I actually got a review (3) for the first chapter! That has never happened before! I would like to give a shout out to the three amazing reviewers.

Demonwulf1007: Thanks man. It actually takes me a long time to type up a chapter… X3

Maric: I'm really glad you're happy. I just couldn't kill Thatch. He's too awesome. XD

Insertnamehere (guest reviewer): I appreciated your apology, and, for the record, I really wasn't that mad. Also, Silver! Love that name/word! ;)

Anyway, hope you all enjoy the chapter!

Fatch turned back to Thatch, wanting to both smile and frown at the same time. It was the next day now, and the group had come back over to visit Thatch. Even though Thatch was alive, and he seemed to have become much more coherent, he was still in some pain, and he was struggling to keep up. Jenette kept him here because she said the garlic may have injured his insides severely. Even though they had somewhat healed, she still wanted to keep an eye on him in case his condition worsened.

It was strange, but every so once in a while, Thatch would become unresponsive, staring off into the distance, as if he wasn't even there anymore. To be honest, Fatch had a theory. Since Thatch WAS dead for a week, whose to say he didn't wind up in one of the three worlds? Heaven, hell, or purgatory. But creatures often times wound up in purgatory, unless they were good enough or bad enough to wind up in heaven or hell. Maybe Thatch would get random flashes of when he was there? He was kinda hoping he was wrong though. Who KNOWS what was awaiting in purgatory?

Fatch stopped long enough to realize Thatch had stopped walking, actually falling to the ground slowly. He was grabbing at his legs, and thats when everyone knew he'd reached his limit. Fatch walked back a bit, and gently picked him up, cradling him in his arms, as it'd be the most comfortable position for the younger.

The group of friends had been walking around the halls of the hospital for about an hour now, and they had been trying to make sure Thatch was happy and relaxed. It was obvious he'd be a little shaky for a while now, and they wanted to make him feel comfortable. Again, the poor guy had died after all.

Thatch blushed furiously, covering it up with his hands.

" Th-thank you... "

He mumbled. The prince merely smiled in response, carrying him back to the room, Casper and the others being close behind.

They soon reached the boys room, Fatch gently placing him down on the bed. Thatch was breathing a bit harshly, soon reaching to grab at his ribs. ' Guess Jenette had been right about the garlic... ' Fatch thought glumly, passing Thatch a glass of water from the night stand. The gray skinned creature took it gratefully, taking tiny sips. This was probably because his stomach was most likely in pain, due to the garlic. Probably burned him up.

Ra suddenly stepped forward, slowly sitting on the side of the cot. He looked at Casper and Fatch briefly as if to confirm something before turning back to Thatch.

" Um... Thatch? "

The vampire slowly lowered his glass, smiling softly at the mummy boy.

" Yeah? "

" I'm sorry... I know you're probably not feeling to great... but I have to tell you something. "

" First, can I ask who that guy is? "

Thatch asked, pointing directly at Zeke. Richard smiled brightly.

" This is Zeke. He help save us. "

" Oh. Cool. Nice to meet you man. "

Zeke grinned, reviling he actually had fangs.

" Likewise. "

" Anyway Thatch. "

Ra began again.

" I just... wanted to tell you... that we saw your- "

" Memories. "

Thatch interrupted, looking off to the side.

" I know. Septimus SORTA said it... "

" You... don't seem to upset about it. "

" Nah. No offense to Fatch, but after seeing his life, I really don't think mine was that bad anymore. "

Fatch smirked a bit, knowing that Thatch spoke the truth.

" Besides, my parents are dead now, and I've somehow come back form pur- "

Thatch suddenly cut himself off, as if he didn't want to say the next thing. Fatch narrowed his eyes, realizing what the other was about to say.

" From purgatory? "

The child nodded, eyes closed slightly. It was clear that purgatory had been horrible on the boy, so everyone dropped the subject. Casper carefully sat on the other side oft he creature, smiling ever so slightly.

" Well, when your better, we can take you out for some ice cream. "

Thatch gave him a weird look, and Casper almost feared he'd said the wrong thing. But the snicker that escaped his lips proved the ghost wrong.

" That was a quick mood swing. "

Soon the whole room burst into laughter; it was clear Thatch was starting to feel better.

Lame chapter, sorry. I wasn't sure how to continue off of the last one. ^_^'

Bonsoir!