[b][i][color=ec008c][center][h3]Anomaly[/h3][hr][/center][/color][/i][/b]
Xoxi's voice was softer than normal, but she responded to Alex quickly after being addressed. [color=ec008c]"O-okay..."[/color] Several medics carried the amputee up to a room where she could be healed by a professional in the hospital. A few of the doctors noticed her purely because of her face (while bloodied and bruised) because of why she was in there originally. This was the same hospital. She texted her best friend while she was being taken up there, her ghost hands having to press really hard on her phone's screen. 

[right][i][color=ec008c]Swing by the hospital. I need to talk to you soon.[/color][/i][/right]
A tall doctor, wearing scrubs and no latex gloves, entered Xoxi's room after a few minutes, flipping through her files as he spoke to her very quickly. [color=777777]"Do you want a minute or two alone before I come back in here?"[/color] The teen nodded, and the doctor left.

After a few seconds of her staring at her jacket in silence, Xoxi began to speak to herself. At least, that's what it seemed like.

[color=ec008c]"... Highs? Any of you there...?"[/color] Xoxi asked, almost thinking of herself as an idiot for doing this. She didn't believe in the Highs as these powerful deities, she thought of them as people who had it easier than most. Maybe they'd be willing to prove her wrong, though. [color=ec008c]"... what did that asshole mean with her stupid allegories...?"[/color]

[@Old Amsterdam]