Miles slowly regained consciousness and took in his surroundings. Isaac was leafing through a newspaper and mumbling about race horses while March was passed out at the foot of the bed, lightly drooling on the sheets. Miles breathed a sigh of relief. Some things never change. That was when he realized both his wrists were heavily bandaged. He tried moving them, only to be met with immense pain. He groaned and Isaac realized he was awake.
"Morning, did your highness sleep well?" He said swiftly folding up the newspaper. Miles rolled his eyes.
"Spare me the jokes and tell me what the damage is."
"The mission fallout or the damage to your arms?" Isaac seemed genuinely concerned about the latter, though Miles knew he would never admit to actually caring about anything.
"Both." He replied seriously.
"Mission fallout was actually minimal. The enemy spies got away, and you were found on a roof with your face planted in your own vomit." Isaac couldn't help but smirk slightly while bringing it up, despite knowing the severity of such a situation. Miles grimaced as the image of him in that position popped into his head.
"March was the one who found you, and was in a complete panic when I arrived." Isaac smirked once again as he motioned to the still sleeping girl. Miles put his face in his palm. While reliable, once she panicked March was next to useless. They needed to work on that.
"And my arms?" Miles said, the initial pain gone, leaving him able to pull both his arms up in front of him.
"The cavorite bracers gave you some severe burns, so you won't be able to use them for awhile. Boss is trying to find a way to make them work better, but none of the scientists seem to have any way to stop the heat or the...poisoning." Isaac looked away as he said that last word. Miles clenched his fist, accidentally resulting in another bout of pain.
"Damn, our trump card is out of commission." He muttered. Isaac let out a sigh.
"You know, if March heard you say that she would probably go nuts right?" Miles cocked his head in response and Isaac shook his head.
"So how long have I been here?" Miles asked.
"Not long, it's just been one night. You won't be able to come back to school until tomorrow when they finish treating the burns. I suggest you come up with a good reason for the burns in the meantime. The bandages are going to draw attention. Now if you will excuse me, me and my sister need to get to class." Isaac said as he walked over to the other side of the bed and pulled March up by her shirt collar.
"Gehuahwhat?" She mumbled as she abruptly awoke, then upon seeing Miles awake, her eyes widened.
"Miles! You're awake I'm s-" She said as she tried to rush forward and hug him, but Isaac quickly pulled her collar back and began dragging her out of the hospital room much to her dismay.
"Classes now, happy reunion later, and wipe that drool of your face." He said in his best authoritative big brother voice as they left the room. Miles chuckled and breathed another sigh of relief. Some things never change.

"And so that is how my first attempt at cooking went." Miles said, motioning to his bandages as he concluded his story. His classmates murmured a mixture of amusement and pity, and Miles saw Isaac shake his head out of the corner of his eye, but the rest of the class didn't seem to think much of it.
"We always just have our maid or butler prepare our food. Not much point in doing it ourselves if we don't have to." One classmate chimed in as the teacher entered the room and they dispersed to their desks.
"Class, I have some special news for you. You have probably noticed the open desk near the door, and today it is being filled by an exchange student from America!" The teacher motioned to the still open door and a girl entered. The teacher began introducing her but Miles ignored it. There was something off about this girl that made him on edge. He slowly reached into his desk and pulled out a pen. The teacher had just directed the girl to her desk when Miles made his move. He threw the pen straight at her head. In one swift motion the girl pulled her head back and caught it with her hand as it passed her. There was a moment of silence in the room, even the teacher being somewhat taken aback by the display.
"Uh. Thanks I guess?" The girl said sarcastically, flipping the pen around. As she haughtily walked past him.
"Oh, uh... Yeah I just heard that Yanks had really good reflexes...so I decided to test it out!" Miles managed to stammer out. He sat down, feeling the eyes of the whole class on him as the American went to her seat. Despite the massive embarrassment he suffered, he had managed to confirmed one thing: That girl was not just a normal foreigner.

"So uh...You mind explaining what that little stunt was in class today?" Isaac asked as he and Miles walked back to the dorms.
"You saw her reaction."
"I did."
"So you know why I did it." Isaac shook his head.
"Look, just because you suspect someone is suspicious doesn't mean you have to act on it. Imagine if she hadn't caught it like she did. You'd probably be in detention right now." Miles shrugged in response.
"We were taught to trust our instincts. That's what I did." Isaac continued shaking his head as he pulled several letters out of his bag.
"Another mission?"
"Yup. I'll have to decode them once we get back. Looks like it'll be another late night." Isaac looked down at Miles' still bandaged wrists.
"I'll be fine, really." Miles assured him.
"Yeah I'm not the one you'll need to be convincing." He said, a wry smile spreading across his lips.

By the time Miles and Isaac climbed onto the dorm rooftop, March was already there.
"So is Cecilia your type?" She said, not bothering to turn and face them.
"Cecilia? Oh the foreigner. Don't you start getting on my case about it too. I suspected she wasn't normal and I confirmed it. End of story."
"Now is not the time for a lovers quarrel you two."
"They started it." Miles and March said at the same time. Isaac rolled his eyes.
"Are you sure you should be going out with your wrists in the state they are in?" March asked as they began jumping rooftop to rooftop towards their destination.
"They're fine." Miles replied, not wanting to admit that they were stinging a little every time he used them while landing.