He sent her a thumbs up emoji before turning off his phone, lying back down in bed and falling asleep almost instantly.
The next afternoon, after school at football practice, students were milling about, waiting for the coach to call them back from break. Sylas was in the center of his group, one arm draped over Hazel's shoulder. Hazel had black hair with the ends dyed a silvery purple. Her head was resting on Sylas' shoulder and she laughed slightly at something someone said in the group, her violet eyes crinkling with the action.
Lilith was nearby, of course. She was with her own group of people, consisting of healers who were there in case anything went wrong. She was the team leader of the group, having the most experience with her powers and being in the group. She mostly kept to herself, today.
The coach blew a whistle, calling them back. Hazel took her place on the bleachers with the rest of the friend group as Sylas returned to the team, brushing his hair back. They began to start on drills, footballs flying through the air within moments.
After about 20 minutes of this, one of the players tackled Sylas to the ground from the side. He stuck his arm out, clearly not expecting the tackle, and there was a sickening crunch as both Sylas and the player landed on his arm. The field fell silent as Sylas looked down, more in shock than anything, as his arm stuck out at an unnatural angle.
Nobody from the med team seemed to notice at first, until Lilith finally perked up, squinting as if she weren't seeing right.
Sylas blinked, holding his arm in his free hand, squinting at it. Hazel noticed from the bleachers and panicked, standing up and running down to the field. The coach blew the whistle and action stopped as she approached him. "Jesus, Sylas!"
Lilith rushed over, her eyes wide as she knelt down. She gently took his arm with practiced hands, a warm glow emitting as the pain slowly started to subside. She focused on her work.
He looked over at her, his eyes narrowing as he tried to pull away. "No. You don't want to help me anyway." Hazel clicked her tongue, glaring at Sylas. "Don't be stupid," she said flatly. "Let her heal you." "She doesn't want to help me," he replied. "I'm a demon. What's she going to do with that?"
She looked up at him, maybe a little bit hurt by his statement, but she quickly covered it up. "I can get someone else to heal you, if you'd prefer. But I'm afraid it won't be as quick."
"Don't listen to him," Hazel told her, rolling her eyes. "He's just being dramatic. Sylas Inteburrough, if you don't let her help you, I'll break your good arm." He grumbled, but Hazel slipped her hand in his good one, squeezing it gently. "It's going to hurt really badly soon," she told him, her voice softening. "I'd rather she fix it now while you're still going through shock."
Sylas sighed, leaning back. Hazel took this as confirmation and nodded at Lilith. "Go ahead. Thanks."
She nodded slightly, taking his arm again. A golden light glowed from her hands as she healed him, the feeling warm and inviting and yet at the same time distant..
She wasn't looking at him, her mouth shut tight as she watched the task, almost focusing too much on not looking up to meet his gaze. Once it had completely healed she stood up again. "It's fixed."
