Terik was doing his paperwork in Noland's kitchen when he heard a loud bang from the staircase. He bolted over ( as fast as he could with a metal leg) to find Noland in a pile of paper, clutching his right arm. "Noland! What happened!?" Noland tried to get up, but yelped and fell back down, causing an alarmingly loud noise, that vibrated of the castle walls. "Terik, I think I hurt my arm." "You think!? I need to call Elwin!" "No, I am fine, really..." but even oblivious queen Sophie Foster would have seen through that lie. 

Terik scooped him up, and Noland blushed furiously. They leaped to Foxfire, and got some strange looks as they ran to Elwin's department. 

"Councilours?"

"Hey Elwin!"
"What happened...?"

"Dob- I mean Noland hurt his arm."

"And Terik worries too much- ow!"

"Sorry!" winced Elwin, lying the quiet elf on a cot. The two councilours watched as Elwin flashed green, orange, and pink orbs around his arm. "Okay bad news, it's broken. Good news, it was a clean break, so it should heal in a day or two." 

Elwin put it in a cast, and told Terik to "keep an eye on him, make sure he gets bed rest." As soon as the flasher gave them the all clear, they leaped to Terik's castle. Terik immediately tucked him into a bed, and Noland objected. 

"Terik, it's 2:00 pm-"

"And the doctor said you need bedtime."

"But-"

"I promise I will make it up to you, just sleep."

When Noland woke up, Terik was not there. 

"Terik!" he called

"Yes, your sleepy-ness?" said Terik, smugly.

Noland threw a pillow at him and missed by a mile. 

"Okay, come on. I w a s right!"
Noland crossed his arms, pouting.

"I got you ice cream"

"..."

"..."

"What flavor?"

Authors Note: Wow, this is... different from what I usually write. But it was fun...