We're born to disappear [[SEREN, Tempy?]]

The day was almost over, the sun slipping behind the forest surrounding the school. In no time Jaime would be there to take over for her; she began organizing her papers, stacking them on her desk in neat little piles. There had been one boy to come in with an upset stomach but, other than him, the day had been relatively slow. It was nice enough, though. The lack of students had given her the time to finish much of the work she had fallen behind on.

Opting for an almost vintage-looking nurse’s dress, Amy stuffed her stethoscope into a pocket while rearranging the pens on her desk for the fourth time that day. Having so much extra time could be a little boring, but it was better not to complain. If she complained, something bad was bound to happen.

She wiped dust from a picture frame, hesitating to look at the picture. It was of her Amy and Clara, hugging and sporting very large, painful-looking grins. It was sad how long ago that picture had been taken. Now, Amy had a serious boyfriend, Clara was in control of herself, they were both adults… If only there was a way to go back in time, when their biggest problem was sharing crayons or colored pencils.

With no more paperwork to finish up, she began cleaning the office completely. It helped pass the time, and it always felt nicer being in a clean office. She had changed the bed sheets earlier, had mopped the floors, had dusted the cabinets… The windows! She hadn’t touched them since yesterday and could already see dust gathering in the corners. Grabbing a old rag, she started dusting them, using a chair to get to the higher corners.

[[OOC; Tempy, I put your name up here because I don't know if you want to jump in here or not. This is the continuation of Jared & Clara after she got stabbed.]]

Busting into the nurse's office with his foot and Clara in his arms, Jared looked around the room before spotting a blonde woman. "Ma'am, um... she was stabbed. I fixed it up briefly, but I think there's still inner problems." Jared stared stupidly at Amy for a moment. As he had carried Clara, it seemed as if the closer he had gotten to the nurse's office the more strange he felt. Clara was going to be okay... it had to be. He just felt... worried? Chewing on his lower lip, Jared moved to lay Clara down on one of the beds. "We were mugged, one of the people negated our powers - I think Clara's went haywire after the woman left." Jared tried to explain as calmly as he could, trying to figure out how to handle the situation. It was almost like he had presented a calm front for Clara only to have it replaced with anxiety when she had passed out.

[ooc; sorry it's kind of short, i had forgotten how it had ended.]

The windows had been cleaned thoroughly and as she was about to move to the counter tops, the office door had burst open. As her eyes focused on her cousin’s body, Amy gasped, her hand loosening its grip on the glass vial she had been holding. She ran towards the bed Clara had been laid on and grasped her hand.

“Clara?! Clara honey, can you hear me? Oh my God, she’s breathing, but her heartbeat is so fast…” She looked up at the boy, her eyes frantic. “I need you to find Jaime, Mr. Cardenas. He’s my assistant, and he can help her much more than I can now. You need to hurry.”

All the blood.. Amy had tried to keep from crying, but realizing how much blood was caked on Clara and her clothes… She brushed her tears away and rushed around her office, grabbing everything she would need to begin an IV. It was then that she noticed little things moving around the room, little bottles cracking, and realized the boy was right; Clara’s power was unpredictable. There was no way she was going to be able to work on her like this.

Taking her cousin’s hand again, she eased her power over Clara, willing her cousin to calm down. At first the gift ebbed away gently, and without fight. As soon as the needle punctured Clara’s skin, Amy was met with a blinding pain that brought her to her knees. The needle had been broken in half, both pieces on the floor beside her. The lack of control hadn’t been this bad since they were young children; there was no way she was going to be able to save Clara on her own.

Jaime hummed along with the song blaring out of his headphones as he headed into his shift at the nurse's office. He paused after walking through the door, recognizing the scent of blood immediately. He ripped off his headphones and sought out the source of the smell. He saw Amy before he saw the girl. Their relationship was immediately clear (Emilio had filled Jaime in about Amy and her cousin before and Amy's tears were particularly telling.)

When he took in the situation, he muttered an expletive in Spanish. Without further ado, he dove into a low cabinet and pulled out a djembe. He tried to ignore the strain of psychic energy in the room as he wheeled a chair over and settled down into it with the drum between his knees. He summoned all of the Cuban machismo he could since some doubt was settling quaveringly between his shoulderblades. This girl was far more injured than any he'd ever healed.

Goal: get her into stable condition. Seek out and heal anything life-threatening first.

He scooted as close as he could to the patient and said to Amy and the boy, "Don't move her. Don't touch me. Try to help, but not interfere." He couldn't get into any more detail. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the task. The drumming was steady, rhythmic at first. As he moved out of his own body, he tried to gently ease the girl's anima out of her body so the music could move in and do its job. The beat was earthy, primal, intended to provide terrestrial roots for the spiritual separation.

His hands kept moving, but his head slumped forwards and his breathing became mechanical and deep. It was almost as though he were in deep sleep though his eyes were still open. Their dark brown depths became flat and dull, lacking his former vitality.