Arthur's hands finally stopped fidgeting. His jitters came to a standstill as well. Seated before him was a visage of death… or was it a visage of a neverending battle against it.
A beautiful girl wrapped in bandages and surrounded by a white aura of everpresent healing magic. Captain Crystal's smile bore no sorrow… Instead, she seemed happier than ever…
But Arthur couldn't bring himself to think of her as anything but happy. She was ill… trapped with her life hanging in the balance. The magic around her was aimed at keeping her alive… but wasn't enough to accomplish a full recovery.
Deep down, he admired her for being able to smile so much. And when she did, the portrait in the Squad Six common room flashed through his face. Being injured had done nothing to the shifter's will.
Alas, he couldn't keep stalling. He had to get to the reason behind his visit and why it was that he was so gloomy, "What happened to you?"