Lucas smirked at her complaining, but he really didn’t mind the pain at all. After all, he was doing it in the name of science. Or was this even science? Well, he was doing it for the sake of experimenting, anyway. And he knew [i]that[/i] was science.

When Alice questioned if it wouldn’t work Lucas merely shrugged without a response. It was a little cut, so it’d heal in a matter of minutes nevertheless. His heart was beating quickly when she reached forward and placed her hand over the cut. He felt a warm sensation emanating from her palm. It was soothing and it felt like it was dissolving the cut’s pain. He watched it happen stunned silence. After little less than half a minute, the pain was completely gone and Alice pulled her hand away. While some dried blood still remained, there was no cut nor scar to be seen.

They both gaped at his thumb, and she snatched his wrist to get a better look at it. She then lamented not being able to show anyone else and released his wrist dejectedly.

“I still think it’s pretty cool,” Lucas replied, as he held his thumb up to his face, pushing down on his skin here and there in search of any residual pain. When he pulled his thumb away he found her looking him in the eyes. He laughed at her comment.

“I’ll resist the urge,” he joked.

“And of course you’ll see me outside of class again,” he added, flashing her a sly smile. With a somewhat over-exaggerated grunt, he stood up from his bed and stretched his arms.

“C’mon,” he said as he began to head toward the door. “Let’s wash that blood off your hands. Don’t want it to look like a murder scene in here. Bathroom’s right down the hall.”