Chapter 5

A/N: Hey. Something really quickly here you must know. Near the end of this chapter, I have both of my Emilys in here, so their spelling will tell them apart. 'Emilie' is the theatre Emilie. 'Emily' is the writer, of which I haven't quite made that point across. ;) But just to clear up the confusion there. Enjoy!

Lissa sat, surprisingly quiet, in her kitchen with the phone against her ear. Occasionally nodding, she drew little pictures on a sheet of paper with a pencil. This is how Delemir found her. Everything was quiet besides the soft murmur on the other end of the phone and the gentle tumbling of a load of delicates in the washing machine. Delemir sat down quietly on the other side of the counter, of which Lissa called a "bar," and waited for her to hang up the phone.

He needed to talk to her. He'd had to talk to her since the little issue they'd shared in his room.

Turning his head, he saw Bennett sitting on the windowsill, staring out at snow falling furiously to the ground. It had been snowing for three days straight, and there was bound to be more than two feet of snow on the ground because of it. He looked up at Lissa and saw her quickly turn away from his direction. The silence around them was nearly deafening, Delemir thought as Lissa hung up the phone softly.

"Yes?" she asked lightly.

"I need to talk to you, Lissa. About the other day. I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but please, can we?" Delemir pleaded.

Lissa cleared her throat then said, "Sure. Why not?" Her eyes took on a nervous amber color as she took a careful breath.

As she rose, Delemir struggled for something to do to keep his eyes off of her; something to say to keep his mind off of her. He watched her, against his own will, go to a cupboard and pull out ingredients he knew were for hot chocolate.

Since he hadn't said anything yet, Lissa asked, "Want some?" She help up the container of unsweetened cocoa that would be the key to the best hot chocolate she had ever tasted.

"Sure," Delemir murmured. It was his turn to clear his throat uneasily. "Lissa. Like I said the other day. I know someone hurt you. I don't know whom. Please, Lissa, don't let that person come between us, or anything that may grow between us. You know that I would never do anything to hurt you."

Lissa stopped pouring the sugar into the mugs and looked up at Delemir. "I won't beg your most sincere pardon after this because I don't want it. Anything that happened in my life is mine to live with, to worry about, and to deal with. I don't want or need any help," she said, her voice dropping an easy and cool fifteen degrees.

"How long has it been?" Delemir asked, ignoring her previous statement. "How long has it been since he hurt you? How long have you lived with this on your mind, your conscious?"

"It isn't any of your business." Lissa poured the hot milk into the mugs and stirred them. She poured vanilla into them and set a mug down in front of Delemir, sloshing the contents.

"I'm going to make it my business." He ignored his drink and watched Lissa.

"You have no right to know." Anger bubbled behind Lissa's eyes. Anger turned to fury when Delemir stood in front of her. Then fury turned to fear when he took her mug out of her hands and slammed it down onto the counter.

"I have every right. I'm living with you until I figure out why I'm here. Everything that you do in this house is my business. Everything that goes on is my business, whether you wish it to be or not." Delemir's voice also dropped, but dropped an icy thirty degrees.

Lissa muttered something incoherently and walked out of the kitchen. She brushed passed Connor, ignoring the look of puzzlement he sent her retreating form. Delemir stood there, mortified of what he had just done as Connor turned his gaze to stare piercingly at him. Seconds later, they heard a door slam and Lissa's Mustang rev up until it drove away.

"What did you do?" Connor demanded, stepping forward quickly and violently. "What did you say to her?"

Delemir remained silent. He stared down at his feet and acted as if no one else was there.

"What did you do to her?" Connor asked again. "Tell me, or..." He stepped forward again, closer, and took a handful of Delemir's shirt. "Tell me or you life is treading on very thin ice."

Bennett, now winding around their feet, shrieked loudly.

"Be quiet, Bennett!" Connor shouted as the phone rang. He muttered an oath then turned to pick it up. "Hello?" he said angrily into the receiver. "Oh, sorry, Emily. You just missed her. She-Yes, I let her go out. There was nothing really that I could do to stop her because a certain someone else in this house ticked her off royal. No, I don't know what he did, but I'm working on it. No, I don't know where she went, either. What?"

