Hello dear readers, a big thank you for the much appreciated reviews, they keep me going, I'm not a very good writer but i love to write, plus this is my longest chapter! Yay… Uhm… nothing much to tell despite the usual stuff … oh and did you notice that I'm a teensy bit sadistic? No? Well then, on with the story.

-Anim-Insomnum

The stench of antiseptics entered her nose, as her senses awoken slowly. The onslaught of the influx causing a nauseous feeling, ignoring her sore muscles, she leaned over her hospital bed and emptied her stomach, letting out a small torrent of clear bile, stopping shortly as that stomachof hers was pretty much empty beforehand.

Sweating, Judy lets herself fall back into her previous position, staring motionlessly at the spinning ceilling, waiting for her sensory overload to end, thinking was hard, sluggish even. This routine kept repeating itself for the couple of days, wake up, puke, writhing in pain and nausea and after getting her bearings, comes tiredness, falling unconscious again only to get another dose of it as soon as she returns to the waking world.

It has been almost a week since her accident and three days passed since she had awakened and not one second passed without her thinking about nick, asking herself if he was alright. He fared worse compared to her. While she had some minor injuries like, cuts, some broken bones and bruises, that looked like she went for a bicycle ride in a dense forest and that is after another car drove stright into hers. Nicks injuries, as far as a doctor could her, looked like he was stuffed into a combine harvester. The doctor even said, 'that's one damn resilent fox right there, surviving such wound and live to see another day'. Luckily he didnt know that she could be the reason, which was good. Hopfully she could visit that resilent fox soon. that thought alone let a small smile grace her tired face, as the spinning room came to a halt slowly.

Despite being tired she did not sleep, her mind slowly woke up and shook off the remnants of her nausea. She clung to that tiny speck of hope she felt not long ago. Clawed at it for all it was worth, tried to catch it but it evaded her and soon she felt dread. What would nick do? Would he be angry? Did he even know she's here? Questions over questions flooded her mind, showering her tiny brain with fear at one particular thought, was it her fault for nick's condition?

Her breathing fastened, she shook from the mere thought of her being the couse of the fox' injuries. The heartrate monitors bleeps grew faster, drawing her further into hyperventilation, vision getting blurry. Shaky paws snaked to the emergency button, grabbing it, she kept pressing it frantically with what force was left in her. Not long after her desperate call for help, nurses and doctors, literally kicked down the door, shouting meaningless at each other, at least they were meaningless to judy, hurrying around her shaking and gasping form, preparing syringes and after some firm paws held her down, she barely felt the needle breaching her skin.

As the trembles slowly died down, her heart rate slowed and the breathing grew even, her mind finally succumbe to the bliss of a dreamless sleep.

Weeks passed and judy still went through her cycles of misery. Countless times of waking, vomiting over the edge of her bed, occasionally geting down solid food, hyperventilating and many hours of getting counseling sessions by the hospitals local shrink, judy finally was deemed recovered enough to move on her own, which relieved judy to no end. No nurses to help her get off her bed, onto a wheelchair, to the rest room and like a toddler, be seated on the pot. Well, getting under the shower was a more embarassing experience. Judy shuddered at the memory. Pushing it away as quick as it came, she enjoyed her new freedom, heading out of her room, moving through the hall until she grew tired and limped back to her room, her reach increasing with every attempt.

Everytime she went for her walk, she asked a passing nurse or doctor about nick, their replies wer mostly incapable to satisfy judys her mind. All she knew, was that he was in a room in that huge building filled with hallways and doors, kept sedated, not wanting him to attempt another escape and risk that his wounds reopen yet again. After gettong the same answer to her questions over and over again, she grew paranoid, why did it feel like they were keeping something from her? Maybe its nothing but her mind trying to goad into an abyss of dark and toxic thoughts. Shaking her head she limped back to her bed, was tired, her body welcomed the soft touch of the mattress underneath her, alleviating her aching pain.

Dinner time soon rolled by and a nurse with a tray walked in. Judy just rolled her eyes, yes the hospials food was healthy and specially adjusted for her nutritional needs but has it to taste so bland? The carrots while being fresh were tasteless and she should know how a carrot should taste like. Those things were far from it. A loud growl echoed through the silent room, judy just held her stomach, she didn't want to eat that stuff but that stomach of hers insisted to be filled, as fast as possible. Grabbing the tray, she wolfed down the food, leaving nothing left.

"Happy?" She asked her stomach sarcastically. It replied her with a statified gurgle. 'Ew' was the only though passing her mind. After her unconventionally fast meal, judy set the tray aside and let herself fall back into the, for her size, big pillow, staring thoughtlessly to the ceiling, listening to the various noises and voices made by the other animals and doctors as well as the noises of a buzzing city just behind the blinds of her room. She paid the voices no mind, until a booming yell got her attention.

"He did what?" The deep voice of a male yelled, clearly distressed by whatever news he got.

Another male voice, this one softer, answered the first ones question, "patient wilde of room 613 escaped again. Dr. Frey and miss Guerra were able to catch him and get him back to his room without any significant injuries."

"What do you mean, 'without any significant injuries?" Questioned the other. Seemingly hesistant, the softspoken voice said, "well, uh, while Frey and guerra catched him, the patient may have gotten a minor concussion not severe but further observations are needed to gauge the extent of that concussion other than that, wilde did not recieve any damage to his existing injuries"

A deep sight could be heard, "that fox will be the death of me and probably his own, get back to work Mauser, I'll take care of that issue" and with that and some heavy pawsteps, the conversation stopped.

Aftee hearing that piece of information, judy felt that familiar quickening of her heart, pounding against her ribcage. She finally knew where he was and quickly grabbed her crutches, got out of her bed and with that, she was out in the white halls of the hospital. Passing room after room, taking in all the numbers on the small iron panels besides the doors. Until she stood infront of the one she sought after. She opened it with the handle of one of her crutches and pushed it open and closed it behind her.

Holding her breath, judy edged closer to the bed longing to finally see the one who could completely understand her, the one which she had so carelessly cast away, like an used toy. Pulling up a chair and clibing it, she gasped as soon as she laid her eyes on nick. His stitches and scars on his face alone were fare worse than the doctors had told her, straps drapped over him to prevent any further escape. It broke her heart to see him in such a condition.

Judy just sat there, brushing her paw carefully through nicks soft fur. Hours passed as she kept doing it. "You look horrible" she whispered dolefully into the room.

"You look like a roadkill yourself, carrots" came the soft and sudden reply from nick. Startled she withdrew her paw and stared at him mouth agape.

The fox snickered weakly, "close your mouth, or are you trying to catch some flies?"

Still getting no reply from the stunned bunny, he talked once again with a questioning look on his face "jokes aside, why are you here?"

"More importantly, who are you?"

Judy's face gradually paled.