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Stevie Rae
"Are you sure you're okay?" Drew asked worriedly from the bed next to Stevie Rae.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." She answered irratibly as the nurse put cream on her back.
Drew wasn't convinced. "Are you in pain?"
"No, damn it! I'm fine, okay?"
Stevie Rae winced as the cream stung her burns.
"Okay," Drew muttered.
Stevie Rae sighed. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I'm just in a bad mood, that's all. I did almost die, again."
Drew looked into her eyes for a long time, searching for something. She didn't know if he found it or not. Damn, but that boy had a good poker face. "Did it hurt?" He finally asked.
Stevie Rae closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to her temple. "No, Drew, it tickled." She growled.
He chuckled. "I wasn't bein' funny," she glared at him.
"I know, I know," he continued laughing.
"Stevie Rae! There you are! Oh, Goddess. Are you okay?" Dallas ran to Stevie Rae's bed.
"Yeah, I'm fine, okay? Please don't ask me again." Stevie Rae said as she gave Drew a hard look.
"Okay. Jeez, that must have hurt," Dallas murmured.
"Oh, gee, you noticed?"
"What's got you all upset?" Dallas met her eyes.
"What's got me all upset? Uh, well, maybe I'm upset because I was burned today. As in, I almost disintegrated. And, on top of that, my so-called boyfriend doesn't seem to care all that much."
"Of course I care, Stevie Rae. I just - "
Stevie Rae's sharp intake of breath stopped him. But she wasn't gasping because the cream stung - no, she was getting used to that - , she was gasping because she felt an unnatural jolt in her stomach. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew that Z and the gang were having difficulties.
