" Brighton stopped talking, and coughed."Mind you Ned, you are no stranger to noxious fumes - with that odd tobacco you smoke." Not tobacco Hove, just...a relaxing herbal plant from the Far East. I soothes my nerves, and helps me to see things with great clarity." So you say, Holmes, so you say. Wouldn't you rather take up the violin, like Sherlock?" Asked Brighton, hopefully."Indeed, I would not." Shame, ah well. Off to the houses of ill repute are we then, old chap?" said Hove, with a downcast. I could see through the hole in the man's back. Rolling him over, I looked at the face and didn't recognize him. Walking to the second man, I didn't bother to stop because my round had hit the man in the neck and his head was barely attached. I walked over to third man and looked down at him."Get up, scum!" I said as I kicked the moaning man in the side.The man rolled away from the kick, revealing that he was a boy of around fifteen years of age. He just lay there crying, his broken arm lying. I don’t care.“You six. Go get the ball, get in a circle, and pass it around already. Take it out on the beach ball, not the therapists. They’re here doing their job trying getting your strength, balance, and whatever else it takes to get you recovered enough that the doctors will let you go home, or at least stop coming here for physical therapy. If it didn’t hurt a bit or push you harder than you think you can go, then they aren’t doing a very good job are they? Don’t even think about giving. Thiswas fine with Kaylie. Madeline and Hillary created a supportive teachingenvironment, and Kaylie knew she needed as much girl socialization time aspossible.Madeline sat down in front of Kaylie with a serious demeanor. "We need totalk about some sensitive topics. Please pay attention." Kaylie nodded."I know what happened in Hillary's room last night. But I want you totell me about it.Kaylie turned pale. "Did we do something wrong?," she cried."No, what happened is something young people.