Cammy's eyes slowly peeled open only to be exposed to blinding light. Maybe that was an overstatement but at least that's what it felt like to her. She squinted her eyes against the light and moaned. She heard a voice to her left. Wagner's voice.

"Time to wake up!"

She spoke through a dry mouth. She needed to brush her teeth or at least get a drink of water.

"I need some water."

Wagner responded to her request with too much cheer.

"Okay."

"What?"

"You can have some water. Here you go."

He pointed a straw towards her mouth and she sipped, cautiously. She looked at him questioningly.

"Why are you so happy?"

"Can't a guy be happy?"

"I asked why you were so happy."

"Ha ha. Haven't lost your touch I see. Don't worry about me. Worry about getting better. Just do it quietly. Guile's still asleep over there."

Cammy turned her head, the only part of her body she could move almost freely, and saw Guile at her right slumped over in a chair. She swallowed hard and stared into the ceiling before speaking again.

"I'm guessing you know what happened."

Cammy more so felt Wagner's nod then saw it.

"Did Guile tell you about my past?"

"Yup."

"Everything?"

"Right down to Ken Masters."

Cammy felt her face go red and she couldn't hold her smile of embarrassment.

"Well at least I didn't have to tell you."

"What's the problem with that? I love girl talk."

Wagner then preceded to giggle and bat his eyelashes while he twirled his fingers through imaginary hair.

"Shut up!"

Cammy had to admit to herself, Wagner was actually cheering her up. He took something tragic in her life and managed to make her laugh about it, or at least divert her attention from it.

"Cammy. I tried to come and see you last night. But you were too drugged up. I'm glad too."

"What makes you say that."

"Well if you would have been awake for me to talk to last night. I wouldn't know what I know about you now."

"That's great."

Cammy was being sarcastic.

"No I'm serious. I wanted to tell you about my past. I was going to when I found you…"

He let his voice trail off. Cammy took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"I did horrible things."

"I know. So have I."

"What are you saying?"

"A little over a year ago is when the shit actually hit the fan, but it started way before then. For as long as I can remember I didn't know what my father's job was. It wasn't until I was fifteen that I knew. My sister must have known for a long time and she was just waiting until I was old enough to tell me. She was three years older than me. She watched out for me, but in my own mind I protected her. When we were smaller she always let me be her hero. It didn't turn out that way. Anyway, what she told me was that my father worked for Shadowlaw."

"Oh my God."

"I hardly knew what they were, I just knew they were the bad guys. So what did that make my dad?"

"Wagner…"

"It's his fault you know, that my family is dead. In cases like mine, I've been told that survivors blame their selves. I don't blame myself. It was his fault, his failure at whatever his job was. I saw everything. I had just gotten done with my dinner and was headed up to my room. Halfway up the stairs I heard a noise from the kitchen, I went down and saw a man stooping above my dad. Tall, dark, intimidating. He wore some sort a military suit. I couldn't see his face. He told my dad that 'Failure is not tolerated.' and that 'You and your family will pay the forfeit of your failures.' My dad screamed for my sister to run…she did. And before she or anyone else knew it, he, the man, was in front of her and in even less time than it took him to appear before her, he snapped her neck. He did the same to my mother. I was so scared. The man then picked my dad up by his neck and held him in the air dangling, suffocating. My dad looked into my eyes as his breath was taken away, tried to apologize to me in his last moments. I ran like hell from the house. I ran."

Wagner stood and walked to the window, looking out before beginning again.

"Good thing too, it exploded as I reached the street, my body was blown from the force of the explosion. I landed behind a car on the street. My body hurt real bad. Like I was burning. The fire was so hot. Like hell. I went through hell all because of my dad, and his job."

In that moment Cammy wished she wasn't strapped to the bed so she could go put her hand on his shoulder, something. She felt movement and saw Guile walk past her and to Wagner. She could barely hear Guile speaking to Wagner.

"You did okay for yourself. You didn't do anything wrong."

Wagner was struggling with his words.

"I let them die. My Mom and Lisa. I hid while they were killed. Like a coward."

Cammy spoke up then.

"You're not a coward Wagner. No way in hell. Me…I tired to take the easy way out last night. That's what cowards do. The hardest thing for people like us is to live on."

Wagner walked over to her bedside and made sure she could see his face.

"Yeah. It sure is. But if you're giving out advise, you must be feeling better."

"Not so much better. Just not alone."

Guile voice rose.

"I think this is a record. You two talking for five minutes without an insult said."

Wagner pointed down to Cammy.

"Well actually. Talk about morning breath. She could wake the dead with hers."

Before Cammy could retort a nurse walked in followed by a doctor. He spoke cheerfully but generically.

"Good morning. You are looking better, you feel better?"

"Yes. Can I have these taken off?"

"No problem."

The nurse began unbuckling the straps as the doctor continued.

"We have a specialist for you to talk to Cammy. It is imperative that you do before we can release you."

Guile broke in.

"Well actually, I have decided to hire a private doctor for her. That way she can get more personal care."

"If that's what you want Mr. Guile. You just have a few more general papers to sign before we can release her. And you will have a few that will release this hospital from any responsibility concerning her mental health."

Guile nodded and followed the doctor out of the room.

"Of course."

Guile nodded at Wagner before letting the door click shut behind him.

Once the nurse finished with the buckles she left after promising to bring Cammy some breakfast. Cammy sat up in the bed. It felt good to be able to move. She rubbed her hands over the bandages. Wagner's voice broke the train of thoughts that hadn't had a chance to develop.

"Liquid stitches."

"What?"

"That's what they used on you. Like glue or something."

"They glued me shut?"

Wagner shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess. Nurse told me it would hardly leave a scar and they don't have to be removed like stitches. They just absorb and flake off as the wound heals."

"I guess that's pretty neat."

"Yeah it is."

A moment of painful silence followed that statement. Cammy broke it this time.

"A few minutes ago…did we just have like a moment?"

"I think so."

"Yeah. I guess it was."

"Not like a you and Ken moment though."

"No, no! Wait, don't bring that up!"

"Why not? Guile told me you guys were pretty hot."

"As if Guile would know."

"Well from what he does know it sounds that way. Is there more?"

Wagner had a mischievous grin spread across his lips. Cammy's face flushed red again.

"Let's just say--"

Guile burst into the room, wheelchair in tote.

"Time to get out of here and go home!"

Cammy stood and walked to sit down in the wheelchair. She smiled at Wagner before Guile wheeled her out of the room.