Vision 3Bavan stormed out from the back room. Clearly displeased he glared at his son. “What did you do?” He demanded. “Nothing!” “Jayden.” “I didn’t do anything, she just stormed out. I think there’s something wrong with that girl.” Bavan glared. “Liria is a sensitive young woman, Jayden. Now I want you to go find her and apologize for whatever you did.” Jayden thought about arguing, but then thought better of it. Bavan would never listen to anything he said. In his mind there was nothing that girl could do wrong. Although they hadn’t really met, Jayden had heard countless stories about sweVision 3
Vision 2Her timid hands twisted at the hem of her shirt. The apothecary was just before her but it took almost ten minutes to walk inside. Once she did it took all her nonexistent courage to remain inside long enough for the owner to walk out. “Oh, Liria, how is your mother?” Liria smiled slightly. “Fine.” “And your grandfather?”Vision 2
“Fine.” “Are your sisters well?” “Yes, thank you.” The healer, Bavan, frowned at her. “Well the, Liria,” He said softly, “I’m not sure what it is you need.” She continued twisting the shirt. “Do… I mean… do you have a son?” A ‘kn
VisionA cool hand brushed her forehead. It took a great deal of effort to open her eyes. Everything felt so heavy. “I’m sorry to wake you, Liria, but you have to drink this.” She offered him a slight smile and extended a shaking hand to take the glass. She had no strength to lift it. Gently he covered her hand with his to help her lift the glass to her lips. It tasted horribly bitter, but some of her pain was eased. “How…. How much has it spread?” Liria asked softly, almost afraid to hear the reply. “May I?” He asked. She nodded. Slowly he peeled up the hem of her shirt from the sweaty skin. His face fell. RaisinVision
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George: "...and so I said... My God!"
Flash: "...yes I suppose I am"
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