I laid there as the doctor examined me. I tried not to cringe away from the ice pack that was being held to my head, but sometimes it was just too cold.
I stared up at the ceiling and thought about what I'd done wrong. I knew Neroze wasn't going to be happy that I got hurt. I've never really been the fighting type, but I wanted to give it a try, but when they said that I couldn't undo this I regretted it for a long time.
I remembered the battle field and saw images flash by my head and flinched as the passed, "Sorry Miss," said the nurse, "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"No, it's okay," I said and smiled, "My head just hurts. Continue doing what ever it was you were doing."
She began to work on my arm after she was finished with my arm. I tied my red orange hair into a ponytail and let it flow down onto my back. It was about half way down my back with hair up. I saw people pass by staring at me. I was a Guardian, that's true, but I had an affinity for fire. It seems hard to believe that someone with that ability to get hurt as bad as I did.
"Ima lie down for a second," I said not waiting for an answer because if I didn't I would have cried in disappointment because I had done so bad.
A couple of other people where here, but they weren't hurt as bad.
"Hazel?" a voice said, "Are you okay? You seemed pretty beaten up," it was Axel, the one that was always there for me. We'd grown up together and everything.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a couple of scratches here and there, but I'm okay," I sat up and smiled.
"You sure?" he frowned, "You look pretty bad," he said AGAIN.
"YES! You're not really helping my situation here. Everyone's staring at me because I just bombed it out there," my hands went flying and I almost hit him, but that's the thing. Almost hitting someone isn't really hitting someone... it's just CLOSE to hitting someone, if you know what I mean.
"Well sheesh! I was just seeing if you were okay," he smiled as the sarcasm in his voice grew, "I just wanted to say that Neroze wants to see you as soon as you can get out of this place. He wants to talk to you," he frowned again, "and by the way he looked... I'm just saying that he's not really happy with you." I opened my mouth to comment, but he stopped me, "Yeah, I know you don't wanna hear it, but I just want to give you a heads up. Now, I have to go so I'll c ya."
He stood up and left the infirmary and then there was silence, and that's when I made myself a promise and thought HAZEL! You HAVE to do better and train harder so you can actually HELP instead of... NOT HELP. And with that I left to face Neroze.