Pearla Alternate Ending

The two scout Humvee’s pulled to a screeching halt in front of Oceana’s BHC, two of the Marines jumped out and hustled into the clinic. Sergeant Cleo Taylor frantically looked for someone in authority, he approached one of the nurses, “Excuse me ma’am, we’re in from the field, Captain O’Hara sent us over to see your CO. Where can we find him?”

“I’m sorry, hon’. She up and left,” the nurse shrugged, checking my vitals on the monitor. “Everything looks good today.”

“You got up to go to the toilet but then you fainted. I brought you here. Your mum’s on her way to pick you up.”

Glancing to the clock, I made note that it was barely past three o’clock and yet here I was planted in bed. I hated being ill, especially living alone. Although I have much support from my sister and her husband, I still spent most of the morning alone. I was not surprised by my illness, I had been grieving more and more as the days came. My entire state of mind had begun to strip away what little patience and avoidance I had. I had stopped eating for several days, my

“It’s an interesting, story about how we met him. Do you want to hear it?”

Touya cracked his whip against the ground, ignoring Amanojaku. The small youkai scowled at the obvious form of disrespect.

“Dr. Thomas, these past few weeks I have been terribly exhausted, I’d hate for my daughter to become ill, is there anything I can do?” Jennifer says.

Having explored most of Berk already, Klara forced herself to venture past the safety and travel into the rest of the Barbaric Archipelago. It was the Gryffindor Pride Month after all, and she figured she should embrace her inner braveness, however deeply it was hidden. Somewhat hesitantly, she mounted Bellona. The little dragon was just big enough that Klara could ride on top of her without falling over; she soothingly stroked her dragon's ginger fur, tightening her legs around the dragon's frame. There was something almost comforting about flying with Bellona; she wasn't as afraid of falling as she was with a broom. She trusted Bellona. One couldn't really trust a broom, now could they?

"Did not mean to suggest that, astonished is all. In bed, has been under the weather recently."

Delomy put down the pencil on her desk and looked at the half-completed sketch of a raven. Delomy rested her chin on her knee as she remembered why she had stopped. It all came back to her in a flood of memories and colors: the warmth in her father’s dark brown eyes, his firm grip, and his death. Delomy tried to turn the thoughts aside, but they just came back, more vividly than before. She remembered the day clearly. Her father’s headaches had been agitating him more than usual, and when he woke up in the middle of the night with a 106o fever Delomy’s mom had taken him to the hospital. In the morning, they had gotten a call from the hospital. Soon, Delomy’s mother hung up, her lips pressed together tightly. ‘Get in the car. Now,’ she had said.

Jeremiah placed his hand on her arm and gently drew her back. "She's unwell. Too much sun."

“I’m really sorry to hear your husband’s sick. I’ve had a remarkable amount of sickness in my family and maybe I could assist you. Can I take a look at him?”

Nixa, however, set her eyes on Theo. He felt a tickling in his skin on the tattoo areas, which was the place that Nixa was looking at. The flying-kömür bent her head, she winked at him and turned, all within a second. Theo wondered whether that had really taken place.

“Iva!” A boy sang as he hugged the so called Iva from behind. Iva was slightly shocked from this surprise attack, “T-Tomas!” she stuttered. Tomas grinned from ear to ear as his victim turned to stare him in the eyes. “That’s my name sweetheart.” He hugged tighter, not showing any signs of letting go. “Why do you keep calling me that? How many times must I tell you to stop? Just because we have been friends since forever, doesn’t mean you can be all chubby with me. I’m sixteen soon and I deserve some respect.” She lectured the playful boy.

    He gulped and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip before speaking up, “Please, ma'am I am sorry coming off as rude, but I am still feeling quite ill.” He sighed in between his words. “I will need this robe to help sweat off any toxins. The blanket may get the girls sick and I don’t want that happening.”