First Wound

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“This is unheard of! I thought this place was safe… safer than safe!” Francis cried out and was creating a massive scene between him and the nurse who was spending all her time trying to calm him down. But it seemed that she couldn’t get a word in.
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Across the room sat Guy on the bed facing the doorway. His expression was void as he remained still and waited for the nurse to assist his arm. The pain was mild for him, but the damage was much more severe then anyone knew. From the outside his long dark gray dress shirt appeared to be burnt in some places, but hadn’t completely set on fire.
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The student he had angered had some kind of ability that involved fire, but that was the most anyone knew. The boy who had hurt him had been sent to the office and he had been taken here. But it had taken them some time to arrive here since Francis was going off on the receptionist too.
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Francis was too foolish to realize that the entirety of his arm had been burnt. He assumed that a small area at the top of his hand and wrist were the only places damaged. But that was simply because he was squeamish when it came to disturbing images. He couldn’t stomach looking more at his wound.
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There was a bit of blood soaking the bed, but it wasn’t enough for anyone at a far distance to notice and Guy wasn’t giving the damage away with his expression. Instead he was more calm then the nurse and Francis combined.


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The nurse noticed the woman who had entered and tried to gesture to one of the beds as she dealt with Francis who hadn’t noticed her presence at all. She managed to calm him down slightly or rather he had worked himself up into a frenzy that he could barely breathe. As Francis puffed and fanned his face the nurse finally had a chance to talk.
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The strong scent of alcohol instantly reached Guy as he remained motionless on his bed. The woman’s curtain was drawn partially by the nurse to give the woman some privacy from the scene unfolding within this room but her attention was still on Francis who seemed to be having a panic attack now.
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The woman who was in the bed in front of him began whispering to him. He couldn’t see her completely but he could smell her foul scent easily. His gaze darkened as he was reminded of his first step mother and that made him wonder if she looked as atrocious as her too.
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Guy reached for the curtain before him and pulled it open to reveal the woman. She had brown eyes with slightly curly blonde hair. At the top of her head were brown roots beginning to grow in. Her body weight matched her lifestyle complete; sickly skinny. She was curve-less due to her frame and weight. There were bruises on her from recent or past falls and evidence of blood in her hair and other crevices. But there was also the stench of vomit too…
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He knew exactly what she was… but he held his tongue and had to remind himself of his therapy. This would be the perfect opportunity to test himself. Guy had never thought that he would meet such a thing within an Academy.
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“Hello,” he told her with a low voice and a gaze that revealed nothing but a dark void. He started with a simple greeting before answering the question she had whispered before. “Francis is concerned.”



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The woman was affected as she spoke to him but she held her ground rather easily and carried on the conversation without further strain. He was having difficulty concentrating on his own thoughts but he refused to allow himself to be swayed by the heavy fog threatening to consume him. Not when he had such a prized opportunity before him.
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“Both I and Francis are new here,” Guy returned blankly but he felt as though he were doing very well with this conversation. The woman tried to make herself comfortable and apparently took pleasure in causing herself pain by squeezing her IV bag.
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“What are you in for, kiddo?” she asked over her shoulder and seemed to flirtatiously compliment his bodyguard. But the act of flirting if that was what she was doing held no effect on him whatsoever. He was immune to female’s toxic advances.
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“A burn,” he returned and looked in the direction of Francis and the nurse who were finally ready to treat him. “Care to watch?” he questioned almost cruelly as he stood up reached for the curtain in front of him, twisted it around his arm and then yanked with enough force to tear the bar down.
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The sound of it clashing to the floor was loud and immediately brought both adults attentions towards them.
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“Good heavens,” the nurse exclaimed as she saw the damage. “What happened?” There was a frown within her gaze but Guy could recognize the difference between real anger and concern.
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“I slipped.” He replied and sat down on his bed. The curtain he had broken would have been the only privacy he would have had. But without it the woman could watch unhindered.




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The girl’s reaction was slow but Guy easily liked that to her intoxicated state. He wasn’t bothered by that however he wanted her to watch and continue conversing with him. He was doing very well so far and that meant he was one step closer to being the proper citizen Lucy wanted him so strongly to be.
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“Sure,” she replied and gave him all the attention he wanted. Her foot touched the bottom of the bar and began gently rolling it back and forth but the sound didn’t bother him. The nurse by now had returned to the front area to collect some scissors to cut Guy’s shirt sleeve. She needed close contact with the wound in order to heal it.
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Francis was still trying to calm himself down and prepare for when he had to see Guy’s wound again. But he wouldn’t back down… or so he thought. Unknown to him the moment the nurse began cutting open his shirt he would close his eyes.
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“How’d you get burned?” She asked and continued rolling the bar underneath her foot.
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“A boy,” Guy returned but his tone was dead again like before. His interest in this situation hadn’t wavered at all though. “He said I stared too much,” Guy explained more and unknown to this girl this was the first he had ever engaged so heavily in conversation.
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Guy watched the girl closely and didn’t break eye contact with her at all. Even as the nurse came back and sat down beside him on the bed. She began warning him that cutting open his clothes might hurt. But he offered her no response and simply continued taking in the woman.
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As she cut the clothes away more of his wound was revealed. The scent of vodka was no longer the only sickening smell in the air now. As more of his skin was revealed it was clear that he had third degree burn throughout the expansion of his arm.
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The boy who had burned him had started slow but when Guy revealed no reaction and seemingly refused to look away the boy took his burning ability to the extreme. Guy naturally had a high tolerance to pain but what made him virtually immune to it was the countless pills he took every day.
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“Oh gosh…” the nurse responded and proceeded to hold her breath as she peeled away his clothes. Her response sadly caused Francis to open his eyes.
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“What—“ he began but never finished as he saw Guy’s atrocious wound and hit the ground like a rock. The nurse instantly looked towards the fainted man and quickly grew irritated.
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“Oh for the love of… just leave him be.” She stated and was clearly tired of dealing with him. She instead began slowly healing Guy’s arm.





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