[CENTER][h1][color=slategray]Ailsa Leisy[/color][/h1][/center]

Ailsa rushed out from the storage room in the back of the clinic, eyes wide.

[color=slategray]"Alexandra? What's wrong?"[/color] Ailsa asked, helping the girl onto the bunk. Alexandra's eyes were squeezed shut, her face tight with strain. She was in pain, but from what? As far as Ailsa could tell, Alexandra just seemed exhausted. Exhaustion. [color=slategray][i]Alexandra must have been out training, [/i][/color]Ailsa realized, biting her lip as she laid the girl onto the bunk before rushing to the supply cabinet. [color=slategray][i]If this was exhaustion, there were two possibilities: severe energy depletion and...[/i][/color]

Ailsa sucked in a breath, stopping the thought there. She refused to dwell on the negatives. Grabbing a nearby box of granola bars she kept for quick energy, Ailsa pushed a bar into Alexandra's hand. [color=slategray]"Alexandra, can you hear me? I need you to eat this granola bar--here."[/color]

As Alexandra peeled back the wrapper, Ailsa set to work. Holding Alexandra's shoulder, Ailsa focused on the girl's expression. 

[color=slategray][i]You're fine,[/i][/color] Ailsa told the girl telepathically, willing the girl to trust her, to believe her.  [color=slategray][i]You're in safe hands, and the pain's going away. You're feeling better now. You feel great. [/i][/color]
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