A/N: Yay! I broke my month-long writing absence from FF with a BroadwayKhaos' Jellicle Week! A friend forced me to do NaNoWriMo last month, so I'm still in that mindset, sorta…Anyways! Back to this story! This is the sequel to Nightlife, yet you don't really need to have read that. It comes in handy though. The story focuses on Cassandra, starting Dec. 23rd of the same year as Nightlife. Suicidal themes throughout the story. Anyways, Read, Review, and all that jazz!

Ch. 1: Thoughts

What was he thinking? Cassandra thought sadly.

She sat in the waiting room of the ER, her paws aimlessly fiddling with the fedora that Mistoffelees always wore, even to his shows. They had been an item for a couple of months now, only since September, yet Cassandra already was head-over-heels in love with him.

"Cassandra?" a doctor called from the double glass doors into the main portion of the hospital. Quickly, she stood up from the green vinyl chair she was sitting in and walked over to him.

"Yes? He'll be alright?" she asked, looking anxious. She had good reason to—she found Mistoffelees in the bathroom, bleeding profusely from self-inflicted cuts on his wrists.

"Yes, ma'am. He's lucky that he got here when he did. Any longer and he would have bled to death. We're just going to keep him overnight, to make sure that he's better recovered from the blood loss," the doctor said, placing a comforting paw on Cassandra's shoulder. She nodded gratefully, and appeared to calm down slightly.

"Can I go see him now?" she asked after she took a few deep breaths. The doctor nodded and started leading her down the hallway. She noticed, with some distaste, that the hallway had the usual too-clean small characteristic of hospitals. After a moment, the doctor opened a door and a tired-looking Mistoffelees laid on the bed. She rushed over to him, kneeling down beside his bed.

"He 'Dra," he said softly, smiling slightly. Cassandra smiled slightly back, and put a paw on his arm.

"How're you feeling, Mist?" she asked him.

"Sore, yet otherwise pretty cood. I expect they're keeping me the night?" he asked hedr.

"Yeah. I'll be here early to pick you up tomorrow," she told him, brushing his cheek softly with her paw.

"You're not going to stay?"

"Doctor's wanting me to leave…" she said, glancing up at the doctor, what motioning for her to go. Misto nodded sadly and she kissed his forehead. She walked slowly out of the room and out of the hospital to her car. As the lights flashed on the dark green CRV, she walked over to it, and started driving back to her apartment on the outskirts of town. She had taken the night off, Ademetus filling in for her, because of Mistoffelees having to go to the hospital.

She picked him up the next day, bringing Mistoffelees back to her place, and there were passionately making out in the kitchen.

"Watch the wrist," Misto murmered softly, pressing Cassandra up against a wall. She nodded slightly, moving her paw from his hands to holding the back of his head as she continued kissing him.

"I'm glad you're feeling better," she whispered.

"Still not completely better…" he replied. "I need to tak it easier. Still low on blood." Pulling away from Cassandra, he sat down at the table. She poured him a cup of warm tea from the pot sitting on the stovetop, and poured a drop of scotch into it before sitting it down in front of him.

"Here you are. I figured you would want something warm," she said, sitting down beside him. He smiled softly at her as he tasted it.

"You added your best scotch to this," he said softly. .

"Me? Never… The doctor said not to let you have any alcohol," she said, smiling. He laughed softly, drinking the rest of the tea. After a few minutes of silence, he stood up.

"I'm going to head to the bathroom," he said softly. Cassandra nodded, and he walked to the bathroom, subtly locking the door behind him.