Dean ran to the library after he and Bobby had set up all the dynamite and salt. They were blowing this house to kingdom come. The entire time he had been worried about Lyssa. She should have made it out of the room already. He made it to the doorway and stopped.

Lyssa was on her knees coughing. Dean knew it didn't sound good. Not at all. He was at her side in an instant. He saw the blood on her hands and the corner of her mouth.

"Broken rib...Probably...Punctured something...," she tried to say.

"Alright. Come on, we'll get you to a-," Dean started helping her to her feet.

"No hospital, Dean. Promise."

Lyssa leaned against Dean. She felt him breathing. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as he swung her up in his arms. She muffled her whimper of pain in his jacket.

"Bambi, your ass is going to a hospital," he said his tone hard.

"Dean-."

"No, you're going. That's final."

Dean looked down at Lyssa but she wouldn't meet his eyes. He carried her out of the room and down the hall. He held her closer when she started coughing again. Bobby came out of the living room. He looked at Lyssa in Dean's arms.

"How bad?" he asked.

"Call Chance and ask her to meet us at the hospital. I think she broke a rib and it punctured something," Dean said.

"Shit. Go, I'll finish this."

Dean nodded. He carried Lyssa out of the house. He apologized for every jostle and tried to go slow and steady. She never said a word to him. He got to the car and opened the passenger door and placed her inside. He ran around the other side. He climbed in the driver's seat and started the car. Lyssa started coughing again.

"Bambi, it'll be okay. I'm going to get you help," he said rubbing her back.

"I hate you," she finally said.

Dean put the car in gear and backed out of the driveway. He tried to miss the potholes. He stared at the road. He refused to let tears form in his eyes. This is what he had wanted, a part of him anyway. Lyssa not wanting to do anything with him. Apparently all he had to do was haul her ass to a hospital. He had to shake his head a little. She was like Sam. Out of all the things to be afraid of in the world his brother had chosen clowns and apparently Lyssa had chosen hospitals. Why were the smart ones, the weird ones?

***

Sam kissed Artie one last time before he rolled off of her. He laid on his back as she cuddled next to him. He felt her kiss his shoulder. He turned and looked at her.

"God, I can't believe they managed to put a spell on us even though they were dead," Sam said.

"Well, it was partly my fault. I touched their crystal ball. It was shining though," Artie added.

"Oh God, not you too. What is it with people? I mean who cares if it's shiny?"

"I care. Hey, what do you mean by me too? Who else likes shiny things?"

"Dean and..." Sam trailed off.

Artie knew whose name he was going to say. Jess. She cuddled close to him. She ran her hand though his hair. He turned and looked at her. She kissed him softly. She saw that he couldn't really meet her eyes.

"Jess, right?" she asked softly.

"Yeah, Jess. The shinier the better," he said.

"Sam, I won't get hurt if you think about her or want to talk about her. You loved her. And to tell you the truth, for the whole like ten minutes I saw her, I did think she was cool."

"Ten minutes, huh? Really spent a lot of time on the background story, didn't they?"

"Oh and we only saw John for about five episodes the first season."

"Are you serious?"

"Very. And every time they did show him, Lyssa would boo and call him a dead beat dad."

"And yet she's a Dean girl."

"Yeah. Man, I wish you could have heard her when she saw Dean following John's every..."

Artie trailed off when she saw the faraway look in Sam's eyes. She sighed and wanted to smack herself for going on and on the way she had. She had seen how Sam had reacted to losing John, pain in the ass that Papa Winchester was; it had still hurt to see him die. Although, he had saved Dean so...Yeah, Artie shook her head. She wasn't going to mention that to Sam and Dean anytime soon.

Sam thought about his last conversation with his father. He had started a fight...Like always. He had so many things he had wished he had said to John. Mostly that he did love him. And that he had realized John had done the best that he could.

A knock on the door broke them both from their thoughts. Sam grabbed his boxers and jeans and answered the door. Bobby walked in, raised an eyebrow at Artie trying to cover herself then turned back to Sam.

"Dean took Lyssa to the hospital. I came to remove the spell and drive your asses there. However, if you're busy I can wait," Bobby said smirking a little.

"Let us get dressed then you can remove the spell," Artie said.

"Alright. But I'm giving you five minutes."

