The Gym, Late Sunday Afternoon

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew was restless and looking for something to do other than sit in his room and contemplate the whole not knowing who he really was thing. So he found himself in the gym with a basketball, standing on the foul line, and missing a steady stream of shots. He figured his skills on the court must have gone with the memories.

This was what guys did when they needed to think. Right?

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Andrew saw the sudden determination in his opponent's eyes and calmed himself, gathering the totally imaginary dark forces about him for protection.

As the ball zoomed towards him, he held out his right hand and simply said, "Halt!" In his mind, the ball was going to come to a screeching stop inches away from his outstretched hand. It was going to be so cool. In reality it crashed into his hand, bending his wrist backwards with a painful pop, and slammed into his chest. He toppled over backwards.

"Ow," he said, not moving. He was pretty well under the impression that everything in his body was currently broken.

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"Are you okay?" Charlene rushed forward, stopping next to him and picking up the basketball in case this was a trick. It really didn't look like one though, because ow. "I'm so so sorry. Except, you know, you asked for it, being evil. And that looks like it hurts. Maybe I can heal it?" She glared at the wrist, thinking heal heal heal heal... and nothing happened. "Or not?"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew attempted to move his wrist.

"..." That would be the silent scream.

After a moment of writhing about the floor in pain, he croaked, "I think I'm broken. For real. My evil mojo isn't working like it should. I should have totally been able to stop that ball. That's like kid's stuff."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

Now Charlene really felt badly for him. "I'm sorry? Come on, we should get you to the Clinic. Even if they're in on it." She dropped the ball, and reached for his uninjured arm. "I promise, truce until you're not broken any more. Then we can go back to, um, fighting each other. You can trust me, I promise."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew was in too much pain to say no. Besides, she was of the good. That means she has to honor her word and all that. He didn't.

"Sure. Truce. Clinic." He totally let her pull him up. "Um, do you know where the clinic is?"

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"I went there yesterday, looking for a cure for my memory loss." She winced, pulling his arm over her shoulders. "And I think I have to apologize to that doctor. Well. But yeah, lean on me. We'll fix this much, at least."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew allowed her to lead him to the clinic. (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/391476.html?view=9094196#t9094196)