"Sometimes six or eight weeks, if they're cracked." I don't think they're cracked," I said. "I just had another x-ray today, but nobody seemed real co...cerned about my ribs." Six or eight weeks? Oh, man, say it ain't so, I thought to myself."That's because of your filleted arm, Sean. Ribs can heal themselves in time, but they've got to keep an eye on your cuts to make sure they don't get infected." Trent reached for the bag of chips again.The doorbell rang again, and Kayla, playing hostess,. "You were moaning like you know-you were making love and bloody hell-you kept on saying Malfoys first name!" "Yeah, and then you screamed," added Dean."It was nothing, just-just had a bad dream," I said, still halfway in the dream, emotionally. "You know what? I think I'll go and take a walk." Should we-" Started Seamus."No thanks, I'll be right back," I cut him before he could finish. My scar didn't hurt the slightest bit. I got up and walked out through the dormitory, down the steps, out the. "We need to talk," Sarah began, her beautiful serious eyes connecting with my lazy exhausted ones."I gathered as much," I replied, growing exasperated already.Sarah sighed, clearly detecting my annoyance. She shifted in her chair, and leaned in my direction."I'm not too happy with the way our relationship is going," she continued. "You haven't been around much lately, and quite frankly, I'm growing bored."I gulped. "I'm sorry. It's just that work has-" I don't care!" Sarah exclaimed,. .. fuck that was a trip.” Her hand went to her nose. A bubble of slowly expanding blood – filming around another, larger bubble of air – started to grow from her nose like a mushroom. I reached up and applied some telekinetic pressure. The bubble popped, but since I had the psychic equivalent of tissue paper around it, the blood droplets didn’t go flying off in every direction. My hand went to Tycho’s forehead and I winced.“She’s burning up,” I said.“Teep shock,” Opal said, her voice.