Artie was already reaching for her clothes. She shook her head. Lyssa had gotten hurt again. Dean was doing a piss poor job of watching over her.

***

Dean leaned in the doorway of the hospital room. Chance had been waiting for them and had rushed Lyssa off. After she had come and told Dean the damage. One of Lyssa's ribs had broken and punctured her lung. Her lung had then begun to fill with blood. Chance had drained it but apparently Lyssa better get used to the room. She would be here for a few days. And Chance had also ordered a psychiatrist to come talk to Lyssa. Great, Bambi was going to kick his ass.

Lyssa laid on her back staring at the ceiling. She knew Dean was there even before he knocked softly on the door and walked over to her bed. She had this radar when it came to him. She didn't know how the hell it had happened but she could always sense him when he was close. Probably another gift from the man upstairs. She wished she could kick him in the face and tell him to shove his gifts where the sun didn't shine.

"Bambi, I know that you're a little bit mad," Dean stopped when Lyssa glared at him, "Okay, a lot mad but...I'm not sorry. You needed a hospital."

"I am not getting this lecture from you," she said coldly.

"And why not?"

"Really? You want me to go there? Alright, Mr. I'm-not-going-to-die-in-a-hospital-where-the-nurses-aren't-even-hot."

"Dammit, Lyssa, what did you want me to do?! Bring you back to the hotel and watch as you drowned in your own blood!"

"Yes! That's what you were suppose to do! Because now I'm going to have to talk to a damn shrink-."

"Come on, it's not that bad."

"Really, have you ever done it?"

"Well.....Ahh.....No-."

"Then don't tell me it's not that bad. They stand there and say they want to be your friend; meanwhile they are analyzing everything you say and do. They want you to talk about your feelings but then stuff you full of drugs so you don't really have any. Everything you say has a hidden meaning. They look down at you if you dare have an opinion of your own or disagree with theirs. And finally if they can't break you, they try to convince your family to commit you. So, don't tell me it's not that bad."

Lyssa knew she was shaking. She felt Dean climb in the bed beside her. He pulled her close and she turned towards him. She rested her head on his shoulder as she cried. She hated how much she needed or welcomed his arms around her. Back home, she had been stronger, more independent. Here, she was always falling apart and letting Dean pick up the pieces.

"I'm not going to let anyone lock you up," he said softly.

"You promise? Cause right now, it seems to me that that would be an easy way to get rid of me," Lyssa said angry that the tears wouldn't stop falling.

Dean kissed the top of her head. He held her as close as he could without hurting her. He ran a hand though her hair realizing how empty and pointless his life would be without her. She had just dropped into his lap and made herself at home in his life. Okay, granted she had watched his life unfold for four years, so had an idea what to except but...She still dove in head first.

"I promise. I don't want to get rid of you. Now, go to sleep," he said knowing that the massive dose of pain meds they gave her should be kicking in soon.

"You'll be here when I wake up," she said knowing he would but needing to hear him say it.

"Even if I have to cuff myself to you."

"I don't like hospitals."

"I know."

"And I don't hate you."

"I know that too."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Go to sleep."

"I never hated you."

"Bambi."

"I mean it would be easier if I could hate you. I mean I should. Look at you. A womanizer, a jerk, a jack-."

Lyssa was shocked when Dean kissed her. She kissed him back. His soft lips pressed against hers and she pulled him closer to her. He pulled away and ran a thumb over her bottom lip. His eyes looked into hers. She saw compassion in his green depths. He then gave her a smile. At that moment she would have done anything he asked her to. His smile was....Beautiful.

"Go to sleep," he said softly.

"You know, you're hot when you're bossy," she said yawning a little.

"Bambi."

"Alright, I'll go to sleep."

Dean laid back down with Lyssa's head firmly tucked under his chin resting on his chest. He held her close listening as her breathing even out. He hoped she would have a better night sleep tonight then she had had the other night.

***

Artie, Sam and bobby came into the hospital. Bobby saw Chance. He walked over to her the two younger ones following him. Chance smiled at him and gave him a hug.

"Long time no see, Bobby," Chance said pulling away.

"I know. How's Lyssa?" Bobby asked.

"I can only give that information to family, Bobby."

"I'm her sister, Artie," Artie said.

"And you must be the brother in law, Sam," Chance said thinking Lyssa and Dean were married since that's what the insurance card said.

