Template:Featured Articles/2-2016
 When Gen X stops to help a multi-car pile-up, Illyana proves to be a most unusual nurse. Illyana, snow in her eyelashes, watched Amadeus work curiously, tilting her head when he seemed to be finished. "Is that . . . it?" she asked. In her experience, modern medicine involved more needles; this was - closer to home. So to speak. "I think so?" Amadeus said. He sat back as lights shone up the road, and emergency services came. "Sorry Mom, I'll take out the garbage now," he said, swaying, "Mian haeyo Eomma," and then pitched backwards into a dead faint. Topaz heard the thud and cracked an eye open to see Amadeus on the ground. "Blimey," she mumbled, looking back at Illyana. "Police and all them can take it from here. Don't suppose you can teleport him back to the bus?" She nodded to Amadeus. Illyana shook her head. "Not all of him," she said, unwittingly horrifyingly. "Alright, well since he'll probably be mad if we chop off his legs..." Topaz pushed herself up, examining the boy. Between the two of them they could probably manage this. "You want his head or his feet?" Illyana tilted her head thoughtfully, then shrugged. "Feet, I guess," she said, brushing snow off her jeans as she stood up. "Alright." Topaz went to his head, saying a silent apology to the poor boy. "On three, then." By the time they made it back to the bus, Amadeus resembled a very damp snowman who was probably developing some interesting bruises, and Illyana had had more than enough of helping her fellow man. "Couldn't he just have stayed awake," she muttered. People here were such babies.
|
