“Your instructor said he saw the fin; perhaps you just got confused when you were tumbled by a wave.” His words were kind, but his eyes were dagger-like. What was his problem? “You stay here, we need to give you a full once over before we release you.” He flipped the blanket back over my leg, shot me another dirty look and walked away. What the hell was that all about?

I sat there, and who should walk in but Luke. He strolled down the hallway, then leaned against the cream coloured wall about ten feet from me. He was still in his wetsuit—though it was pulled down to his waist, revealing chiselled abs and chest that any woman would die to have at her beck and call. His shimmering blond hair seemed duller under the fluorescents. The nurses twittered and blushed under his smile. I stared at his leg where I’d stabbed him. There was no wound, it was if nothing had happened.

“You son of a bitch!” I said, as I struggled off the bed, scrambling once more for my knife. The nurses tried to tackle me but I pushed them off as I fought my way towards Luke. He didn’t seem perturbed at all; in fact, the bastard seemed to be enjoying the show.

The brunette panted as she tried to twist my arm around and under me. The other nurse just grunted as I dragged them both with me, like children that were demanding my attention by hanging off my limbs.

When had I gotten so strong? Again I thought of Grandpa, his Quickening of me. This all tied in. My strength, my healing, the ability to breathe underwater. Even fighting off whatever power Luke had tried to use on me. All if it was tied into what Grandpa had done; this feeling that I was somehow whole, that all the pieces were fitting inside of me.

“Leave her to me,” Luke said, his voice soothing, his hands warm as he gripped my wrists.

“We should leave her to him,” The brunette said and the other nurse nodded as they stood, brushed themselves off and walked down the hallway, their eyes glazed.

“Listen here Obi-Wan, what did you do to them?” I tried to wave in the direction of the nurses, but my hands were trapped in his steady grip.

“You have to trust me on this Quinn. I will explain this all to you, I promise, but not here, not now.” His eyes bore into mine as if the intensity of his gaze could convince me. I glared at him; I was tempted to spit in his face.

“You stopped me from saving her. And what the hell did you mean by its better this way?” I said, my jaw tight and my hands clenched in fists. His thumbs attempted to work their magic on my forearms, but I would have none of it. I jerked my body away from him, stumbled on my bitten leg as a nerve pinched, and fell to the cold hard linoleum. I bit down on a whimper that tried to escape, as my leg throbbed in time with my heartbeat.