"Hmm, yeah," Sam said looking at Bobby who shrugged.

"Well, Lyssa has a broken rib. When it broke it punctured her lung which began to fill up with blood. I drained it but I want to keep her here for a few days to make sure. I have also ordered a psychiatrist to talk to her." Chance explained.

"But she isn't cutting anymore," Artie said.

"I know but just to be on the safe side," Chance said knowing Lyssa didn't want any of her family to know she had fallen off the wagon.

"Chance, is that really necessary?" Bobby asked.

"Yes. I'm sure nothing will come of it."

"Can we see her?"

"Only for a few minutes."

"She's scared of hospitals. Is there any way I could stay with her?"

"Actually Dean told me that and he said he'd stay with her. Demanded it actually."

Sam smiled. That sounded like his brother. He followed behind Artie as they walked down the hall. Chance showed them to a room half way down. Bobby thanked her and she left.

Artie walked into the room and saw Lyssa sleeping her head on Dean's chest. He held her close. She had to smile. She walked into the room and he looked up at them.

"She just fell asleep. I think it was the huge does of pain killers. Finally knocked her out," Dean said.

"Probably, they always knock her out. I'm sorry Dean about-," Artie started.

"It's fine. It was the spell. Bobby is the mansion gone?" Dean asked.

"Burned to the ground. Made sure of it," Bobby answered.

"So, Dean, do you and Lyssa need any clothes or anything?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, we'll need a few things but you can bring them by tomorrow. She has to stay here for a few days."

"And she wasn't too happy about that, huh?" Artie said.

"No, she wasn't."

"I should be heading back home. Dean, you watch over Lyssa. Sam, you do the same for Artie," Bobby ordered.

"I think Sammy got the harder job," Dean joked.

"Funny. Bobby, we'll be fine. Really," Artie reassured him giving him a hug.

"Alright. Come on, I'll treat you two to dinner. Dean-."

"I'm fine, Bobby."

"Alright."

Sam hung back when they left. He looked at Dean. He felt horrible for kissing Lyssa. He knew he had crossed a line.

"Dean, I'm sorry I kissed her. I know how you-," Sam started.

"Don't Sammy. You need to apologize to her. Now get going. Isn't everyday Bobby offers to buy."

"You're right. See you tomorrow."

Dean nodded. He watched him leave. He looked down at Lyssa and sighed. He cared too much. Way too much. Hell, even his brother saw it. He would only end up hurting her. He closed his eyes and tried to push those thoughts away for the moment. They weren't helping him very much anyway.

***

Lyssa woke up to loud voices. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Dean arguing with what looked like a nurse.

"I am not leaving her," Dean said sternly.

"Mr. Bennett, please."

Lyssa almost laughed at that. Guess Dean got a new alias. She tried to sit up but whimpered. Dean was by her side instantly.

"Let me help you," he said.

"I can do that," the nurse, who Lyssa saw by the name tag was named Judy, said.

"Lady, I got it."

"Dean, play nice," Lyssa said as he helped her to a sitting position. She reached for his hand and he gave it.

"Mr. Bennett, we really must ask that you leave. Visiting hours-," Judy started again.

"Dr. Wilson knows that I am allowed to stay so why don't you call her instead of pushing your weight around?" Dean asked looking at Lyssa. He brushed the hair away from her face. The gesture seemed completely normal.

"Dean, please. Judy, my husband," the word sounded funny when she thought of Dean. Him husband? Yeah right, hell would freeze first, "isn't the best when it comes to situations like this. But the truth is, I'm scared of hospitals. Dr. Wilson knows this and agreed to Dean staying with me during my stay here. One quick call should confirm that, should it not?" Lyssa said using her rich-know-it-all-authortive voice.

Dean raised an eyebrow when Judy scurried from the room. He sat on the side of the bed and looked at Lyssa. She smiled at him. He had been arguing with Judy for the past fifteen minutes. Lyssa wakes up and two minutes later Judy was running to make that call.

"How did you do that?" he asked.

"Magic. Why were you arguing anyway? You could have left."

"I made you a promise. I ain't going to break it."

Lyssa nodded. She pulled him closer. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips softly. She sucked on his bottom lip for a moment then pulled away. She smiled at him. She rubbed the back of his neck with her hand.