Connor sighed and checked the fridge. "There's nothing there. Gro-Grocery shop? Are you serious? In this weather?" he demanded. There was a loud yell from the other side of the phone and Connor pulled the phone away from his ear, then put it back. "It's five right now. I'll wait an hour, then see if she comes back home. Bye." He hung up the phone and let out a fearsome yell. He kicked the heater then turned on Delemir.

"This is your fault!" he shouted.

"My fault?" Delemir asked? "How is it my fault?"

"You have obviously forgotten that moments before Lissa stormed out of here, you two had an argument of some kind. I don't know what about, but it was enough to make her leave her own house. How could you-" He broke off and made a distinct, angry noise in his throat. "How could you even think about upsetting her in this weather?" Connor demanded.

Delemir looked at Connor straight in the eye as he said, "I didn't mean to upset her. I merely wanted to talk to her about a conversation we had the other day."

"The heck you did," Connor muttered. "Look, I'm going to give her forty- five more minutes to come back, then I'm going out after her, and you are coming with me to apologize to her." And with that, Connor strode from the room and off to some other place in the house.

Delemir sighed and sat down at the bar. He sipped the cooling drink solemnly and felt completely awful for what had gone on here.

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Loud rock music blared through the speakers. The bass pounded loudly and rumbled the speakers as Lissa drove slowly through the falling snow. She sang brokenly with her music and turned a curve to go back to her house. Stopping at a red light, she reached up and swiped furiously at the tears that wouldn't stop falling. They hadn't stopped from the second she had sat in her car in the shop parking lot. Curse that Delemir, she said. Curse him twice.

"All right, I'm moving, I'm moving, you moron," she muttered as a driver from a car near about sat on their horn. She pressed her hand to her horn as well and had the joy of hearing it blare as well. Feeling slightly content with that, she cruised her car through the intersection.

The first thing she saw was the set the headlights coming from her left side. Then she heard the horn beeping to her left. Then she felt a hard collision that nearly blinded her in pain. She jumped to the other side of the car, best she could some how or other and then everything went black.

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It was six fifteen. Connor was sitting in the other guestroom down the hall watching his clock like a hawk. The phone had ringed twice, and it had been telemarketers both times. He felt like he was going to go mad. He was frantic.

The phone rang a third time, and Connor answered it with a breathless, "Hello?"

"Turn the TV on to channel five," Emily said, sounding shocked.

"What?" Connor asked, reaching for the remote.

"Just do it!" Emily said heatedly. "Then get ready to go out. Tell Delemir to get his boots on."

"Okay, okay. Bye." He hung up the phone and changed the channel to five. "Oh, sweet holy Mary."

On the TV screen were flashing lights, police and ambulance lights, and yellow tape to keep people out of the way. Then, to his horror, he saw a candy apple red Mustang, totaled on the driver's side. Connor paled to the color of a sheet.

"This driver, identified as a children's author, wasn't so lucky when she was returning to her home in Crystal City from a grocery store," a reporter was saying. That was all Connor needed to know, wanted to know, as he jumped up, his shoes already on.

"Delemir! Get your boots on!" he yelled quickly. He came across him, standing in shock in front of a TV in the dining room.

"Oh, what in Elbereth's name?" Delemir murmured quietly. Luckily, his boots were on already as well.

"Come on, Delemir," Connor said breathlessly and pulled keys from his pocket. He ran, with or without Delemir, to the front door and out to Lissa's other car as quickly as he could. Even as he was shutting the car door, Delemir was slipping into the vehicle as well. He cranked the engine up and gunned it in reverse. And off he drove to the hospital.

"She wrecked her car," Connor said halfway through the drive.

"I know." Delemir felt a tinge of guilt.

"She totaled it. On her side."

"I know." The guilt grew in his chest.

"I should have stopped her!" Connor nearly shouted. He slammed the wheel with his fist and continued driving.

Then they drove the rest of the way in silence. When they reached the hospital, Connor and Delemir jumped up out of the car and ran to the front desk.

"We need to see Melissa Hogan," Connor said, out of breath.

"I'm sorry. Are you immediate family?" the receptionist asked.

"Close enough to it. Let me in, lady," he demanded. "What floor is she on?"

"The television said that she would be put in ICU, whatever that is," Delemir murmured.

"Never mind," Connor said and dashed off to the elevator. Delemir, flustered now, ran quickly after him.

"Stop! You two are not allowed up there without proper clearance!" the receptionist shouted. Two security men stepped in front of Delemir and Connor, as if on cue, and stopped them.

