If We Could Make it There

Thanks for Nothing

Ashlyn POV

So it didn't work. My arm's not better. In fact, it looks worse. I know that Caylie did try to make my arm better. But this? I've known it's been bad for some time, but not his bad. Not bad enough that you can't fix it. I am afraid. Terrified. Caylie, a person who can supposedly heal all wounds, can't heal this? Maybe we were wrong about her. I dunno. Maybe she could only do it once?

I gasp in pain as my arm continues to throb. Caylie seems to be at a lost for words.

"I..." she starts, but I hold up a hand to silence her. We need to figure this out. Why can't she fix it? We don't know what attcked Jack, so we can't compare the injuries. She hasn't tried to heal anyone else but Jack and me, so we can't compare me with anyone else either.

But my arm... Un-healable. At least I can use it, where as Caylie couldn't. That reminds me... What did happen to Caylie in that forest? She never did say... Only that Cheryl did it.. Which we know she didn't. But Grace didn't either. So what happened?

Okay. First priority at the moment: Why couldn't she fix my arm? Goodness knows, I can't figure it out. Who can.... Duh, Cheryl! But Cheryl... I believe, if my account of the story is correct, that she screamed and tried to attck Caylie because she couldn't figure something out. Should we even bother? I guess we can try.

I share my thoughts with Caylie.

"We could.. Ask Cheryl if she has any idea's as to why this didn't work." I suggest, quietly. She nods. We start to slowly and carefully go towards where Cheryl is, and quietly try to wake her by shaking her arm. Eventually, she wakes and we start to explain what happened.

"....And then she couldn't fix it. She made it a... a little worse, in fact. We're just wondering if you know why." I say, trying not to hurt Caylie's feelings. Cheryl doesn't look as if she wants to talk at all, especially to Caylie. It must be because of that little.... Freak out Cheryl had. Sure, lets call it that. But in the end, she does talk.

"I dunno... It's weird, isn't it? You could heal your own wound to..." she trails off. Dang! How could I forget she fixed her own arm too? Goodness, Ashlyn.

"An animal attacked you, right? Are you sure about that Caylie? You saw it?" Cheryl asks her, suddenly eager to figure this out. She hesitates.

She would have to give Cheryl the full story, the story she hasn't even confided in me. We would have to tell her about the person disguised as Cheryl, the iodine, and our suspisions of Grace. Should we tell her? More importantly, can we trust her?

As I look at Caylie, I know that she is thinking along the same lines as I am. I can see the thought, clear and fresh in her mind:

Should we tell Cheryl...?

I look at her, poke her arm as to get her attention, and nod. She nods back. This is going to take a while...