For your eyes only

He rolled his eyes, coughing and coughing up a little blood again. “Always causing a fuss.”

“Always an ass... even when you’re... nurse he really needs help.”

“Reading dusty old books won’t get you anywhere, you have to get out there and feel the magic… feel the power.”

“But I... hurt him with my power. What if I... do worse?”

“But how could that possibly be true? Like how could be being poked make you less powerful. The magic killer sperm. It is stupid.”

“I don’t know, it’s just what I read.” She let out a little laugh. “Okay, it sounds funny and stupid like that.”

“It’s definitely weird.” She rolled her eyes. “Humans have always made stuff like that up, you know vampires hate garlic or have no reflections. Werewolves can only turn on full moons.” 

She chewed on her lip. “But it was in a spell book. So... humans didn’t make it up. And I always thought the garlic thing was stupid.”

“I don’t know how a… man… up your thingy would effect your magic?” She laughed slightly. “I mean what happens, it goes up there and bam. Weak witch. Sounds like some lie made up by men to stop witches reproducing.” 

“I don’t either... it’s weird, right?” She paused. “That... makes sense.”

“How could not being a virgin make you a less powerful witch? That makes no sense. Was the book written like 200 years ago?”

“Probably... a lot of those books are like really old. I guess it’s just... raw power or something.”

“Virgin… witches?” She asked, slightly confused.

“Pure... witches. Apparently they have great power... power people want.”

He rolled his eyes, not that bothered about what the nurses were doing. He’d already decided he was hurt beyond human medicine. A ceiling had fallen on him. “She’s always like that.”

“What? I’m always what? I care about you?” She shook her head. “You’re such an ass.”

“You’ll find someone better easily. Won’t remember him when there’s someone new.”

“Maybe. I um... I... I read this book... and it said something about virgin witches.... and I’m...”

He rolled his eyes nodding to the nurse. “She’s a witch, she’s used a lot of power. Get some electrolytes in her should do her some good.”

She looked up, shaking her head. “I... you just told people that. I’m fine. He’s hurt. Focus on him.”

“I know you do. I… well he’s in your head then isn’t he.”

“You just have to try and get by, right? I hate that he is.”

“Family are family, doesn’t matter. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I think I believe that. Because... I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“So it’s my fault?” He shook his head, having a coughing fit for a moment.

“No... mine,” she sighed, sliding down the wall. “I feel... faint.”

“You can count on family. Always. You don’t have to like anyone. Fuck him.”

“It weirdly feels that way already, though I haven’t known her long. Is it that easy?”

“I nearly died, and I wasn’t the one who lost control and caused it.” he chuckled running a hand through his dirty hair. 

“You’re the one who wound me up until I snapped... and I told you not to help me,” she muttered, almost stumbling and leaning against the hospital wall.

“I don’t know, but i’ve lived in this world my whole life. And if there’s one thing I know… it’s be careful who you trust.”

“I don’t know who I can trust. I don’t. Maybe my sister... but I still don’t really know her. I... don’t even think I like him anymore.”

“It’s a bit funny.” He coughed, one of the nurses pulling him into a wheelchair and lifting his leg so it was in the air. 

“What about this whole night has been funny?” she said, following after them, though the more she walked the dizzier she felt.