Though it doesn’t happen often, I do find myself unable to finish a train of thought before heading off to dreamland–or in my case just crashing out into deep slumbers because I’m so tired. And I been tired this week; it seems like I’ve played catch-up on my rest every day, including last night. Which is why I’m usually in my pajamas when I’m putting the touches on my masterpiece.
And one of the things that keep me from moving ahead quickly with the scene last night was having to rewrite paragraphs. One of them doesn’t appear here, but the last two in the excerpt I probably spent fifteen minutes on getting write, because after rereading what was originally written I about pulled out whatever non-existence hair I have. I get that was a lot these days: I put something down on paper–computer paper in this instance–and my eye immediately picks up that it kinda sucks. In the instance of the first paragraph in question it was because I had all the thoughts there, but they were way the hell out of order. This is why you edit: so your stuff doesn’t suck. At least not deliberately.
Because I didn’t get everything written as planed last night, that means you only get a small part of what I scribbled out. But I think you’ll enjoy this part. At least that’s my hope. We’ll see.
All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015, 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
Nadine waited until the hallway was clear. “How you feeling?”
“I feel okay.” Kerry leaned against the wall. “Pretty good, actually.”
“I was just wondering ‘cause when I saw you at lunch you looked like you were draggin’ a bit.”
Kerry shrugged. “I didn’t sleep much last night. Got a case of the nerves and had trouble going down.” He smiled. “If you noticed Annie’s dragging a bit, too.”
A slight smile flashed on Nadine’s face. “You both up late?”
“Just a little.” He stood and looked around the empty corridor. “What you really want?”
“Wanted to make sure everything’s gonna be okay out there today.”
“You mean when we race you guys?”
Nadine nodded. “Uh, huh.”
“Yeah. It’s all cool.” He turned a lopsided grin to the Mórrígan team captain. “I was given several personal assurances yesterday.”
“So was I. I just, you know—”
“Gotta make sure I know that you know everything’s good.”
“Something like that.”
Kerry chuckled. “There won’t be any trouble from either of us. Nothing to worry about.” He inwardly grinned, because they’d discussed this same matter after Advanced Spells the prior Wednesday. This is her job, though; she has to make sure the peace is kept. I can’t blame her for being a bit apprehensive . . .
There wasn’t a lot of activity in the aftermath of the Katahdin. Kerry spent the night in the hospital with Annie by his side, and when he was released the next day before lunch, Coraline discovered that while the magic and technology did their job repairing the damaged ligaments of his left knee, the scans indicated the repair wasn’t perfect. She decided that additional treatments were possible on an out-patient basis, and released him with the stipulation that he returned every morning for twenty minutes of treatment, and that he wear a brace until Tuesday morning, when she’d complete the treatments. She gave him a cane to use for additional support, but because she didn’t want him going up and down the coven stairs she had him sleep in the hospital Sunday and Monday nights—something that Annie did with him as well—allowing him to use the lift from the ground floor to get to the first floor ward.
During this time Emma maintained an extremely low profile, leaving Mórrígan tower only to eat and attend class. Her dormmates, Jacira Maciel and Leela Kaluwitharana, told others in their level that she usually sat on her bed and said little, though they said that Wednesday afternoon she let them know she’d be away from the tower for a while that night—
Now you know: those little magical nanos aren’t getting Kerry’s knee all fixed up the way they should fix them right away. This was something Coraline feared might happen, and now you see Kerry hobbling around the school wearing a brace while getting “out-patient” treatment. This is also the first time he’s seen being made to sleep in the hospital while getting something done because Coraline doesn’t want him walking up and down stairs. The hospital has a lift at the south end of the ward: it goes down to the ground floor and the lower levels, and up to the second and third floor, and the later of those two are going to put in an appearance soon.
And of course Annie is spending the night with him as well because Coraline is an enabler and knows there’s no way in hell she can get Annie to head off to the coven to sleep down in the B Level section without her soul mate doing the same on the other side of the tower. Good thing Annie’s considered part of the triage staff and her overnights with Kerry can be seen as, um, “therapeutic”. Yeah, that’s right. She’s helping him heal.
But this last paragraph about Emma? Well, now you know she has mates with whom she shares a room. And she’s been sticking to it because she knows she’s been a bad girl, and there are probably a couple of C Levels girls from The Tower of the Horned God looking to kick her ass. So what did Emma do Wednesday night?
I know. And I’ll tell you tomorrow.