I am okay.

Beau. 

"What happened to him?" 

Roger is placed on a bed, in one of the many grand rooms. It doesn't look like he is breathing. Nothing has been done to him. 

"He fell," Gyles lies blatantly. I think he meant to say he was pushed. The man that brought him in, places his palm on the younger boy's forehead. 

''He will be fine, just leave him with me for a couple of minutes.'' 

The older boy walks out of the room and the man reaches for Rogers. He places his palm on his forehead again and closes his eyes. Suddenly, there is a bright light emanating from his touch, slowly the big gash on the boys' forehead starts to disappear and his breathing becomes steadier. The man opens his eyes and they are a bright red colour. The most beautiful colour under the bright lights of the chandelier. After a couple of minutes, he pulls ways from the boy and walks out of the room.