[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i]  Inside the Big House/Infirmary -- Camp Half-Blood[/center]
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	Ezekiel wasn’t sure he wanted to go to the arena, after all he did have the nice excuse of having a patient. He looked over at Mary when she spoke and he sighed rubbing his face over his hands. [color=#EEE8AA]”I truly am sorry Rebecca. Just, I’m getting tired of being pulled in different directions because of our parents and I just snapped. It was nothing you did,”[/color] he reiterated. It was to be expected that they would all be going on these quests and putting their lives on the line daily because of who they were was dangerous, but Ezekiel was still a fifteen year old kid and was bound to snap on the occasion from the stress and fear of it all. 
	
	He looked over at Kiera then back to Rosie, watching her eyes roll and shift under her closed lids. [color=#EEE8AA]”I wouldn’t say it’s anything special, after all, we all dream but she could be seeing the vision again or hopefully something happier. I wouldn’t be overly concerned about it unless she starts thrashing around or talking in her sleep,”[/color] Ezekiel said and shrugged. The kettle shut off, signalling that it was hot and he added the hot water to the herbs he had gotten ready for her headache. [color=#EEE8AA]”There isn’t much to do Kiera and Rosie doesn’t know you yet so I wouldn’t want you doing any of the heavy lifting if there is any. You may as well head to the arena. You too Mary, if you want.”[/color] He took the cup of hot tea and set it on the table next to Rosie’s bed.