"I'm sorry, but you two are not allowed upstairs," one of them said.

"Look, buddy, that girl means more to me than your salary in a year," Connor said. "She's-"

"Our sister," Delemir put in. He looked up at the guards and put on his most convincing face.

"I thought you told the receptionist at the front desk that she wasn't your sister," the other said.

"What I meant," Connor said, "was that she's not my sister. Now, on the other hand, she's Delemir's sister. I just meant that I was practically her brother because we met in high school and were-"

"Enough." The guards exchanged looks and sighed skeptically. "You are a very technical man. We will take you to see her, but a triage is checking her over to see how severe her injuries are."

"Injuries?" Delemir choked out as they stepped onto the elevator and started to go to the third floor. "How bad?"

"We aren't at liberty to tell you that. You can ask the triage about her injuries."

The elevator stopped and Delemir rushed out, his blood pounding in his ears and his pulse jumping under his skin. As he stepped out, he saw Lissa lying down in a room across the hallway. She was being cleaned of all the blood, but still looked as if she had dipped herself in red food coloring and it had stained her skin slightly. Delemir's face drained of all color and his breath caught in his throat. He let out his breath, or what he could, in soft Elvish.

"Delemir?" Connor came behind him and placed his hand on his shoulder. Delemir didn't say anything but rushed to the door.

"I'm sorry, you can't go in there, sir," a nurse said, placing a hand on Delemir's shoulder.

"Yes, I can," he said and stepped in. "Lissa!" He rushed over to her and took her hand. He was shocked when she didn't react. Her eyes were closed and what wasn't bloody of her face was pale. "What's wrong with her?"

"She's unconscious, sir. You shouldn't be in here," the triage said.

"I don't care. I have to be with her," Delemir said, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb.

"She'll be moved in just a few minutes down the hall when I'm done checking her injuries and she has an X-ray." The triage wiped blood from her forehead and brought out a new rag.

"Delemir," Connor said and pulled him from the room. "The security guards told me what happened after some persuasion. Come with me." He pulled the Elf into a waiting room and they sat down on chairs by a window. "She was at the intersection and was distracted by another driver and the snow. A truck, a big one, hit her on her side of the car. When they pulled her out of the car, she was on the passenger's side, so obviously, she jumped from her side of the vehicle to the other side. It lessened her injuries, but not by much. They guessed her arm and leg are broken."

"What....Is she going to be all right?" Delemir asked. He was wringing his fingers together in despair and anxiety.

"Yes. Once she wakes up, she'll be in some pain, but not as much as she should be. Which is good," he added as Delemir began to speak again. "The less pain, the better. But they're going to take her to be X-rayed about now," Connor murmured as they wheeled the gurney with Lissa out on it down a hall.

Delemir sighed and closed his eyes. He rubbed his temples and cursed himself. "It's my fault," he muttered.

"What? How?" Connor had obviously forgotten the episode everyone had shared in the kitchen.

"I upset her and caused her to leave. If she hadn't left, then none of this would have happened. It's my fault," Delemir repeated.

"No, it isn't. It isn't your fault. She would have left anyway. In fact, she'd told me earlier today that she would be leaving sometime or other to go shopping," Connor muttered. He knew it was a lie, but he said it anyway to make him feel better.

"It's still my fault," Delemir said and leaned back. Slowly, he drifted off to a catatonic state.

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Lissa slowly opened her eyes. She heard the soft beeping and whirring of machines around her. Panic immediately swarmed inside her as she realized she was in a hospital-and in a lot of pain. She found herself unable to voice this pain as she realized that something was closed over her hand like a vise. She turned her head to see Delemir, halfway asleep and halfway awake, her hand caught in his.

"Delemir," she heard Connor say quietly. Immediately, Delemir's eyes cleared and he looked at Connor. When Connor gestured to Lissa, Delemir immediately brought his attention back to her.

"Oh, Lissa, I'm so glad you're awake," he murmured and kissed the top of her hand. Turning her hand over, he kissed her palm and set her pulse soaring at her wrist and the machines beeping quicker. "I was so worried."

"What happened?" Lissa asked quietly, squeezing Delemir's hand gently. She felt she needed to let him know she was real, and not a dream he was having. She looked at Connor upon a laugh from him. He had obviously figured out why the machines had beeped quicker. "Wait," she added. She tugged Delemir closer to her. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad. Least of all at you. You were just trying to talk to me about something you wanted to help with and I just blew you off."

