Your brother saves the day

You are still shaking like a leaf as you step out the clinic, the heat inside of you growing hotter and hotter. Desperate for relief, you start to flutter your wings, hoping the breeze would cool you off. Instead of relief though, a sparkly powder comes off. Breathing it in makes the heat worse. Unknowingly to you, your once blue fingertips are turning pink and your frost magic is currently unavailable to you. A dangerous situation, as the strangers on the street are becoming effected by your dust as well.

You are startled out of your daze by a voice calling out your name. Turning, you see your oldest brother, Bylur. His magic is reacting violently, pushing strangers away from the two of you, but you can see his face is contorted with worry. "Aspen!" he calls again, running the rest of the way to you, "Hey buddy, you were supposed to wait at the clinic for me. Why'd you run off?"

Wait... You were supposed to wait for him? You don't remember anyone telling you that, but your mind is so foggy with heat that is wouldn't surprise you if it made you forget. "Just wanna go home..." you mutter, swaying on your feet, "Got the... The injection... So hot now..."

"Fuck." Bylur says, "Okay, let's get you home. Dad should have something to make you feel better."

Leaning into your brother, you let him lead you home. It's going to be a long walk home, but you don't think you could fly at the moment. You know you're safe though, Bylur won't let anyone touch you.