Snippet #1202678

"Well it's not mine." Darna smiled, dangling her watch from her pants pocket. She still had some of his blood on the rolled up sleeve of her button down and a few droplets on her pant leg, but it wasn't anything she could wash out. That was if she could find the spots on her own.

She'd entered just after the nurse had told her how he was doing. Isaac. The wonder kid. The one who could do what she did, except his was more helpful than her own. Sure, Darna could fix a broken vase passed down from ancestors, or bring back a child's first broken bike... but the one time she had tried to...

A twinge in her forehead made her stop thinking about memories better left to memories. Her head was still aching and she felt her way around the room to a seat. Massaging her temples she sighed.

"That stupid bastard left me with a blinding headache," she jested. After a few more moments of fighting the past, Darna sat up a little straighter and looked straight ahead.

"I'm not sure what in the hell you thought you were doing back there," she spoke in a low tone, "but I suggest you never do that again. You just passed your exams, Mustang sees something in you. And you have a special talent. Almost killing yourself with it is just stupid." Closing her eyes she leaned back, making herself comfortable.

"And besides, I'm gonna learn some of that stuff from you. You die, I'm out a tutor." Yawning, she laid her arm over her eyes and winced once more. Hopefully Mustang would make his way in here so she could ask a few questions. Not to say she'd get any answers, but she'd ask anyway.