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Haxiil headed towards where his brother had gone. He'd already made it back to his seat. He began to feel his exhaustion from their journey. He began to feel the signs from his illness. He stopped and rested against the bookshelves. His heart going thump tha tha thump. He shook it off and pushed up. He walked slowly. Paling more. Sweat began to slowly form. His vision blurring and it seemed to go double vision. He kept walking. The teacher spoke but he barely heard it. His chest rose and fell rapidly. He had a sickness that couldn't be cured merely helped from time to time. His heart raced then slowed then raced then slowed. He felt the dizziness. The vision fogging over. His form sway and he crumpled. "Tole----" He weakly called out. His arms weakly held the book as his form crumpled delicately like a paper doll. Coughs left his lips as a trickle of blood went down the right side of his mouth. His body shuddered as he started to lose consciousness.

Urick's instincts flared, the teacher put down his tome before pushing off of his desk He slowed as the elder acted quickly, "You have my permission to leave class early. You and young Haxill may leave."

He backed up to give the elder elf room to move. Not trusting his own instincts at the moment...

Then suddenly it popped up in his mind. He turned around. "angel...." he turned around and walked over to Nicolae. "you have healing abilities, yes?" what was the point dragging him out if he had an angel right there. Though... he still didn't trust him at all he had no choice.

(well still unconscious so it be short)

Haxiil coughed up more blood and shuddered again. His heart pulsing now and then. He'd be fine with a long rest or healing but he couldn't hear them. Just dark whiteness

Ulrick stepped back as he allowed the students to act, he leaned against a bookcase feeling a light thump he looked to his boot where a book had slipped off of the top of a small pile which was laying at the corner of the aisle. He bent down to pick it up and read the title "Angelic Healing and All Its Forms"....

". . ." he looked up, 'Messaged received.' he thought in a dry tone as he flipped open the book to skim through it. Glancing up at Toleris' sudden harsh tone, the naga raised an eyebrow before going back to skimming.

Toleris felt more of a relief as he quieted down, and let the halfie do his thing. he wasn't going to yell at someone for helping, even though he didn't trust him, he felt he owed the angel somewhat.

Nicolae watched the other boy closely waiting to stop untill his eyes were open. "C'mon...open your eyes." He pleaded softly.

Zaji Nataramoonn

"Never tell me that you hexing gods! I did not ask for this! What tomfoolery be this? Flesh and life? Really?? Hard to pull horror film mummy now! I look like that bishounen off television! Or rather myself...without battle scars."




ooc: it never told me you exited the library crunch XD

Zaji led the ragtag group of three. Least he thought it was three. His brother on one side of him and Trent on the other. He led them into the school and around corners. He led Trent and Aeth inside. Seeing the unconscious boy. He looked at him. "No...he bears sickness." he said. He stopped. Staying back. Sickness. He frowned. That hit him for some reason. He looked at Trent. "I will gaze the half naked whiteish greyish winged one is this Nicolae." He looked to Aeth. "No. He is not feeling well. Do not worry Aeth." He pulled Aeth's face into his chest. Mummy wrappings wrapped around aeth to protect him. He stayed near Trent for the moment. Letting go of him though.