I sat beside Diego as he ate what was considered a healthy lunch…I had no idea what he was eating. But when you're starving, hospital food must take fantastic.

"So, where did you go earlier?" Diego asked me, shoving some bread into his mouth.

"Just had something to do, don't worry" I assured him. "It's all sorted now, now we can relax" I added, trying to get comfortable in the chair.

"I have been meaning to ask you about something…or tell you" Diego told me, shoving another mouthful into his mouth. I looked at him and raised my eyebrow.

"If you are about to tell me, that you are going to return to boxing after this accident. I won't hesitate in leaving right now" I warned him. "Isn't a punctured lung and several broken ribs a good enough excuse to tell you, boxing is finished" I added.

"I wasn't going to say that at all" he added.

"Oh, well, carry on" I told him, leaning back in the chair again.

"Obviously, I need to find a job, after I am well…it will be either for the duration of getting the house, or after" he added "So, I've been thinking, with my experience, I need to do something I would enjoy as well, something similar"

"Don't say wrestling" I warned him. Diego chuckled at me in response.

"No, baby it isn't wrestling…I was thinking of being a bouncer" he added "That way I can protect people, and sort people out, and I am sure they won't exactly mess with a guy from the Umbrella Academy" he chuckled.

I looked at Diego, surprised. I honestly didn't see this coming. And I was actually proud of him. "Really?" I asked him.

"Yeah…I know a lot of it would be nights, and I know how you feel about me not being there- "

"Diego, if it has anything to do with a normal job, I'm all for it" I told him, leaning forward and taking his hand. "All I want is us to have somewhat of a normal life" I added. "Normal jobs, normal place to live, normal family"

"Aside from your glowing red hands" he chuckled at me, before wincing in pain.

"Hey, let's face it, we are never going to be normal, but we can damn well try to make it as normal as we can"

"What happens when we have kids?" Diego asked me, searching for my reaction.

"What about that?" I asked.

"Well, one, when were you planning on wanting me to plant my seed into you- "

"Diego!" I laughed, slapping his arm carefully.

"Two, you know they aren't gonna be normal…Allison's, Claire, might be normal, because Allison procreated with a human" he explained "For all Allison knows, Claire might have something hidden beneath her, and one day it's gonna come up. But when it comes to us…we both have abilities, so, there is a chance that it's gonna be passed on, or that something new will be created…how do you feel about that?"

"You know, I am up for a challenge" I assured Diego. An image washed over my mind. Two kids, boy and a girl, clique I know.

The little boy would run around wearing Diego's old mask, holding plastic or Styrofoam blades, throwing them, making them go where he wanted them to. While the little girl would sit on the floor, cross legged, making her dolls fly in the air, surrounded by glowing psionics.

"As long as our future kids are happy, that's all I care about…I know we can handle it, one child at a time" she smiled.

Diego nodded in agreement. "There's a few things we need to do before you started pushing kids out of your vag- "

I raised my eyebrow at him. "I dare you to finish that sentence" I told him, crossing my arms smirking.

"Before you start pushing kids out of the…tunnel of love" he chuckled "That I so call love" he winked shoving more food into his mouth.

"How on Earth did I fall in love with you, with those words?" I asked myself out loud.

"Because I am packing" he smirked, proudly to himself.

"Ah, good, you are awake and eating, how are you feeling?" The doctor entered, placing his pen in the little white pocket of his doctor's coat.

"Better than I was, but still in a bit of pain" Diego told the doctor.

"To be expected. We will keep you in for another day, up the dose of painkillers, give you a speedy recovery, then we shall discuss sending you home" The doctor announced. "I assume you know the rules when you get home?" He asked his patient.

"Trust me, my girl isn't going to allow me to go anywhere" he chuckled, then winced. Sighing to himself, he looked at the doctor. "I just have a few questions" Diego asked.

"Go ahead" The doctor nodded.

