New kid shows up at the high school the next day. Hello, the high school. Hello, the students in the high school.
Hello, Jessica.
Jessica's very talkative. It's almost hypnotic.
"So what's Arizona like?"
"Well, sunnier."
"I bet! Wow, have you ever seen snow before?"
"On TV."
"Ha ha ha! Oh man is everybody really tan? Do you hang out at the pool all year round ogling boys?"
"I'm a little too gay to ogle boys."
"Oh! Oh wow. Okay. So um, I know this is a really small town, but guess what?" says Jessica.
"What?" asks Bella.
"We actually have a lesbian here! HEY SOLVEI!" Jessica hollers across the entire cafeteria.
The next day, Solvei is late to school.
While she is busy being late to school, Bella finds herself prone on the ice in the path of an out-of-control van.
This doesn't go very well for her.
She's only about half an hour late, but the parking lot is still a bit of a scene when she gets there.
Those bloodstains do not look very okay.
Solvei turns to look at her.
Ghyslaine frowns slightly.
Solvei's expression turns slightly pleading, just around the eyes.
Ghyslaine nods.
All this having passed in only a second or two, Solvei says firmly, "Then I guess I'm going to go visit my girlfriend in the hospital."
She collects appropriate permissions. Her aunt drives her to the hospital, and walks with her to the waiting room, and then steps out.
After about ten minutes of silence she has to get up and go pace the halls for a bit.
In a hospital room, Bella is stuffed full of IVs and festooned in monitors and then left without direct attention.
That's. Weird.
Bella... decides to wait in her hospital bed until someone explains to her what the hell.
He comes out with a confused and perfectly healthy Bella walking next to him.
"Well, uh, literally no one has any idea why I can... breathe, let alone walk... so. Dad, were you invoking the power of prayer, you know how I feel about the power of prayer."
"No, I'd rather celebrate not being lacerated by also not being punctured. I don't think medical science knows squat on this one. I'd love to let them learn something, but this isn't exactly a research hospital and the stuff they had me hooked up to they said it had nothing except sudden miraculous health, so."
"Well. Congratulations on your miracle," says Solvei. "I guess I can go back to school now. What would you like me to tell the rumour mill? The rumour mill might already be a little confused - somebody suggested to me that I could get permission to go see how you were doing if I told appropriate authorities we were dating."
"Tell the rumor mill I'm - going to be back tomorrow, I guess?" says Bella. "Do you suppose the teenage boys will invent new ways to be obnoxious if people think we're dating, and if so will it at least correspondingly reduce their usual obnoxiousness?"