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patient, but it’s not good.” She held hope for her friend and that there was a chance.
    “Oh, God, no!” Dina shouted. “Please, God, don’t take him, please!”
    The cries that came from Dina almost sounded inhuman, they were more like those of an animal being tortured. Haim began to sob even more heavily at the sight of her pain. Collapsing to his knees as well, he wrapped his large arms around the two young girls.

 
     
    “Where is he?” Dina’s voice filled the crowded hallways.
    “Dina, stop,” a voice responded, the owner stepping into her path.
    Sophie and Haim raced up behind her, “Wait!” Sophie exclaimed, nearly tripping over her own feet. Coming to a halt behind her small friend, panting, she looked up to see a familiar face standing in their path.
    “I’m warning you, get out of my way,” Dina demanded.
    “Michael?” Sophie gasped.
    “I don’t understand, sir. What are you doing here?” Haim added.
    “I said get out of my way!” Dina shouted, having little interest in the return of their mentor.
    “Dina, you need to listen to me,” Michael began.
    “No, I don’t. What I need is to see Raimie,” Dina replied firmly.
    “They’re doing everything for him they can. This isn’t going to help anything,” Michael said, attempting to reassure the girl.
    “What’s not going to help?” Dina asked, pausing.
    “If you can’t hold it together, it won’t be good for anyone. You need to stop and take care of yourself, get your head straight,” Michael instructed.
    “I’m fine,” she answered flatly. “What I don’t understand is why can’t they just do a healing spell or give him some herbs?”
    “He was in an explosion, that same blast killed Bishop instantly. It’s a miracle Raimie is even clinging to life at all,” Michael continued.
    “Don’t say that,” Dina pleaded, the words making her cringe.
    “Our clerics can do amazing things, but he’s beyond their abilities of healing. I know it’s hard to hear, but it is the reality. He shouldn’t still be with us now. If you insist on seeing him, you need to know when you go in there, it’s to say goodbye,” Michael explained, attempting to place a hand on her shoulder.
    “What?” Dina shrieked, pulling to the side to avoid her mentor’s hand. “No! I don’t accept that. He’s holding on because he’s going to come back to us.”
    Without another word, Dina pushed past Michael, making her way into the small room that contained her beloved.
    “Is he really that bad?” Sophie asked, pausing in front of Michael.
    “I’m afraid so. The healers say he won’t wake up, there’s just too much internal damage,” Michael replied.
    “I don’t understand; we were told you were a member of the council now,” Haim continued, trying to think about anything except his friend dying in the next room.
    “After we got word about Bishop’s death, the council decided I was most needed on the ground. I will likely have to return, but for now, they accept this is where I will do the most good,” Michael added.
    “Sir, what about Uri?” Sophie asked.
    “Thanks to Seraphine, he’s going to be just fine,” Michael answered.
    “Who?” Haim asked, the name unfamiliar.
    “Here, follow me, I’ll introduce you,” Michael replied, turning towards the large open room. The vast hall had been turned into a make-shift infirmary. A few cots were strewn about, the rest of the rows were cluttered with bedding piled on the floors; bloodied and bruised patients scattered all around.
    As the group approached Uri, his line of sight did not shift from the woman who sat on the edge of his bed. He stared at her with such intensity that it made the others uncomfortable to interrupt them.
    “Ahem,” Michael cleared his throat in an attempt to garner their attention. The girl stood and turned to face them. Sophie’s eyes widened, she could not recall ever seeing anyone more beautiful.
    Though the bustle around them continued, for Sophie