Izzy's POV:

I wake up first, of course. Maria had somehow flopped off of her bed, and Sammy had completely turned the other way, so that his feet were at the pillow. Weirdoes. I roll my eyes, then get up to check on Sammy. A lock of hair had fallen into his face as he slept, and it was starting to bother me. No Izzy, leave it alone. You're not to touch Sammy's hair. But it's annoying! I argue with myself. No, I need to leave it alone! Oh my gods, why am I even having this conversation with myself!

I eventually just got up to move it so I would stop arguing with myself. I kneeled down beside the bed, and gently brushed the lock out of his face. I smile, and of course he just HAS to wake up.

"Hey," he whispers, smiling.

"Hey," I reply. "How are you feeling? That was one nasty hit yesterday." He laughed once, a sound deep and full of sarcasm.

"Just amazing," he snorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How would you feel if you're back had been sliced open, and you were thrown against a wall?" I grimaced, knowing he was right. "And why is my shirt off?"

"Oh," I muter. I blush slightly, but continue. "We had to take it off to get to the cut underneath."

"Oh," Sam repeats. I roll my eyes.

"Did you seriously not think of that?" I teased. He blushed a little, giving me all the answer I needed. I roll my eyes again. "You can be such a Seaweed Brain at times, you know that Repair Boy?" He blushes a little more, but doesn't say anything to defend himself. "Well, I'd better take a look at your head. Can you sit up?" I ask. He nods, and slowly rises. I can see him trying not to grimace, and I frown slightly.

He turns around, and gives me a full view of his extremely muscled back. Well, at least his back has healed nicely. I tell him so, and he agrees. I bring my hands up to his hair to part it so I can see the injury on his head. It still looks bad, but a lot better than before. I get up to grab nectar, and he follows me with his eyes.

"So what did you do after I passed out?" Sammy asks.

I continue to gather supplies, but reply, "Well, we killed the manticore, then carried you to the motel."

"Oh," he says simply.

"You didn't really think we'd leave you there?" I ask, turning around. He blushes a little, and rubs the back of his neck.

"Well, I'd hope not," he jokes slightly. I sigh teasingly, and go back to the bed. I kneel again and tell him to turn around. He does, and I part his hair to pour the nectar over the head wound. He flinches a little, but straightens his back just as quickly.

"Sorry," I apologize.

"It's ok." I finish pouring the nectar on his head, and he lays back down.

"I'm going to wake up Maria. She seems to have somehow rolled onto the floor during the night." Sammy chuckles, and just nods. I move over to Maria, and think about scaring her awake. But then I remembered what had happened the last time someone had done that. They got punched in the nose. I did NOT want a bloody nose this morning, thank you very MUCH! I gently shake her awake, calling her name softly. She refuses to get up. I sigh, knowing what I would have to do.

I go to the bathroom and fill one of the complementary cups with ice cold water. Walking back over to Maria, I start to count down. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1" I dump the water on her head, and she shoots up.

"BY THE ANGEL IZZY!" she screams. "Now I'm all wet!"

"Well, if you had gotten up sooner, she wouldn't have had to do that," Sammy says in my defense.

"Thank you Sam. And I did TRY to wake you, but you refused to get up." Maria grumbles something about betrayal of friendship, and I just smile innocently at her. Maria and I take turns in the bathroom to change, and decide to go get breakfast. Sammy starts to get up too, but I stop him. "No Repair Boy, you need your rest. I don't want you to get a concussion when we're only two days into our quest." He sighs, but agrees and lays back down.

"At least bring me something good," he says.

"I will," I reply smiling. Maria and I head out the door. As we walk down the stairs, she smiles at me.

"So," she starts. "You and Sammy? Are you a thing yet?" I slap her arm lightly, but blush.

"NO! We're just friends."

"Doesn't seem like it," she mutters. I roll my eyes, and continue walking.

AN: How'd you like it? A little short, but oh well. Anyway, I love you all! 3

Luv,

Owl