t panic. He didn’t want me to contact you, but… I’m worried about him. We are all here, the group. They told me we had to contact you. I’ll explain more, but could you teleport to my house?’

“Yes.” I felt a small pressure release in my mind. I figured this meant the mental communication connection was served. “Lanuae Magicae Quinn Xavier’s Front Door.”

I felt a tight pressure surround me and immediate darkness surround my vision before light appeared and I stood in front of the door to Quinn’s home. My body immediately crumbled as loud noises filled my head. I hadn’t realised I was screaming until the noises stopped and left ringing in my ears. My eyes opened to see the group surrounding me, Quinn’s eyes swimming with worry as he held my hands from my face.

“Nova? Nova? Can you hear me?” Quinn’s voice slowly entered my ears. I nodded and felt Quinn release my hands.

“You were screaming. And hitting your head or your ears.” Riot’s rough voice sounded from behind me. Quinn helped me stand up as I turned and looked at him.

“This teleportation was worse than the last time. I don’t know what happened.” My throat was scratchy. “Where’s Blaze?”

The group’s aura saddened immediately at the mention of their friend. They silently led me to the living room. This time the window curtains were closed, making the room feel dark and sullen. Blaze laid, sleeping, on the sectional couch. His face was covered in minor cuts and his breathing was shallow. I could feel our connection faint and slow. Through it, I could tell his body was covered in bruises, shallow cuts and two of his ribs were fractured.

I sat beside Blaze, gently moving his damp hair from his face. He was sweating and his body was in a fever.

“He teleported here before passing out.” West’s voice was soft as he sat down on the other end of the couch.

Victoria sat next to me. “We tried healing him, but it didn’t work. I don’t know why.”

I stared at Blaze. My magic connection with him was slowly strengthening as I sat beside him. “Percuro Blaze.”

“Nova, you can’t-...” Quinn started before his words faded as the group watched as Blaze’s wounds slowly healed with a soft white light sealing the cuts and covering the bruises before disappearing, leaving behind any marking that wound was once there.

I could feel my magic depleting as I healed Blaze of all his cuts, bruises, and his fever - which was wrecking his body a lot worse than I thought. Once he was healed, the light disappeared and I could feel my magic start to replenish what had been used.

Everyone was shocked. I knew from conversation with Blaze that it was very rare a Holder could use their own magic. Before anyone could say anything, Blaze took a deep breath and exhaled with a soft chuckle.

“I knew they would contact you.” His eyes slowly opened and met mine. The golden eyes were dull from exhaustion.

I smiled softly, “Why overwork yourself? You said you would rest.”

Blaze returned the soft smile, chuckling breathily. “I couldn’t relax knowing you were in danger.”

“Danger?” Victoria’s voice brought me back to where I was.

I glanced up and saw the group looking at me, intently, even Riot was interested and worried. Blaze slowly sat up and cracked his neck, back and stretched his arms and legs.

“Can we order food or something?” Blaze’s sheepishly asked, his stomach growling loudly.

Quinn brightened up and smiled. “I can cook some soup. It’s cold outside anyways and warm soup is good for the soul.”

“I’ll help.” Riot’s words stopped everyone.

Victoria looked at Riot, her face contorted in confusion. “You? Cooking? What?”

Riot’s face reddened. “What? It’ll start cooking faster if someone helps. And last time you cooked, the food was black as the night sky.”

This time Victoria’s face blossomed in embarrassment. “That was one time! I’ve gotten better!” Her voice loud, echoing in the open space. I couldn’t help twitching from the loudness.

Riot shrugged and went to the kitchen, not caring about arguing with Victoria. Quinn followed.

“Are you okay?” My voice softened as I looked at Blaze.

He smiled and nodded slightly. “Yes. I am okay now. Thank you.” He gently pulled me into a hug and I curled up beside him, gently squeezing his torso - still aware he would be sore.

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