Delemir looked at her in a type of shock that she had apologized when he should have. "No, Lissa. I should apologize for upsetting you. I was prying in a place I had no right to. You had ever right to be upset with me, and you still do," he amended.

Lissa reached up and touched his cheek. "Don't argue with me, Delemir. Especially now that I'm-" She winced slightly "-in pain."

"You are?" This was Connor. He turned from the window and was at her other side immediately. He took her hand in his and called a nurse in.

"Oh, Connor. You're such a pushover. I was just-" She shifted this time "- using it as an example," she said humorously and smiled at him. "I'm fine, really."

"No, you're not," he insisted, stroking her hair. "You're hurting. You're not supposed to."

Lissa looked at Delemir uneasily and saw his eyes fixed on her still. "I'm fine. It's good I'm hurting. I'm human."

Even as she spoke, a nurse entered with-oh my-a tray with needles. Lissa let go of Connor's hand as he rose, but squeezed Delemir's hand. And for the first time, she noticed she had an IV in the hand Connor had been holding. She nearly fainted as she felt the medicine, most likely morphine from the sight of the clear liquid, slipping into her vein.

"What?" Delemir asked.

"Nothing. I'm just really...skittish around needles," Lissa said. "I used to be able to take them when I was younger, but I just grew out of that and I don't like them anymore." Delemir rubbed her hand still and brought her palm to his lips.

"How many times are you going to stick her?" Connor asked.

"Oh, gee thanks, Connor, for that comforting thought," Lissa muttered, trying to set her pulse back to normal again.

"Anytime, beautiful." He winked at her, just as the ring on his left ring finger winked in the dim hospital light, indicating his marriage.

"Hmm, well, it all depends on if we find the correct vein on the first try," the nurse said.

"You're from Ireland?" Lissa asked on impulse upon hearing the accent.

"Aye, lass. I grew up there then moved here when I was twenty." The nurse smiled warmly and wiped her hands with a cloth that smelled like baby wipes.

"I want to live there one day," Lissa said whimsically.

"I supposed all people do for a time," the nurse said. "What I'm going to do, lass, is remove this IV needle, then I'm going to put another one in."

Lissa's eyes widened upon that. She shuddered, then said, "Okay. Fine. Whatever you have to do, do it so I don't feel anything besides my head in the clouds."

Connor laughed at her. "That'd take three bags of morphine!" he grinned at her.

"Shut up. I didn't mean it that way, goofball. I just meant that I have a little buzz-Oh, my dear sweet Lord," she added as the nurse pulled the needle out.

"What?" Delemir rubbed his thumb along her knuckles gently.

"That hurt," Lissa hissed at him.

"I'm afraid this is going to hurt ye worse, lass," the nurse said softly.

"Oh, I bet," Lissa said and clenched her teeth together as the IV needle sank into her flesh. She uttered a lot of creative French words that no one, thankfully, understood. She closed her eyes and sighed as the pain dulled then subsided. "My Lord, that stings just a little bit." She was breathless as she spoke.

"And lucky for ye that I only have to do that once. I hit the vein on the first try," the nurse said, smiling.

"Yeah, I, ah, kind of felt that...Judy," she said upon seeing the nametag.

"Anyway, as it goes, I'll be leaving ye until you need your next bag o' morphine," Judy said and left.

Immediately after the door shut, Connor laughed and doubled over. Lissa shot him evil death glares that said to shut up of else she'd take the IV needle out of her arm and stick it in his flesh ruthlessly. He immediately shut up. Lissa smiled, then blinked in a dazed sort of way. Her eyes shut slowly as her grip on Delemir's hand loosened.

"Lissa?" Delemir said, concern covering his voice.

"She's fine, Delemir. The morphine is kicking in, that's all," Connor assured him. He laid his hand on Delemir's shoulder then sat down in a chair by the window.

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Lissa awoke in the early hours of the morning, when it was still dark. She looked out the hospital window and saw that is wasn't snowing anymore. Letting out a quiet sigh, she closed her eyes again and tried to turn on her side, but found herself restricted by the IV cord. She grumbled and lay on her back again.

