YIN & YANG

"Yeah, yeah." She dug into her coat pocket and pulled out a lighter, tossing it to the boy. She furrowed her brow, rocking forward on her heels to stare at him. "Dude… Y-You got somethin’ poking out of your ear." She slowly outstretched her hand, fingers swiping at his lobe. Her hand quickly retracted to reveal a red business card that she handed to him. On it was labeled: Kat Mars Magic and Co.: Magician Extraordinaire. She rose her brow. “Pretty nifty, huh?”

Tattle watched as she appeared to pull a business card from his ear, laughing once again. "You're good, I'll give you that." He stored the business card in his jacket pocket before quickly lighting up a smoke. "So, should I ask how you became a magician extraordinaire?" Tattle passed the stranger her lighter back and took a drag from his cigarette.

     ”Hiya, there. Can I have my lil’ cup thingy now?”

She turned her attention to the doctor and Hannah, watching as they talked.

"Why, yes I do!" The girl trotted forward. She lent out her hand, snapping her fingers together. A small flame sprouted from her fingertip only to be blown out by the wind. She was just practicing one of her magic tricks again. She was sincerely thankful that it had worked this time. "Well, I had a light.”

"Well.. shit." Tattle looked at the girl in front of him with a bewildered look on his face before laughing. "Shit. D'you happen t'have an actual lighter, Firestarter?" 

         ”Why do ya’ ask?”

      "Eh, not everything American seems to make sense."

"Well I always thought siblings were cool…. my boyfriend is a twin, and his sister is his and my best friend…."

"Yeah.. okay, she is kind of cool. But she's smarter than me, and she knows it. Which is why she can be such a pain."

"But...", her words trailed off. Tattle's mind was fogging over, waves of uncertainty rolled over her. "I do have lungs, and hands, and everything else."

         ”Feel free ta’ look at the stuff they get in here, since it’s yer first time afta’ all.”

She never did understand why it cost money to make sure you got better, but it was probably just because of the money aspect. Tattle stood up and began to look around the small room, picking at things, making a small skeleton dance. 

        “So, is this seriously yer’ first time in a hospital?”

If it was odd, Tattle had no idea. So far in life, she just never had a reason to visit the hospital. No sick relatives, no injuries she couldn't fix herself. The idea of a check-up seemed odd, since she knew herself that all was well with her body.