AN: Although I don't want to do too quick of updates, I'm bored. And have nothing to do. And I will end up looking for avatars on photobucket for myspace. Seriously. Look on my prof. for my myspace link and check it out. I'm a sucker for icons. Also, I've just started Song of the Siren…So, I need to be slow with this story.

Part One: Conrad

Chapter Three: The Hospital Confessions

Blaze had popped her own nose out of place. And as much pain as she had given Hailley when she did it, it was at least quadrupled that the moment the doctor popped it back into place. Her scream had been so loud that the ICU unit on the fourth floor complained, and she was still on the first. The pain was so immense that she began to sob. Someone would have thought her mother died instead of having cartridge pushed back into its proper place.

The doctor tried to give her pain pills to ease her dilemma, but due to her crying and sore throat from the scream, he ended up giving her a shot. Before leaving to get a prescription for her, he gave her a change of clothes from the Lost and Found and directed her towards the bathroom so that she could really clean up. Carefully, she removed all her make-up. Two white paper towels ended up being nearly black. Just as carefully, she removed her ruined, blood-stained clothes, replacing them with a large pink shirt and some comfy white sweatpants.

She took a look at herself and sighed. In these clothes, she looked a little fat. And her nose was swollen. Really swollen. This was the worse she ever looked. And she did it to herself, to think!

"Wow…" Conrad exclaimed in a whisper when she finally got over herself and came back to the curtained room.

"Yes, my nose is a million sizes big," she managed to say.

"Well, yeah. I only noticed that second."

She looked at him, glaring menacingly. "The fat clothes."

"No, Cameron. It's you."

"What about me?"

"I can actually see you."

She blinked, and then smiled grimly. "This isn't the best time to be flirting with me. I got this"—she pointed to the nose she hit herself—"because you were flirting with me."

"You came onto me first. I clearly remember you putting your lips on mine before I reached for you."

She felt a smirk reach her lips, not wanting to argue with the boy. Her mentor's son. Her best friend's love interest. "Yeah, whatever."

"Okay, Miss Mitchells. This is the prescription. Give it to your parents when you get home," the doctor told her, giving her a stern look over.

"Thanks." She took the sheet from him, hoping to get out of here quickly.

"Now, these will make you drowsy, just like the medication I shot into you. Be careful around heavy machinery, or just any machinery at all. I can't stress how many people come in here because of that."

"Right. Okay." She was already feeling woozy.

"Be careful with your nose. I know fighting…"

Blaze's vision blurred and suddenly the doctor's voice fell away. She giggled softly at the words falling to the tiled floor. The pain eased into nothing. In a weird, distorted sense, she watched Conrad watch her watch the dancing letter. Her laugh rang in her ears.

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"You are just about as stoned as you're going to ever get," Conrad told her when he was putting her in the car.

"Oh, wow. My nails are dark!" She exclaimed, unsure of what Conrad had said. It sounded a little like, "The stone monkeys are going to get dark nails." But she could have been wrong.

"Look at me, Cameron." He cupped her face, turning her to him.

"You are so hot. I liked ya since school first day, and shit. Gangsta girl, then," she sang, laughing in his face as he held her in place with his grip.

Conrad shook his head, smiling brightly. "Blaze."

Tears flooded her beautiful eyes. "She hates me. She hates me because she loves you. And I called you a dog. And then I kissed you."

"You called me a dog?"

"She loves you. But I like you. We are in a power struggle. Tor will be mad."

Blaze tilted her head back, feeling the waves of fuzz brush her brain as she closed her eyes. She didn't want to lose Hailley. This was so hard. Why would she be challenged this way?

"Hailley thinks she loves me. We've just been really good friends since we were kids. I mean, I knew her when she was this little dramatic tomboy," Conrad told Blaze in soft voice, trying to get her to understand.

"You kissed her," she accused.

"I kissed you, too. What can I do to prove how much I like you, Cameron?"

She noticed how nasily her voice was. She should probably not talk anymore, for fear of embarrassing herself further. She looked at Conrad, into his dark eyes that held so much. Reaching her hand out, she tried to touch his face, but he grabbed it before then, kissing the palm. She smiled and closed her eyes again, for good this time, snuggling easily into the passenger seat.

"I'll prove it to you, Cameron," he whispered to her a promise that that tickled her insides as he started up the car.

Next Up: Part Two begins. Blaze is still on the outs with Hailley. But who else could possibly arrive to cheer the poor girl up? Well, certainly not Ariel. Because whenever Ariel arrives, good things tend to not happen, right?