I don't own FFVIII or any of the characters of course I wish I did...

All right this is the next chapter to my little story. I know not many people have read it but thanks to those who did and please review!

Misau: Thank you for the advice. Yes Squall does have a child I thought that it would be a nice touch to the story..

Miki-Death-Strike: Was this better? I hope it was I thank you for your review and hope you continue to read this!

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He opened his eyes to the sounds of many different voices. Some of the voices he knew quite well and others he had never heard before.

" He has suffered bad wounds to both legs and the back, if he walks again much less picks up a sword, I will be amazed."

Never picking up a sword again would be the hardest thing in the world. His whole life the only thing he actually truly enjoyed was the thrill of being enthralled in a battle and not knowing how much longer you will still stand. If that got taken away he might never recover much less talk again. After everything he had gone through how could he be expected to not do the only activity that gave him joy? They could not do this to him, they wouldn't.

From the corner of my eye I can see Rinoa walking over to me and leaning down against the wall in a nearby corner.

"So you are quite awake I see."

"It seems that way, doesn't it?", I asked as I pulled myself up to sit against the wall behind my hospital bed.

"What is wrong with you, you just wake up from a horrible accident and all you can do is give me an attitude like that..."

"They said I might not walk again, that cannot happen. I would hate to never walk again and I will even if I have no hope of it."

"The bones in your right leg are all messed up, and some in the left leg are completely shattered, how do you expect to walk again," I saw her say as she shook her head.

"I will, and I will get Ultimecia for doing this to me in the first place!" I yelled loudly so that many of the nurses looked through the doorway.

"Daddy, are you all right?"

As I look over in the corner of my eye I can see my son, Taylor, looking at me with great concern in his big blue eyes. He looks almost exactly like me I have to say. He is only 4, but you can tell whom he is going to look more like. He has my brown hair and blue eyes; he is also quite tall already. He does have the same expressions as Rinoa and the same nose and ears.

"I will be fine, I promise, but I MUST GET RID OF HER!!!!!!!"

"Calm down now, this is no way to be acting in a hospital room," I heard her say as she got up and walked out of the room, "I will be back in a little while, I need to go get something to eat."

After everything that has been done, HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN!?!? I cannot believe this and I will not. I want to torture her and make her feel the pain that I did and still do now. I will give anything to get back at her for making me this way and hurting people around me. Anything.

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I am sorry that this chapter is pretty short, but I am kinda having a hard time getting inspiration at the moment and school has been beating me down.. I will try to update as soon as possible... Please Review and I hope everyone had/has a great holiday!

-Rinoa-Heartilly-666