"Delemir," she said before she could stop herself. She knew that both men were asleep, and would be moved eventually because of the visiting hour time limit. She turned her head towards a corner and saw Delemir there. He was asleep with his eyes open. Creepy, she thought.

"Delemir!" she hissed this time. He blinked and focused his gaze on her.

"You're awake," he said quietly. He stood and walked quietly over to the side of the bed. He sat in a chair beside her.

"Yeah. So are you," she whispered back. Reaching up, she took a handful of his shirt and brought him closer. She took a shuddered breath and let it out brokenly. "Never let me leave the house angry like that again, Delemir," Lissa demanded.

"What? Lissa, I-"

"Promise me."

"Lissa-"

"Say 'I promise,' Delemir."

"I promise, Melissa," he told her quietly.

"Now promise never to call me 'Melissa' again," she added with a wry grin on her face.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Connor said from his corner.

Lissa immediately let go of Delemir's shirt and said, "Nope. Not a thing," with an innocent flare that hardly anyone would believe.

"Sure. Do you hurt still?" he asked her.

"Yeah-no," she amended quickly upon remembering the IV needles.

"Which is it?" Connor grinned at her.

"Neither." Lissa sent him a beaming smile. "Now, I want to get out of here. Wait a minute-" She looked down at her arm and saw it was a splint, and that her leg was in a splint as well. "There's something wrong with this picture." She gestured to her reason for being handicapped.

"You're arm and leg are broken," Delemir said.

"Duh, Blondie, I knew that. I felt that, for crying out loud!" Lissa said. "How bad?"

"Your arm is broken in one place, and your leg in two." Connor let his gaze travel down to her leg in the splint then back to her face.

"In half?!" Lissa shrieked.

"No!" Connor said quickly. "Two places, Lissa."

"Oh, good. Now, I want out of here!" she said again. "Now."

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Lissa sighed and looked longingly at her laptop, then down at the cast on her arm. She was pitiful. It'd been two and a half weeks since the accident, and her car, her "baby" was totaled. She'd cried a river when she heard that, and attempted to wring Connor's throat. In those past few days since she'd been released from the godforsaken hospital, Delemir had been at Lissa's side like a hound dog. Countless people had come to offer their condolences and bother her to high heaven. She hated it. She hated all of this, the pain, the restricted movements, and the attention.

Standing, she grabbed her crutch and looked at the Christmas tree Connor had set up for her. She'd just finished decorating it and has broken three little globes, crushed countless lights with the cast on her leg, and had nearly knocked the tree over with her crutch. She needed a break. That was why she was headed for one of the upstairs rooms.

It was snowing again, and snowing hard. It fit Lissa's mood.

The weatherman predicted a bad blizzard. That fit her mood also.

The room in which she was headed to was Delemir's. That didn't fit her mood.

When she reached it, she looked inside. He was asleep. She had learned he was a light sleeper when he wanted to be. She prayed it wasn't one of those times.

Going to the window, she opened it, and a blast of cold air hit her. It blew snow in around her that would later become a puddle on the floor. She ignored it and stepped out onto the roof carefully with a way that said she had done that often. She kicked a bit of snow away and sat down, refusing to shiver in the cold but felt her teeth beginning to chatter.

Delemir, who had heard the window open but hadn't been able to respond to it for some reason, now sat up. He saw the snow blowing into his room and onto the floor. Some of it was melting, some of it was clinging to the curtains, and some of it was blowing across the room to the open door out to the hallway. Then he saw Lissa's hair blowing in the fierce wind and he ran towards the window. He looked out and sat her sitting there in a short- sleeved shirt and thin jeans. She was shaking like she was in an earthquake.

Grabbing a jacket, Delemir stepped out onto the roof with her and wrapped the jacket around her shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her, as well. His fingers brushed her cold skin and tingles went up his spine.

"Lissa, what are you doing?" he asked her over the snow blowing at them.

"I-I don't know," Lissa admitted, shivering now. She nestled herself closer to Delemir and rested her cheek against his steadily beating heart.

"Why are you out here? It's too cold for you to be outside right now. Come back inside," he said near her ear.

"I can't. I can't take that anymore." Lissa allowed herself to moved closer to Delemir's warmth and told herself it was only because it was cold.

"What? Why?" Delemir asked.

"Never mind."

"All right. But will you try to tell me later if you can?" he said near her ear still.