"How long am I gonna be in recovery for? We are supposed to be looking at a home, hopefully, but it's in Vancouver"

"Well, I will be honest…if the phone call or visit isn't for another few weeks, or even month, I cannot suggest allowing you to fly out" he told Diego, disappointingly. "We need you resting, every minute of you resting counts. Flying could make it worse, and house viewing, well, you see my point"

"Don't worry, if I get the phone call, Allison said she will come with me" I assured Diego. "We will get that house one way or another" I informed him. Diego raised his eyebrow at my statement, now I had only realised how wrong that sounded.

"What was your second question, Diego?" The doctor asked.

"Err, when can I have sex again?" he asked.

I widened my eyes not believing what I was hearing. "Diego!" I scolded him, but he couldn't help but smile that Diego smile I love so much.

"Well, if it hurts to breath and move, that gives you an indication of when not to have sex" the doctor told him.

"Trust me, we are not doing any of that until you are 100%" I told him. "Thank you, Doctor," I sighed, watching the doctor leave. "I cannot believe you!" I slapped his arm playfully again.

"Sorry, I just needed to know, I can't leave my girl unpleasured for a long time" He shrugged smirking to himself.

"I will be fine, Diego"

Diego then looked at me. "Why…have you sorted it out then? Because you know my fingers, mouth and what I'm packing is much better than toys or even your own- "

"Diego!" I sighed. "No, I mean, I am not desperate to have sex while you are injured, I can wait" I assured him. "Not shut up and eat your food" I told him, leaving back.

"I need to put the tv on, bit of background noise" he said grabbing the tv remote and switching the tv, which resided on the wall high above.

"Breaking News!" the commentator spoke through the screen "The boxer, also known as the Crusher has been found in a terrifying state. He was staying at a hotel, which body guards, until they heard him crying out in distress, only to find him, mangled in the bath tub, with the water running. Battered and bruised, and potentially every bone in his limbs broken. As concerns to how this happened, he stated he simply slipped in the bath tub, as well as concerns if he will ever fight again, which is very unlikely"

I zoned out after hearing the first few words. At least we got away with it, for now.

"Lexi" Diego spoke, I turned to look at him, his faces latched onto mine.

"What?" I asked him.

"I know this is a far-out question, but…did you have anything to do with that?" he whispered.

"I have no idea what you mean" I told him, before suddenly the lights went out in the room, everything was out, all electricity. "What the hell?" I asked, going to the window "The whole city is out" I spoke.

I heard a small grunt from behind me. Turning around, Diego was gone, not in his bed, but a black figure with a hood and black mask stood in the doorway. My hands vibrated as they glowed red. "Where is Diego?" I asked the person dressed in complete darkness.

"Safe" the voice spoke, covered by some sort of vocal thing, like Batman. He suddenly raised something at me, and shot. Feeling a prick in my leg, I removed it, examining it. It appeared to be a sleep dart. I then felt my body fall to the ground with a thud.


I suddenly felt my body come back to life, gasping for air, my eyes shot open, before I closed them again. It was too bright. Damn, was I in heaven? Because if I was, someone needs to tell the Lord, he needs to dim the lights down. Slowly opening my eyes again, getting my 20, 20 vision back. I realised, I was alive, just staring at a white ceiling. Man, it was white. As I slowly moved my head, I groaned in discomfort. I felt like I had been hit by a car, all my muscles were tense and sore. My body started to come alive the more I came alert. Moving my head to the side, I took in my surroundings.

White walls, white ceiling, white floors. Everything was white, or metal. The bed I laid on, had a metal frame with white pillows and sheets. The sofa in the room was white, the floor lamp and the light hanging from the ceiling had a metal structure with white lamp shades. Slowly managing to sit up, I felt a sudden twinge in my spin, causing me to groan out in pain. But I had to focus. Looking around again, there was no door, a few green house plants, there appeared to be another room, through the wall. Getting up slowly from the bed, I managed to slowly walk to the wall, seeing there was another room connected, just no door. And was just the bathroom. Sighing, I left the bathroom, before seeing the big picture which I missed completely.

A large glass window at the front of the room. Walking towards it, I then started to run seeing who was in the opposite room to me, laying on the bed. "Diego!" I shouted through the glass.