Cry as hard as you want... But make sure when stop you crying, you never cry for the same reason again...

The journey to the gallery was quite par the scratching of pencil on paper. It could have been seen as peaceful as a tearful Sarah greeted her with a big hug. Though the peace hadn't lasted long as the women informed her that gon was in hospital...

The world froze as the words left her lips, she then recessed to explain the hunter election how she needed to vote to not lose her license. How gon and killua had both been at the palace while she was there.

she hadn't known, no one told her, or updated her of the situations. She hadn't noticed their presence in the palace...

Hisoka would have known if anything had happened to gon, and he hadn't felt the need to inform her of the situation of her friends...

Her breathing began ragged, as scenario after scenario began playing in her mind – one after another bloody scenes began playing in her mind like a broken tape suck on repeat. She took a deep breath trying to reason with the growing pit of madness. He was in hospital, that could mean several different things. He will be fine - that's what he was were there for. To get better; not to die. She would visit and it would all be fine. Nothing would go wrong.

The artist was failing to convince herself. As she stepped into the grand hall that the Hunter Association was using. She was completely wrapped up in her spiralling thoughts – head down in her notebook to even noticed the two sets of eyes watching her every movement throughout the busy hall.

She walked through the building in a haze, not paying attention to her surroundings it was like a cotton bubble had wrapped around her brain - making her body move on auto as sounds blurred into white noise in the back ground.

She blinked at the sight of the hospital before her – she couldn't remember who she voted for - not that she cared much of the H.A. in the first place as she stared blankly at the building.

Body numb she took a step forward into the building. The white noise growing steadily lounder. she dislikes hospitals it smells of disinfectant and death to her. She stepped around those crowding the entrance head down as her pencil scratched away its lead on the pages.

Grotesque images springing it life on the worn weather pages.

She stood before a closed door for a moment. Sensing the life forms behind the wooden object. There were others in the room but she was drawn to the feeling of a weak corrupted lifeforce at the centre... the artist took a deep breath and with an unsteady hand push the door open stepping into the darkened room. Heterochromia eyes locking onto the curtains surrounding the bed at the centre - where the weak lifeform situated from. "Sinea?"

A voice broke into her thoughts. As slowly she dragged her red tinted eyes away from the scene. "Leorio? It's been a while"

"It has... how are you doing?" he asked quietly on edge at the sight of the red tint – remembering her previous warning about her red eyes.

"He is okay?" she asked the doctor in the making unable to answer his question, finding it hard to lie to those close to her. How was she doing? She was numb, unfeeling bar the steadily growing noise whispering in her mind, that was slowly becoming unbearable.

"He's alive..." leorio drifted off, but she heard it – the artist heard the unsaid but. His answer hadn't helped the growing white noise or the thumping sound of her heart roaring in her ear.

"can I see him?"

"I'm not sure that a good idea..." leorio drifted off, staring intently at her before sighing. "fine"

He moved forward shifting the curtain around the bed hiding Gon from view. The artist gasped, at the sight her hands frozen in place unable to draw the image of Gon bed ridden, his weak body looking like it had been drained of blood. It was in a critically state. Her breath caught in her throat and the white noise grew deafening. Everything around her was drowned out, she couldn't hear the worried voices of leorio and of the shouts that followed. The numbness turned cold as ice flooded her veins as the thumping deafen her senses.

She couldn't tear away her eyes from what seems to be a corpse of a friend. The madness thoughts consuming her mind as she slowly slips off the cliff into insanity.

On the outside she stood completely frigid, frozen in place at the sight. Slowly but surely her red iris began to bleed into the grey one, drowning out the grey with its bright red - but before the merge was complete there was a shape pain in her neck and darkness comused her.

Leorio signed in relaxed as he looked down at the women in his arms. That was a close one. Luckily, he had been prepared when he heard Sinea was coming by. Picking her up in his arms he moved towards the doorway, placing the syringe on a nearby table before leaving the room.

Five doors down he placed the sleeping artist gently down on the bed before moving thought-out the room. He would have to keep the women in a comatose state until they were able to get Gon better – hopefully she wouldn't wake up and lose it before that happens...

Giving one last look at the women he left the room he had a father to punch.

And two friends to save.

Little did he knew that a while later in the dark room, a figure entered – his large wild void like eyes staring blankly at the sleeping figure. There was a flash of bronze, the sleeping artist moved, sitting up in the bed.

To be continued...

hello all!

long time no see! sorry about the delay, i havent been right in the head.. the usual thing you know... :/

anyhow i alive (just about) and brought you admittly a bit small chapter but a chapter nontheless!

fun times...

i look forward to the comments!

sorry again about the delay!

happy hunting xx