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Previously Known as NegMeg: Wow... I guess I should update more to make you happy!

Visualpurple: Happy endings are for losers! Didn't you know that?

BellatrixLestrange9: Hehe... Goldfish sword... whack

Chapter 19

"Lemony... Lemony..." a soft voice called. Lemony woke up on a makeshift bed with Jacques standing next to him. "I'm so glad you're awake. We were so worried about you."

Lemony glanced around and saw that he was once again in an unfamiliar room. This one, however, looked like a shed, because of its bare and rusty metal walls. There were nearly as many bandages on him as Kit had when she was attacked on her submarine. Next to him was a beeping machine attached to a small dot on his arm that seemed to monitor his heartbeat. The cold fall air leaking through the cracks in the walls was viciously fought by a small space heater placed in the corner of the shack.

"Sorry about the abrupt accomidations," Jacques continued. "It's the closest we could take you to the headquarters without being found. We got one of the nurses to treat your wounds, and the Quagmires and Baudelaires came to make sure you were comfortable. Sarah brought you some flowers, as well as some herbs to help calm you down and help soothe the pain."

Suddenly Lemony remembered about Olaf's plan. Despite the searing pain, he managed to sit up. "Beatrice," was all he managed to say.

At that moment, Kit walked into the shed, and Lemony could see through the doorway that it was already sometime in the afternoon.

"Oh, so finally he's awake," she said, noticing that her brother was awake. "So," she said, turning to Jacques. "His condition has stabilized?"

"Yeah, but we'll have to keep him warm and in bed for a bit longer, but-" Jacques said in a subdued tone to Kit.

Lemony sat up even more, so much that the wires attached to him began to tug. "What about Beatrice? Where is she?" he nearly yelled. "I've got to warn her!" Kit and Jacques turned around, noticing that the monitor was beepin faster than usual.

Kit kneeled next to Lemony and motioned for him to lie down. "Calm down, Lemony," she said. "She's, um... fine."

"Yeah," Jacques interjected. "She's just been a bit busy lately and couldn't get away without being noticed by the volunteers."

"Look, you just rest, okay?" said Kit, ushering Jacques to the door. "We'll be right back!" She gave him an oddly strained smile and stepped outside with Jacques. Even though they slammed the door behind them, the door still stayed open a crack, and Lemony heard them argue as they walked away.

Now, it is often best to leave someone alone when it is obvious that they are hiding something. For example, when the man driving the horse-drawn carrage provided for your escape avoids the subject of his hometown, you may leave the subject for a while because it is obvious that it causes him much pain, and if you make him mad, he might decide to throw you out of the carrage and alert the authorities to your whereabouts. Lemony had a vague suspicion that his siblings were hiding something from him, but since he was so exhausted and in need of medical attention, he tried to just let the question rest until he had recovered.

Later that day, Lemony was dozing off. Earlier, he had consented to let Kit and Sarah put some sleeping medicine powder in his lunch to help him rest better, so he was a bit drowsy and unresponsive. Suddenly, a small draft of cold air blew across his face as someone opened the door and peered into the dark and almost empty shed.

"Hey," the familiar voice whispered. "Jacques? You there?" It was Beatrice. Lemony's eyes opened a bit as she stepped closer and peered at what she thought was Lemony's sleeping form. She stepped to the other side of his head, so she couldn't see his almost open eyes.

"He's asleep," she whispered to herself. Lemony could hear her voice break as she said this, as if she was trying not to cry. "I thought I would never see you again..." She let out a quiet little sob. "If I had only known..." Lemony tried to focus his energy on listening to Beatrice, but that was all she said. He heard her sigh and begin to walk away.

Summing up all his fading strength, he turned his head to be able to see her. Since it was a cold fall day, she was wearing a jacket and some thin gloves. Perhaps it was the cloudiness forming at the edges of his vision due to the medically induced sleep, or maybe it was his imagination. But as his vision began to cloud over, Lemony thought he saw a small bulge under her left glove as she walked out of the shed.

"It must've been a dream," he thought as his mind quietly slipped into darkness.

And now, in honor of Thanksgiving, I'll come up with a list of things that I'll be thankful for!

Pen-necklaces for writing quick notes

Green notebooks for writing unfortunate stories

Music to distract me from the sadness unfolding on this computer screen

The idea of the upcoming ASOUE movie in December and my ASOUE video game

My friends, who are always there to rescue me from angry mobs and arsonists

My sister, who sends me vital secret information which I could not survive without

Tofu, a substance which is not only tasty, but also a good medium for carving secret messages in...

Finally, my birthday is on the 26th of November! I'm turning 16 the day after thanksgiving! Some years it's right on that holiday, but it's not this year. Happy (hopefully) birthday to me!