Alice pleaded and begged for him to not do anything stupid, whining as if she were the one getting cut the entire time he was up moving about the room. She wasn’t surprised he ended up cutting himself, it was such a [i]boyish[/i] thing to do, but she didn’t have to like it.

“What if it doesn’t work?” she sighed, sitting up and looking the blood on his thumb. With nothing left to do, since complaining obviously got her nowhere, Alice reached out and put her hand around his injured finger. A comforting heat came from the interaction, and twenty seconds later she pulled away to see blood still on his thumb and now her palm, but no sign of the cut that made it. “Whoa,” she whispered, getting on her knees and grabbing his wrist to get a better look. “That’s- that’s incredible.” Her smile faltered as she sat back down on the bed. “Too bad I can’t show anyone, huh?”

She let go of his wrist, opening her hands and starting at her palms, then his before making eyes contact with him again. “Hey, no more cutting yourself to experiment! I don’t want to see blood all over the place next time I come over,” Alice laughed. “I mean- you know, if I see you outside of class again…”