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Nimm rubbed her head. "Umm, I can't remember how long after mom went to the hospital it was, but I know it was awhile. Dad left to go and visit like her like always, and left me home, but he didn't leave a note like usual, or tell me to do anything while he was gone. I didn't see this as weird or anything, my dad and I were growing farther and farther apart each day so I figured it was punishment for making mom sick." She paused and frowned, looking at the dirt. "He came back home really late, I had fallen asleep on the couch. I woke up cause I heard glass break. There's a fireplace int eh living room, and on the mantle were a few photo's of the three of us, my dad had smashed them all with a hammer, he'd even gone after the ones on the wall and stuff. He kept...umm, mumbling something, something about losing everything, it not being worth it, and something about running out of time. He disappeared into his room and left me on the couch, and then the next thing I heard was a gunshot."

Nimm rubbed her arm, the scar on her upper arm in particular. "He shot at me through the door, had I not sat up the way I did he would of probably done worse." The memory itself caused her to get a bit angry. "Too make this long story shorter, He chased me around teh house firing at will, he missed and when he finally ran out of bullets somewhere in the kitchen, I grabbed his hands to get the gun away. Oddly enough I was wearing gloves, it was the blood from the gunshot wound that made him sick."

Nimm looked up as she heard the book shut. "Too tell the truth, it scares me to think how she'd react once she was better. I snuck into the hospital once to see her, she was on a lot of drugs so I doubt she knew who I was. Don't get me wrong I want her to be healthy and everything, but I don't know if I should see her or tell her what happened after she got sick, or even why she got sick." She bent down and plucked a leaf off of one of the vines.

Nimm nodded quietly, stills taring at the leaf she held between covered fingers. "She has stage three Lyme's disease, or at least thats what the chart in her room said last I was there." her finger slipped out from under it's covering, brushing against the leaf and turning it brown then black as it dried up and shriveled.

Nimm looked up as Singe started explaining what he could do. She had to lean back some out of reflex as he asked his question though. He blinked, mainly cause no one had asked her that question before. She already knew the answer though, as it occurred to her before as well. "No I've never been sick before. I think it's part of my ability." With all the people she'd make sick in the past, on more then one occasion they had something contagious that she never seemed to get.

Nimm smirked. "You wouldn't be the first one to call me that. One girl that saw me make some one sick went into a tizzy about it being the end of the world." she couldn't help but laugh a bit with a smile, mainly cause she found it a bit absurd. "I'm nothing special, just a UH with a weird ability. Besides, there's no real way to tell anyway...is there?" she asked, realizing that there was a lot going on she didn't know about, so it was probably safe to assume she was wrong here too.

Nimm shrugged and scooted off the rock to place her hands on the book. Nothing happened. "See, normal UH with weird ability." she smiled, though after a second quickly withdrew her hand as it felt like it started to burn. She flexed her fingers in and out a bit and looked at the book quizzically."Was that the nifty thing you were talking about?" she asked.

Nimm nodded and looked up at him a moment. "How many bars of chocolate have you had?" she asked randomly, remembering he told her to make sure it was no more then eight...or somewhere around there. She was still knelt down by the book however, and looked down at the page a moment before setting her hands against them once more.

She frown slightly. "I'm not scared." she replied defensively. "Just a bit apprehensive." she muttered. She moved and placed her hands on the pages. The sign for Airies glowed faintly.