"You..." I began, peering at my surroundings.

I lay on a bloody gurney, wrapped up in hospital gauze. Hospital certified operation equipment had been stacked inharmoniously at my side. Hospital operation utensils lay on an extendable tray attached to my makeshift operating table.

"Brought me..."

The dim light of an Operation light half blinded me as it was turned off. The dark splotch of forgotten light still lingered in my stare as I looked around for my... ignorant family. Their figures were hard to see with the slowly fading splotch, but with every tired blink it seemed too revive itself, becoming more and more like a Rorschach test. Though, even with all its hindering existence, I could definitely tell who was who.

"To a hospital?" I put as much emphasis on the last word as I possibly could.

Nick smiled weakly through my inky, black partial blindness. He knew I wasn't happy. Angela was constantly fidgeting for a good excuse as too why they'd risked our entire race too one life, such as mine. She wanted to tell me it was because they loved me, but... that wasn't going to stop the wrath of Marcus if he ever found out. And I was almost positive that everyone in there knew that... except one.

"Tell me there isn't a doctor in here." I prayed aloud. My anger was subdued immediately by the doctor's voice. He was your average, middle-aged, respectable doctor. And once my partial blindness had subsided, I was shocked to see through his wrinkled exterior, that he was threatened.

"Y-yes, sir." He said. His full, white hair was a mess, as if he'd been running his hands through it in frustration for the past few moments before I'd awakened. That crooked nose of his was pulled up along with his heavy, brown brow. The man was under duress.

"Angela!" I yelled. She snapped in place, and almost jumped off the wall.

"What?" She asked, half complaining. "We had to make sure you were alright."

"Apologize to this man for threatening him." My words were made out to be bullets, but they were more like rolled up paper balls. The strain in my unused voice was definitely the culprit in that. But, as I saw it work in my favor, she did apologize. Without arguing, I might add.

I pushed myself up, and felt the upper half of my body shift slightly. Almost being sawed in half can do that to someone. I was no different. But, with all the drugs that were now pumping through my veins, it felt more like ants had been crawling around my wounds. The entire room seemed to jump forward at my movement, but a quick angry glance at all of them stopped their begging hands. I knew they wanted to help me back down, but we really were in no position to overstay our welcome... if you could even call it that.

I swung my feet over the side of the bed, grunting in discomfort, and hopped off.

"Miraculous..." The doctor said, his hands shook as he tried to slick his dry hair back. But to no avail, as his hair just jumped back in front of his face. He had a defined face. Ever look at an old picture of your mom or dad, and think, they don't make faces like that anymore, as if it were a generational thing... that's the anomaly this man reminded me of. His thick cheeks, slight wrinkles except for his brow, and a perfectly clean shaven neck. It wasn't something I've come across before. At least, that I remember.

The doctor stared at me for a short while, trying to make himself believe that someone who'd come in almost in two pieces, could be standing after only thirty minutes of trying to stabilization. And seeing it rude, on a moral level, to intrude upon this man any further, I cut the ties between our minds. But to be honest, being thought of as a miracle was definitely flattering.

"Doc." I said, pulling my hospital garb closed behind me. It was a horrible garment, probably the worse I'd ever had to wear. It's bright green color, would definitely be a beacon to our kind if any were to see us escape. And realizing this, I asked Angela to find me my clothes mentally.

When she left without a word, and stopped at the opened doorway with a turn and grateful smile towards the doctor, I felt a slow warmth overcome the room.

"Doc?" I asked, snapping him out of whatever he was thinking.

Nick and Emily had taken a seat at the edge of the motel-like operating room. They must've dragged the chairs in during the takeover. I should have realized it first. It's waiting room grey lining with a reassuring, auburn fabric filling, definitely did not suit the dark blue operating room. Nor the many, many heart rate machines, stand by catheters, or any of the other instruments I could only guess at. They were all stacked against the right side of my bed. Some were letting out soft constant rings, others were happily quiet.

"Yes, sir?" He said. My frustration that someone like him, who'd save many more lives than I, would be scared so much as to call me sir, was definitely showing on my face.

"Please, sir, don't call me sir. You saved my life, and my family only threatened you." Nick looked down, but Emily kept her fear stricken face planted firmly over her features. I knew that convincing her that this wasn't her fault would be hard... but that would have to wait. "I owe you my life, sir. But right now, you are in terrible danger."

His face flickered a small flame of fear as I continued to tell him of the dangers of me being here, careful not to let anything about any of our origins slip. And when I was done, he was quick to tell me where he'd sent blood that he'd taken for diagnostic purposes. He said it was to make sure I wasn't allergic to anything, and I believed him. I didn't even have to prod at his mind. He deserved better than that.

And after I sent Nick, I grabbed up the reluctant Emily, and we made our silent escape. I thanked the good doctor one final time, apologized once more before we both disappeared from the two story window, into the dark Canadian night.

God speed, my interesting acquaintance.