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::Winter was a sad season and a happy season for Jaunus. The cold made it difficult for him to fully use his Geomancer powers (though they were twice as effective being frozen). Today was an odd day for him. He felt very lonely today. The Cryomancer in him was screaming for violent release but he was able to keep it at a low, flash freezing the sides of buildings as he walked by. Boredom seemed to be the theme of his last few days.::

"Wonder if there will be anything interesting!"

::He yelled provokingly. He stood there in silence the crikets going crazy inside of his mind. He sighed and punched a building leaving a frozen fist there::

((There is a deeper meaning to why ts silent to him but ill get into that later))



::Jaunus brightened up suddenly as he saw this little 'puff' of a human shivering in the cold. The cars were flying by with calous disregard for the people who would take the chance to frogger it all the way across the street. Jaunus smiled and lowered his eyes showing glints of orange::

"Oh of course not angel puff. I was always told i had knuckles of steel. Well...maybe not told...more like gurgled."

::Jaunus reached out and held Apple close to him smiling::

"Heh you look cold Angel Puff. Whats a guy like you walking these cold lonesome
streets?"
((ok i may stop using gradient......it add to many spaces burning_eyes ))

"I'm attempting to fend it off for as long as I can," Skyy responded. Though he may claim it felt like he was dying, in truth, he wasn't even close to such a state. He blinked in surprise as the paramedics began to strip him of his jacket, and as Kalen had done, feel for broken bones. He winced as pressure was once more added to the previously healed spot. Though there was no longer a broken bone, the forming bruise was as uncomfortable as ever.

"Hey, watch it!" he hissed, sneering up at the others for their unannounced invasion of his body. "Just stop touching me, and let someone that's not in a moving vehicle do the checking, alright?" He knew they were only trying to help, but he felt vulnerable enough as it was. Such a feeling always caused him to be slightly irritable. He considered himself lucky it was such a relatively short drive to the hospital. Once they were there, they unloaded Skyy and once more took Kalen by the arm to rather needlessly guide him through the doors.

"Like you could help me," he said, standing up. "Heck, I can't even kill a half-dead person. You atleast have potential. I was trained for 6 years straight, and look how bad at necromancy I am. I'm no use in this world." Cameron walked into the fog. "You don't want me. Just continue your life and forget about me. Atleast when I'm back in the earth, I'll finaly be usefull." He walked off.

Tilting his head back while being carried through the door, Skyy saw Kalen being pulled in after him. He couldn't help but note that look of discomfort etched on his features. He would have once more asked on his well-being, but the paramedics didn't slow down for even a moment. They were either far too over-excited with their job or were for some reason believed that Kalen and himself were in a life-or-death situation. A car-accident was of course a serious happening, but neither of the boys were pouring gallons of blood by the minute. Skyy really didn't see it necessary to be freaking out.

Being stripped of his shirt and pants, now left uncomfortably in his boxers, he was given a full-body X-Ray before having the rest of him examined. He hardly put in a whole sentence the entire time besides the occasional protest. The doctors seemed appalled by the fact that Skyy's hair was caked with blood, but there was, indeed, no sign of the causing wound. And such a harsh bruise on the stomach would surely have caused a broken bone or two. This, of course, led them to wanting to keep him for the night for 'studies' much to his dislike.

As his ankle was wrapped in a light cast for the sprain, he sighed. Where had Kalen been taken off to? Now that he thought about it there was something peculiar about that boy. He seemed to hurt less when he was around him, seemed to feel much warmer with his hands compared to the doctor's cold digits. Shaking his head, he decided he must have gotten his head a bit more jostled than he thought.

((Well NYC is just more fun at night anyway X3))

Kalen didn't notice Skyy's room among the hustle and bustle of the busy rooms. However, he was far from not wanting to see the boy who his cab driver hit. The only problem was that he didn't know the other's name. As a result, he was having a very difficult time describing the other boy to his attending nurse.

"He was in the accident with me. Yeah, he was the one who got hit. What's he look like? Umm... well, he's taller than me. Dark hair. Really dark eyes. He's kind of... well, yeah. He's, um, good-looking. Are we... what? I beg your pardon! I don't even know his name! Yes, please do go look into it," he muttered, still aghast from the nurse's blunt questioning. What in heaven's name would make that crazy lady think he and... and what's-his-name were together? But at the very least, the nurse said she'd go look into it.

Nurse Linda indeed was looking into it. She made rounds to all the patients on the floor until she finally came upon Skyy's room. She made a small knock on the doorframe before entering with his chart. "How are you feeling?"