Lissa hesitated for a moment. "Okay," she said finally and rested her cheek against his. "I will."

Delemir held her closer to him and felt compelled to kiss her hair then. He did, and felt a strangely comfortable stirring of feelings in him, and that was when he knew he loved her.

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"Merry Christmas!" someone said near Lissa's ear with a cheerfulness she despised. She opened her eyes and saw Emily there.

"Yeah..." she muttered softly. She kicked her covers off, then shivered. Lissa stood, stretching, then pulled her robe on.

"Well? I'm not the only person here, so don't keep us all waiting," Emily said and slipped her arm around Lissa's waist.

"Oh, Lord, who else is here?" Lissa grumbled and put her arm around Emily's shoulder in a manner that was very familiar and usual for them that they'd had since Lissa was about thirteen.

"The other Emilie, Connor and Delemir of course, Jenny, and Mischelle. No one else could make it," Emily said with a grin as they started from Lissa's room into the living room.

"Good. I don't think I'm suited for more than that. I might feel compelled to murder-what time is it?" Lissa interrupted herself saying.

"Eight."

"What?"

"Hey, I've been up since six, Meliss, wrapping presents, so don't you go complaining!" the other Emilie shouted from beside the tree. She stood from her bent position and offered Lissa a smile.

"Morning, beautiful," Connor said and shoved a cup of steaming coffee in her hands.

"I love you," she said mock sincerely and smiled finally. "Thank you." She looked around and saw only both the Emilys, Mischelle, who was asleep again, Jenny, and Connor. "Where's Delemir?"

"He's, ah, he's still in his room," Emilie said. "You want me to go get him?"

"No," Lissa said quietly. "I'll get him." With that, she pulled from Emily's embrace, feeling every eye on her as she climbed the stairs. She ignored the feeling and slowly went to Delemir's room.

There, she saw him standing at the window they'd sat outside of only five days ago. He was staring out at the fallen snow. He seemed to be deep in thought. Lissa slowly, awkwardly, walked over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Hey," she said softly. Delemir turned slowly and smiled at her.

"Hello," he murmured softly as well. He reached up and took her hand in his. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good. How about you?" she asked, hesitantly glancing at her hand in his as he brought it to his lips.

"Perfect." He kissed her palm gently.

"Good." Feeling as if it would be right, Lissa leaned forward and hugged him. "I never did thank you, yet. In five days, I haven't said thank you. I feel so bad," she said quietly.

"For what?" Delemir wanted to know, slipping his arms around her waist.

"For helping me the other day, for being there. I felt so bad then, and when you came out and just held me, I felt better," Lissa murmured. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he replied. He kissed her head and drew back. "Lissa, I- "

"Hey, are you two coming down? I do want to get my hands on those presents before noon," Jenny said as she came upstairs. "Oh, am I interrupting anything?" She looked between the two and offered a smile.

"No, not at all, Jenny. Let's go," Lissa said. She offered her hand to Delemir and they walked down the stairs together into the living room.

It was Christmas morning. Lissa had six friends over who were as good as family. Some of them she'd known nearly all of her life, and some of them she'd known only a few years since she'd moved to Crystal City. All of them, from the moment they saw how Delemir was looking at Lissa when they walked into the living room, knew he loved her. All knew that, except for Lissa.

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Disclaimer: Hey all! Okay. Merry Christmas!! Sorry this is a little late. Another chapter coming once I read it over. I hope you guys are enjoying this story because I'm having a heck of a time writing it. To answer any questions you guys might ask, yes, Emily and I do have little "schizophrenic" conversations occasionally, with those people. Just letting you know. And just letting you know, too, that I don't own Lord of the Rings, Christmas, or the rock music that Lissa played during this before her car accident. I don't own triages, X-rays, or anything else that has to do with hospitals, God forbid. I don't own Emily, Emilie, or Mischelle. I don't own Delemir, either, though I do love my Elf. I do own Connor, Jenny, Bennett, and Lissa, of course. I changed my last name in this for obvious reasons. Oh, and one last thing I feel like saying, is that the layout for Lissa's house in Crystal City is about the same as mine, and the room Delemir has is mine, and the room Lissa has is my parents. It is possible to go out on the roof outside of my room. It's very fun. Anyway, Merry Christmas! Happy New Year and I'll talk to y'all later!

Blessed be, Lissa