The sun was shining, and the cloudless sky was picture perfect, coupled with the beautiful aroma of flowers and trees; out in the distance, birds were singing their beautiful melody.

The atmosphere was nothing but serene; beautiful. For the first time in the last week, Lacy felt no stresses.

She felt no guilt.

No fear.

At that very moment, Lacy was alone in a beautiful garden that was divvied up into six separate pathways, and from what she could see, held her mother's favorite flower. A large fountain was in the middle with a couple of Blue Jays and Robbins. By the fountain were a few benches.

A small smile graced the girl's lips as she picked a small bouquet, heading over to the bench and sat down, carried on with enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.

She lifted her head, seeing a monarch butterfly make its way over to her and landing atop of the flowers that were still in her hand.

No matter how beautiful this place was, it still didn't dull the ache in her heart or the tears that wanted to, so desperately to fall. Lacy swallowed the painful lump that had formed in her throat, looking down to the stone at her feet. She shook her head, "I love it here, and I'm glad that dad would never set foot in here." A sigh, "He hates gardens as much as he hates me."

Matt Medic, who was currently still in the room, stocking up and cleaning all the while watching the young girl who had fallen into an unconscious state again. He felt sorry for the girl, she had gone through so much, and it was apparent that she was terrified of what the future may hold, but what that was, he wasn't sure.

Only time will tell, he thought to himself as he sat back down at the small desk in the corner where a computer was.

It had been almost two hours by the time she had let out a groan, catching his attention. Instantly, he made his way over to Lacy, looking down at her as he calmly says her name.

Her eyes fluttered a few times before eventually opening and looking around the room. Lacy had a distant look in her eyes, and they were glazed over. Within a few moments, the confusion that the young girl had on her face changed quickly to fear and when she finally met his gaze.

Lacy relaxed.

Matt studied her. She had gotten a bit of color back to her cheeks. He lifted his hand, placing the back of it on her forehead. She was still relatively warm, but it didn't surprise him. He retracted his hand and exhaled loudly, "How're you feeling, Lacy?"

"I feel sore." She said, her voice cracking. "Tired. Thirsty, and my head feels funny. Where am I?"

"You're currently in the medical ward of the Rescue Command Center." He replied after writing down her symptoms. He looks at her, seeing the concerned look on her face. "Don't worry. You're safe."

Lacy nods, "Where's my brother and sister?"

"They're currently sleeping in one of the rooms upstairs." Matt watched as she relaxed slightly at this news. "Try not to talk so much, you still have a fever and need to rest."

"How long have I been out?" Lacy asked, completely ignoring what he was saying.

"A few hours."

Another nod. "Who are you?"

"I'm Matt Medic – an emergency physician and surgeon."

"Are you a Rescue Hero too?"

A laugh, "I am."

A slightly more comfortable silence fell around the two for a few moments before Lacy spoke again. Her voice, this time, was almost a whisper as she spoke, fidgeting with the sheet in apparent fear. "You…You're not going to make us go home again, are you?"

"Unfortunately, someone might be looking for you," Matt replied after a moment, studying her. Then asked, "You don't want to? Why?"

Tears filled her eyes, threatening to fall as she shook her head no, whimpering a little as her lips quivered while she replied. "Dad would rather have me dead than to ever see me again. It…it's my fault my mom died…if I hadn't…if, I hadn't been tripped at school during gym class that day…then maybe."

Her response broke his heart, but he had to stop her from continuing the negativity speech. "Lacy, you have to know that what had happened is of no fault of your own and no one should blame you for what happened. You must believe that."

"If that were, in any way true, then our dad wouldn't be hurting me in the way that he has." Another sob, her lips quivering, "I can't…no…we can't go back. I need to keep them safe. I can't…I can't…if someone were to find out what was happening, and we may never see each other again." Lacy attempted to sit up, but Matt gently pushed her back down and pulled the covers back up. She watched as Matt had a frown on his face. He was contemplating something, but of course, she couldn't tell. She just hoped that there was some way for them to remain in the same household. Matt sat down on the chair and sighed, "There are many cases," He started after a long pause, "Where if siblings are put into the foster system that they are separated." Another pause, "However, there are many more cases where they end up together in the same house." "There's still a chance that it could happen," Lacy argued, feeling her anxiety rise and frustrated tears burning her eyes and blurring her vision. She punched the mattress, not knowing what else she could do. "We can promise that we will try our best to make sure that you and your siblings remain in the same household." A deep sense of dread washed over her. Even though Lacy knew that Matt was confident with his answer, she wasn't so sure that she was satisfied with what he was saying. Maybe it was because of all the articles that she had read where people mostly wanted children under the age of five and that teenagers were rarely adopted.

Lacy just hoped that he was telling the truth and that the Rescue Hero team could help them.