"Break me out of here? I promise to make it worth your time and effort" she asked softly.

"Bambi, as tempting as that offer is, no."

"Well, I tried. Then climb back in here and hold me."

"Sure."

Dean laid back down beside Lyssa and she cuddled close to him again. She closed her eyes. She didn't open them when she heard the nurse walk back in.

"Pain medication," Judy told Dean injecting a syringe into Lyssa's IV.

"Alright," he said.

"Mr. Bennett, I can have a cot-."

"He stays right here, Judy. With me," Lyssa said holding him closer.

Dean watched as Judy left. He stroked Lyssa's hair and watched her. He decided that the next hunt, she was sitting out. He didn't want her hurt again. He couldn't handle her getting hurt again. He would never tell anyone but he had been so scared that he'd lose her. The coughing up blood had scared him more then...Anything he had ever hunted. He closed his eyes. Bambi was going to be the death of him.

***

Artie sat at the computer smiling at what she saw. Facebook. She smiled and clicked the signup button. She looked up at Sam and had to smile. Today was Lyssa's third day in the hospital and she was taking it on Dean. Who in turn took it out on Sam. And then poor Sam would mutter and bitch about annoying older brothers. Artie shook her head. She hoped they would release Lyssa soon. Then maybe they could all stop fighting.

"Dean, I get it...I know...No, I haven't...yes, I get it...Will you calm down?...Fine, whatever," Sam hung up.

"Dean freaking out again?"

"Yes. Chance is willing to release Lyssa today but not before the shrink talks to her. Which Lyssa doesn't not want to do," Sam explained sitting on the bed.

Sam shook his head and took deep breaths. He hadn't been looking for any hunts wanting Dean to be able to focus on Lyssa. Too bad that it seemed Lyssa was focused on making Dean's life miserable for the moment. Which of course Dean took out his anger on him. God forbid Dean yelled at his Bambi. And that meant Sam got dozens of calls per hour. Every hour. Especially at night when Lyssa was sleeping and dean could bitch about the nurse, hospital and everything in between. Sam laid back on the bed and closed his eyes. He prayed that they'd release Lyssa so that Dean could leave him the hell alone.

"Hey Sam, you okay?" Artie asked.

"I'll be fine. Here, if it rings don't answer it," Sam said tossing his cell phone at her.

"Not for anyone?"

"Not even for the freakin president."

"Alright. You taking a nap?"

"I'm going to try to."

Artie nodded. She shut off Sam's phone. She smiled and continued to fill out her Facebook page. She was going to tell Lyssa. Hell, maybe she'd even set up a page for her. Hmm, what were her hobbies? Oh yeah, bugging Dean and having sex with Sam. Great hobbies.

***

Lyssa pulled on the shirt and bit her lip. She was still in pain but nothing she couldn't handle. She zipped up the bag and looked around the room. She had everything. She made her way over to the window. She opened it and smiled. First floor. Score one for her. She threw her bag on the lawn and swung her leg over. She swore because it jostled her ribs but she didn't care. She was blowing this popsicle stand. She eased herself so she was straddling the window sill.

"Ah, are you Lyssa Bennett?" a voice asked opening the door to the room and walking in.

"Two doors down, Doc," she said smiling.

"Oh, thank you."

She watched him leave and smiled. She climbed out of the window and grabbed her bag. She was free at last. And she didn't have to talk to the shrink. Score two for her. Now where did Dean park the car?

***

Dean walked up to Lyssa's room and saw a man standing in front of it. He was reading a file frowning. Dean assumed he was the shrink. Well, the sooner Lyssa talked to him, the sooner she could be discharged.

"Hey, you the shrink?" Dean asked always the charmer.

"Yes, Dr. Morgan. And you are?"

"Dean...Bennett," he said remembering that the insurance card said he was married to Lyssa. Well, she had been nagging at him lately, just like a wife would.

"I'm looking for your wife's room."

"It's right here. She should be in here. Bambi?"

Dean opened the door and found the room empty and the window open. He shook his head not quite believing that she had actually taken off.

"Oh my, I think she climbed out the window. I saw her and-," Dr. Morgan started.

"Yeah, sorry. My wife hates hospitals. I'll find her so you can talk to her," Dean said turning and leaving the room.

