The Unnamed Feeling

Elspeth Kersy, the healer chick who would much prefer to be gifted at destructive magic

They walked through the rows of cars for what seemed like an eternity, there were millions of them, everything from Pulsars to Chargers, Holden to Bentley...name a car and it was at Elspeth's place. Hell! She even had replica of the Deloran sitting there, cushioned right between the black Impala and an old brick wall. "Why don't you boys ever go to an actual doctor. I don't actualy know anything about medicine, I'm just good at healing magic." Quinlen shrugged "You're free, also I don't trust doctors."
Elspeth led Wolfric to a bench and comanded him to lay down. She placed her hands on his wound and chaneled a healing energy into it. When it had finaly bound itself together she removed her hands. Quinlen sat in the corner drinking a cup of tea that he'd helped himself to "finished? I have a routine I wan to finish." Backing away from her work Elspeth nodded "I'd like to know what did this though." The werewolf sighed "I got into a fight with some vampires..." Quinlen let out a moan of annoyance "duuude, I thought you had shit sorted with them!"
"I did."
"What happened then?"
"I called them blood sucking freaks..."
"You can't do that! Just cause your brother is an asshole doesn't mean that you have to go around picking on his kind, that's racist dude."
Wolfric laughed "says you".
Quinlen rolled his eyes and got up, putting his now empty mug on the sink. "Are you alright to go home? You can crash at mine if you need, as long as you don't fvck up my practice again."