[center][b]Connor[/b][/center]

Connor had very little time to react as Kijani screamed and thrashed, the papers starting to fly. He didn't know if waking her would be a good idea or not, and then John came flying in, restraining her. Which wasn't a good thing really. 

He had some cuts over his face, arms and hands from the flying papers before they had zeroed in on John. He held a hand out at the distressed Nurses, to keep them back, which wasn't necessarily needed. 

"I never considered you as the brightest bulb, but figured you'd be smarter then to do something like this. You're making it worse. Why" It annoyed him that he couldn't do anythinga to help Kijani, or stop John, since he couldn't heal himself. 



[center][b]Phoebe[/b][/center]

Phoebe wasn't too sure what made her feel upset. Devika's words, or just something else. But something sad seemed to resonate within her, and she found herself rising, walking away a bit. 

[i]...they love you, and protect you, and they're there no matter what...[/i]

Well. They hadn't been there most of her life. But they had done what they had done to protect her, and there was no denying that they loved her. But she would have given anything to have at least grown up with one of them. Growing up in an orphanage wasn't so bad, if you were normal. But she had had to hide everything, and had been very, very lonely. 

She sighed softly, having thought she had come to turns with it all, but clearly she hadn't. She was tired of secrets, and tired of having to seem both happy, and accepting of them all. She should have known she had had a brother. Should have known everything when she was a kid, and not an adult. 

Knowing of the fact that Devika was an empath, she tried to rain in her emotions, and when that didn't work, she walked further away. She realised she had been rude, leaving like that, but right then, she found that she didn't care. 

Had she ever stopped being truly lonely? Yes. With Ryan. And Sue. And Katherin. Nick. She'd been lonely with her mother, even though she hadn't recognised that at the time. Perhaps because she had had to leave her friends, Ryan. She was happy here, happy being a student at the school, and she wasn't lonely. 

But part of her would also be that little girl, reading the letter over and over and over again, desperately wishing that her mother would walk into the orphanage and take her away. It hadn't happened, and perhaps she had never come to terms with that. She didn't realise that she had sat down, until she rested her head on her raised knees, the tears prickling her eyes. 

When she was done feeling sorry for herself, she lifted her head, and looked out over the grounds. Maybe it was time to start thinking about what she was going to do after the school. She couldn't just be a wife, after all. She had toyed always with a landscape business. But suddenly that didn't seem appealing. 

Thoughtful, she rose, and headed back