Today was not a good day for Deimos, slowly the dragon child began to understand why exactly people went to great lengths to avoid being shot. Now that both the shock and the pain medicine he'd been given had worn off, he felt like his leg was threatening to fall off. To top it all off he was laying in his bed, with the remote halfway across the room and his television was currently on some reality show. He was attempting to sit just so perfectly still as not to jar his leg, but he swore even the movement of his own heartbeat was jostling him.

He heard his front door open, the voices of his parents and one other voice. He couldn't necessarily tell who it was, but his curiosity didn't overwhelm his urge to sit his door creaked open and he internally groaned at the idea of someone else coming to move him. But instead he was met by a familiar little fawn.

"Hey! Calyps-owch!" Deimos winces since he had actually sat up straight.
"Sorry! Don't move! I'm just here to take care of you." Calypso smiles, sitting in Deimos's office chair. "Your parents said I could stay over until your better." She adds, her legs crossing in the chair as she suddenly realized it had wheels. How fun. She began rolling the chair across the hardwood experimentally.

"Oh! Nice! It'll be like a fun sleepover… that I can't move much for." Deimos laughs, painfully shifting himself to sit more upright.

"I know right! So much fun! Also, your mom told me to give you this." Calypso digs around in her loose robes and produces a pill bottle, which she hands to the half dragon.

"Finally, drugs. I've been dying here." Deimos laughs, unscrewing the bottle of hydrocodone. "You know, getting shot sucks."
"Hey at least it was in the leg." The fawn mentions. She couldn't imagine how much worse with would have been if he'd taken a body hit, or a wing.

"Point taken. Hey why don't you hand me the remote over there and I can put on a movie." Deimos offers, just ready to be rid of the garbage that was on T.V right now. He was sure there was something good on one of the movie channels. Calypso quickly kicks off the desk, rolling the chair half-way across the room to retrieve the remote on her way past it before spinning around and kicking off the opposite wall, which shot her across the room a bit harder than expected… Dumping her out of the chair and into the floor. Calypso yelps in surprize, still laying on the floor before bursting out laughing, which signaled to Deimos it was safe to laugh as she was unharmed. His eyes trail down her mostly bare back to rest on her shoulder blades, which were surprisingly textured differently than the rest of her smooth, pale skin. Each shoulder blade had a thick, dark scar extending about the length of Deimos's hand that looked to have at one point been a clean and precise cut.

"Hey, when did you get those scars on your back?" Deimos abruptly asks, assuming there'd be no harm in it.
"Wh- oh! Those. I honestly have no idea. Had them for as long as I can remember." Calypso mentions, twisting around as if attempting to look at them herself. "Oddly enough they used to hurt. I don't remember ever getting cut initially, but I just woke up one day and I had them."

Deimos though this was strange, but then again he'd never seen the inside of a lab before. He'd never even been badly wounded until today, he began to realize just how sheltered his mother managed to keep him.

"So. You knew my mom?" He asks, deciding to pursue his own interests with this. He wanted to know more of her, what she was like and what she was capable of.
"I did. Silithia was the reason some of us were able to escape the lab in the first place." Calypso nods.

"Wait. I knew she escaped, but I thought it would have been a more stealthy, sneaking out sort of thing." Deimos asks, gathering the strength to haul himself over enough for the fawn to sit with him in his bed.

"Oh no. Silithia burned the place to the ground. underestimated how much he needed to fortify his facilities to keep in a full blown dragon with motivation to escape." Calypso explains, remembering the hellish fire ripping down the halls, burning experiments and doctors alike… and providing enough havoc to allow the few who survived the blast to escape. "One day she just snapped her chains. A lot of us died in the fire, but those who didn't die were freed by the absolute chaos."

Deimos was silent. His mother escaped, a few other escaped, but in such a fiery inferno some innocent lives were incinerated. He supposed it couldn't have been helped.

"Most of us were hunted down within the first three months… Me and Michael managed to survive for months. Then they caught up to us-." Calypso began going quiet. "They were after me. He got in their way."

"Calypso? Wait, who was Michael? Start from the beginning." He was just short of begging her to continue. This is information he'd longed for his entire life, and here Calypso knew what he needed to know, but couldn't bring herself to share. He felt pangs of guilt. If she didn't want to talk about it, he supposed it'd be cruel of him to make her. "I'm sorry. If you can't continue, don't worry I-"

"No. You deserve to know about your mother." Calypso agrees, brushing the previous bit of the conversation aside. "Do you know who my father is?" Deimos abruptly asks. Deimos longed for his real mother back, but that wasn't going to happen. Perhaps if his father escaped the blast of Silithia's escape he could have his real father.

"I'm sorry. That I have no idea about that. But I can tell you more about the lab. I have to. You deserve to know." She offers, settling beneath Deimos's thick sheets.

Calypso takes a deep breath before trying to recall everything from the beginning. "I remember Silithia started as some sort experiment that got way too far out of hand. Something about kind of fossilize blood found somewhere from what I overheard. Anyway, she was seen as the perfect example of what Dr. Crowley could do when provided with all the human genetic material he needed. However Crowley was growing more and more weary of testing his cruel experiments on her."

"Wait." Deimos stops her, confused. "He created her, but then didn't want to experiment on her?"
"Yes. He was afraid he'd ruin her and he said he needed her alive… So he was demanding she provide him with offspring to experiment on."
Deimos fell silent, realizing what his intended purpose was. He wasn't conceived from the love of two unfortunate experiments. His mother was forced to have him. Deimos always liked to fantasize that his mother had known and loved his father, but it began to dawn on him the chances of that were unprobable.

"Deimos. She escaped to protect you. She risked everything to make sure you'd never see the inside of a lab." Calypso explains, remembering the absolute fury in the she-beast's eyes as she incinerated the lab and tore her way out with every ounce of raw power she had. She overwhelmed everything just to preserve the tiny life growing inside her.

"So… Who was my father?" Deimos asks, almost too afraid to ask.
"I have no idea. Silithia never spoke of it." Calypso readjusted how she was sitting which jarred the bed slightly, causing Deimos to wince, although he did realize his leg hurt a bit less… and his arms felt heavy. "Either way. She loved you very much."

"I know. And I loved her." Deimos sighs, resting his head back against the headrest. "We have anything to do tomorrow?"

"Not that I know of. You're on rest for five days anyway, Jason has nightwatch in Star City tomorrow night so you get to sleep."
"I may fall asleep." Deimos hums, his body suddenly crashing under the weight of the drugs.
"Then sleep." And that was the last thing Deimos could remember hearing.