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

Ailsa’s eyebrows rose at Mabel’s joke, but she was too worn out to laugh. While she was glad the fight had ended without any of her friends dying, she wasn’t looking forward to going to sleep tonight. Using her powers had brought back flashes of her past—quick frames of teary, snot-ridden faces stretched out in silent screams. While the faces weren’t clearly defined, they’d always be masks of pain, and Ailsa was trying to avoid thinking about them.

Ailsa dozed off for a second on her cot, but started awake a bit later when the flashbacks began. Quickly rising from her seat and walking over to Mabel’s desk, Ailsa bent down beside the other doctor to look at the chemicals inside the bottles. 

[color=slategray]”What is that, Mabel?”[/color] Ailsa asked, her eyes catching on a dark red vial. [color=slategray]”Surely not… Blood?”[/color]

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