***

Artie finished her account and clicked on the find friends. She sat there for a moment. Then an idea popped into her head. She looked over at Sam sleeping on the bed. She grabbed his cell phone and started to scroll though the numbers. She grabbed a piece of paper and started writing down names.

"Let's see how many of you have facebook accounts," she said.

She ignored her cell phone when it rang and Sam's. She was too busy having fun. No one was going to ruin it.

***

Lyssa cursed and hung up. Artie wasn't answering her phone. Lyssa looked across the street at the parkade. She took a step forward but someone grabbed her arm. She whirled around to smack that person but stopped when she saw Dean. And he was not happy. She tried to yank her arm away but he held it tight. She knew it was going to bruise.

"Dean, let me go," she said.

"Bambi, what the hell are you thinking?" he asked pulling her closer to him.

"That I'm not taking that chance. I'm not going to talk to the shrink and have him recommend me staying longer or worse. I make the choices in my life, not him."

Yeah, cause the choices you have been making lately are real good, she thought to herself.

"He wants to talk to you about your cuts. I mean anyone can see that they're healed and aren't an issue. Just come back and tell him why-."

"No."

Dean looked at Lyssa. He let go of her arm and she crossed them across her chest. He ran a hand over his face. He was at a loss as to what to do here. He thought Lyssa was fine and her talking to a shrink was unnecessary but...Chance was the doctor, she knew better than him, right?

"Bambi, you told me you did this before that you had a therapist-," he started.

"I never told her. Not any of it. I use to talk about you, well the show. I'm surprised she never threw me in the psych ward," Lyssa admitted.

"How...How did you stop cutting?"

"On my own. Told myself I wasn't going to do it anymore. That I was stronger than that."

Lyssa didn't mention how she had told herself back then that if Dean wasn't going to fall apart, and he was going to die and go to Hell, then she could live in her own Hell and survive without hurting herself. Slowly, very slowly, she managed to stop. And now after a year, she was off the wagon. Number one reason why she didn't want to talk to the shrink. He would see her fresh cuts and boom, three day mandatory stay in the psych ward. Although, worse would have been seeing the look on Artie and the Winchesters faces when they would have found out. The looks of disbelief and...Disappointment. Yeah, better to stay as far away from the head shrinkers as possible.

"And you never told her what....What was done to you?" Dean's voice brought her back to the conversation at hand.

"No. You're the only person I've ever told about that."

Lyssa leaned against the wall. She looked at Dean. He reached out and took her hand. He pulled her away from the building. He pulled her across the street to the parkade.

"Dean?" Lyssa asked.

"Alright, I'm not going to make you do something you don't want to. But Bambi...You're sitting out the next hunts till I'm positive you're healed. Deal?" Dean asked.

"Deal. Dean, have I told you how awesome you are?"

"I mean it, Bambi. No hunting."

"I mean really awesome. You are like...Captain Awesome of the USS Awesome of Awesomeness."

"Still staying in the motel."

Dean smiled as Lyssa rolled her eyes. He pulled her close and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She leaned against him loving the feel of his very physical body against hers. She wrapped an arm around his waist and hooked her thumb in his back pocket.

"Sorry about the last few days and driving you nuts," she said.

"You didn't drive me nuts."

"And you are a horrible liar."

"Only when it comes to you," he said kissing her gently on the head.

***

Sam woke up and found Artie still on the computer. He sat up and ran a hand though his unruly hair. He got out of bed and walked over to Artie. He looked over shoulder. She lowered the screen and turned to look him. She gave him a little smile.

"What are you doing that you don't want me to see?" he asked placing his hands on her shoulders.

"I...I'm writing a poem. Well, I finished it so...Yeah," Artie said still shy about her poems. Her sketches she didn't care who saw, but her poems those were personal. A glimpse into her soul. No one saw those. Not even Lyssa, who could beg for hours.

"Can I see?"

"Sam, I don't...I don't like people reading my stuff. You get that, right?"

"Of course but...I just want to support you."

"I know but...Oh man, not sad puppy."

Artie moaned and closed her eyes. Sam had been giving her the sad puppy look. She opened her eyes and saw that he was still doing it.

"Sam, stop it," she said trying to sound firm but she was caving.

"Please. Just one. You don't ever have to show me another one again," Sam tried knowing he would win. No one could resist the sad puppy look and he knew it. He had become a master at wielding it.

