Ray hadn't left her side since he had come to the house. As Sierra slept, he watched over her, waiting and hoping for her to wake up. Cloud had gone to sleep, for he too was weak from fighting. Then, a miracle happened. Sierra woke up! "Dad," she said weakly"It's me, Ray." "Ray?" Ray smiled. He knew his friend would fight. She wasn't one to let death come without a fight. "Where is my dad? Is he ok," Sierra asked. "Yes, he is fine. He's resting like you should be." Ray squeezed Sierra's hand softly. Sierra smiled weakly at Ray and closed her eyes. The next day, Sierra woke up to see the beautiful rays of sunlight streaming through her bedroom window. Ray had fallen asleep in a chair by her bed. She watched him sleep, knowing he was dreaming about something good from the big smile on his face. She giggled softly and he opened his eyes. "Well hello sleepyhead," Sierra said sarcastically. Ray yawned and uncovered Sierra's leg. It looked completely normal and she could move it. His healing magic had worked. He helped Sierra out of bed and fixed her breakfast. "I must return home, but I will see you again later," Ray said. Sierra looked toward Cloud's room and then back at Ray. "Is our plan still on for tonight," She whispered excitedly. "I don't know Sierra. You need to be careful on that leg. It could still be hurt pretty badly." "Oh, come on Ray, I'm fine," Sierra argued. Ray sighed. She got him everytime. "Fine," He said. "Ray, you're the best," Sierra exclaimed happily. "I just wanna do what's best for you Sierra. I don't want anything to happen to you." Sierra smiled. "I know Ray, I know." Ray turned and ran out the door. Sierra knew that her best friend wanted what's best for her, but she didn't always think that what was best for her, was acually best for her.