I hesitate a bit, checking the door. If I'm caught playing with fire again, they'd have an excuse to send me back to an isolated room, with the handcuffs and all that crap. They even put two fire extinguishers inside my room, which is rather funny, I think.
Kelsi is waiting, looking a bit excited. Gosh, if it wasn't for her, I'd go insane locked up in here... I take a deep breath and lift my hand. One by one, I light a little flame on top of each finger. It's like I'm growing nails, and the flame is strangely redder than a normal fire, almost pinkish. My friend bites her lower lip.
"Damn, if only one of us smoked, that would be so cool. It really doesn't hurt?"
"Not at all. It almost feels a bit cold, actually."
"Well, your watch isn't beeping like crazy like last time, so–"
"Mara!"
Kelsi and I jump, and I immediately make my fire disappear. At the entrance of my room, the young nurse is staring at us, her hands on her hips.
"Are you crazy, you know you can't do that in here!"
"Sorry, Bonnie," I mutter.
Thankfully, it's only Bonnie. She's probably the only nurse on this floor who won't freak out about me only doing this much. She sighs and comes in with a large tray, my breakfast.
"You're lucky it's just me... Everyone is scared that you'd do it again. Everything okay here?" she asks, putting it down on the little table.
"Still itchy from the bandages..."
She walks up to the bed and checks my legs mostly, where the large burns are hidden under those damn bandages and layers of cream. I think Bonnie is the only nurse I like. She's just a bit older than us, petite, and very gentle. Her red hair is in a high ponytail today, and she's rather cute with her freckles.
While Bonnie is not looking, busy checking my temperature, Kelsi grabs the coffee from my tray and sips it down. She makes a little victory sign behind the nurse's back.
"Kelsi, put that down, it's not for you," suddenly says Bonnie, still not looking.
I scoff, amused. Kelsi's jaw drops.
"How do you know I took it?!"
"If you open the lid, it smells. I'm a werewolf, I can tell."
I always forget Bonnie is a werewolf. She looks like any normal human being, except maybe for that strange glow in her green eyes sometimes. Also, she never needs to turn on the lights at night, and her sense of smell is very good... good enough to tell when Kelsi tries to get free food from the hospital.
"Damn, I wish I was a werewolf," sighs Kelsi. "It must be so nice to get to shape-shift into a wolf anytime and go around naked."
"That's a bit weird to think about," I say, amused.
"First of all, we are not naked since we have our fur, and second, it's a real pain to take off your clothes and put them back on, if you don't rip them to begin with," replies Bonnie.
"Bonnie, any news of when I can go out?" I ask, a bit more seriously.
She hesitates a bit before answering, crossing her arms.
"Well, medically speaking, you're doing very well. Your skin is recovering from your burn marks very fast, which shouldn't even be possible with third and fourth-degree burns for a normal human or a werewolf."
"That's our little witch doing wonders..." whispers Kelsi with a smile.
Bonnie nods.
"We don't know much about witches, so we can only observe, but yes, you're doing fine on that part. The problem is your amnesia. We have done every CT scan, MRI, and check-up we could, and there's nothing that could explain it. You apparently didn't hurt your head in the accident, so the underlying cause is still totally unknown. We think it's psychological. To be honest, even if your doctor says yes, your psychiatrist will probably refuse, saying you're still mentally unstable..."
"Oh yes, she's obviously some dangerous psychopath," mutters Kelsi, rolling her eyes.
I frown. I'm so fed up with that guy.
