Lotte Green.
Charlotte POV.
"Your ribs are broken, your shoulder is dislocated, you are very dehydrated, and we're worried about a concussion," the doctor tells both me and my brother, the great news, but no news about my magic or what's going on with it.
"What about my magic?" I groaned.
"Excuse me?" the doctor says, he's just a human doctor, he won't be helping with my magic even if he tried to.
"She meant her charm, will she be okay?" Oliver asks, trying to hide my question about my magic.
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