See yourself through my eyes

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Remi had been hurt?! He had been taken to the infirmary?! Oh no!! The news sent Phoebe into a near panic. Was he okay? How badly was he hurt? What had happened? Where had it happened? How had it happened? If it was a question an overly concerned parent or relative might ask, it was running through her brain at about 8,000 light-years a second (alright a gross over-exaggeration on the part of the narrator but you readers all get the point). Phoebe dropped all her plans for the day and immediately headed for the infirmary to check on him. Now, when Phoebe got a strong impulse or thought of what she was going to do, at least for a short period of time she was an unstoppable force. She marched herself into the infirmary with an unquestionable air of authority, and after finding out what room Remi was in, marched herself straight there. Had anyone told her someone was already in there. No. They either didn’t know themselves or were too taken aback by the direct nature of the usually meek and mild midwife to say so. Not today! Her best friend – as close to a brother as she had any more – was hurt! Nothing was going to stop her from making sure he was okay! ”Remi! I came as soon as I heard are you…” she said as she opened the door and took a few steps in. But she stopped dead in her tracks, her voice halting when wide brown eyes finally recognized just what was going on in Remi’s room…on Remi’s bed…with Sam…and they were…oh good golly Miss Molly! Phoebe turned a shade of red so dark it was almost unnatural. She spun around, hair whipping around her face. ”I’m sorry! I’m sorrysorrysorrysorryyyyy!” she squeaked as she hurried back out of the room and slammed the door closed. Mortified. She was absolutely mortified. Remi was going to be so mad at her! But…wasn’t he supposed to be hurt?! Her brows furrowed and she turned back towards the door. ”What are you two doing?! Remi is supposed to be healing!! Sam you get off him this instant and open this door!” she shouted at the door, her tone distinctly of motherly disapproval.