"Fine, but don't you ever pull that look on me again mister."

"Alright."

Artie opened the laptop screen and got up leaving the chair for Sam. She went into the bathroom where she wouldn't have to actually watch him read what she called her emo poems.

Sam sat down and looked at the poem in front of him. It was titled 'The Face No One Wants to See'. He started reading.

I see the face, no one wants to see

I see the face, hidden in the shadows

It is all alone, praying prayers that will never be heard

The face is filled with tears and with sorrow.

Sam stopped and read it again. He leaned forward to read the second the verse.

It whispers silent words

Longing to be heard

It screams how the pain breaks its heart

No one can see, how absurd!

Sam pulled the laptop closer. He read on.

I look deep, see the face

I look within the water

For the face is mine, and mine alone

My reflection somehow bitter.

Sam coughed and tired not to let his tears fall. Dean always said he was too damn emotional. He read on. Two verses to go.

Is this really me?

Is this who I am, and try to hide?

Perhaps it is me, perhaps I feel alone

Longing for someone to have by my side

I am alone.

The face no one wants to see.

The face pushed away, into the depths of darkness

I ask myself, how can I be free?

Sam read the whole thing over again tears falling this time. He closed the laptop. He got up and walked to the bathroom door. He knocked on it.

Artie slowly opened the door. She saw Sam's tear streaked face. He pulled her in his arms and she rested her head on his chest.

"That bad?" she asked nervous of his opinion.

"No, that good. It was...Beautiful," Sam said holding her closer.

"I don't think so."

"It was. And Firefly, I see you. I see your face."

Artie let her tears fall. She buried her head in Sam's shirt thankful that her spell had dropped them here. Even if it was by an accident. She had found someone who saw her and got her.

***

Lyssa followed Dean in the motel room. It looked the same. Artie and Sam had cleaned up the mess they had made very well. Lyssa threw her bag on the bed and stretched. She then cursed.

"Bambi?" Dean asked at her side in a moment.

"I'm fine. Forgot how much of a bad idea that is."

"Will be for awhile. Sucks to have a broken rib."

"You broke a rib?"

"Yeah. I was about sixteen, I was helping my dad keep an angry pissed off spirit busy while Sam dug up the body and torched it. Took Sammy awhile. I think he was pissed at Dad. Then again, when wasn't he pissed at the old man."

"So, let me get this straight. You were helping your dad while twelve year old Sam dug up a grave and torched a body?"

"Yeah."

Dean saw the looked on Lyssa's face. She bit her lip and turned away from him. He took her arm and turned her back to face him. He wanted to know what she was thinking.

"Bambi, you have something to say?" he asked.

"Oh, I have a lot to say on the subject of John Winchester. I do but...I won't say a word."

"You can say-."

"No. You look up to him and love him. You still hero worship the guy and I...I don't want to fight with you about this."

"Bambi, I don't want you to feel like you have to keep your mouth shut. I want to know what you think about my dad."

Lyssa looked down. She didn't have very nice things to say about John. He had turned his boys into perfect little soldiers to fight his war of revenge. She looked up and looked at Dean. She took a deep breath and said the only nice thing she could think of.

"I think your dad got lucky because he got a wonderful loyal son who followed him though hell. And I know he loved you and Sam," she said not adding the part where she thought he might have loved the hunt more.

"Let me guess, that's the nicest thing you could come up with?" Dean asked.

"Yes, I'm not telling you anything else though. So, want to watch TV?"

"Alright. You'll tell me one day."

"No, I won't."

Dean pulled off his jacket and sat on the couch. Lyssa sat beside him but then laid down her head resting in his lap. She laid on the opposite side of her broken rib. She watched as Dean turned the TV on and flipped the channels. He stopped on an old Horror movie. She smiled as Bela Lugosi played Dracula.

"Want to-," he started.

"This is fine, Dean," she answered.

Dean ran his fingers though her hair. He rubbed her arm as he watched the movie. He could get use to this. Although he knew that should probably be hitting the road because of Lyssa's little Houdini act but he didn't want to. He wanted this little bit of normal for just a little longer.


A/N: Okay, filler chapter I know.*shrugs* Hope you like. By the way, my cuz wrote the poem. She let me use it. I like it. She hates it. *rolls eyes* Children today. Well, till next time. Bye Bye. *waves*