Hey people! I realize it's been over 2 years since my last update, but I kind of rediscovered this place and I'm putting out another chapter. It's not too long, but I'll be getting back in the writing groove soon. I know you all are thrilled... yeah, right. Like any of my fans are still around. Whatever, here we go.

Duncan looked down at Isadora. He had so many questions and no answers. Right below him was the person that could answer a few, but not in her current condition. He picked her up, cradled in his arms and started the slow walk to the hospital. It was almost impossible. She easily weighted as much as he did. The only thing he would think of was that there was no way he'd be able to drop down and hide in the grass if someone came near. Finally, they reached the doors and entered into the lobby. It was cold, to put it mildly. The air smelled of disinfectant and something else not even that could mask. Around the spacious lobby, there were many rather uncomfortable looking seats, occupied by no one. The room was completely empty, save a bored looking man sitting behind a desk in the front. The man stared right at Duncan. Duncan stared right at the man. This continued for several minutes until Isadora stopped staring at the inside of her eyelids and made a little noise that made Duncan switch from staring at the man to staring at Isadora. "Um, sir, my sister, she's been in... a car accident. She's hurt very badly and needs help," Duncan said, beginning to hurt himself from carrying the weight. The man stared at Duncan. Duncan stared at the man. This continued for several minutes until Isadora made a noise again. "And?" the man said boredly. "And... And you're supposed to help us now!" Duncan yelled. "Oh," the man said, more boredly then before and then started to stare at Duncan. Duncan stared at the man. "MY SISTER IS DYING AND YOU'RE GOING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!" Duncan yelled, "NOW!" The man stopped staring at Duncan blankly and began staring annoyed. "No need to yell," he said, even more boredly than before. He took a few papers from a filing cabinet and put them on the edge of the desk. "Fill these out and we'll be happy to operate on your sister." Duncan stared at the man and then at the papers. "We- she doesn't have time for papers. She's... going... to DIE." The man sighed and said, even more impossibly bored than before, "Oh." Duncan was clearly done with this. "Get me a doctor right now!" The man stared at Duncan. "Why do you need a doctor?" he said. Duncan looked at the man one last time and carried Isadora through the door labeled 'Emergency Room'. "Wait! You can't do back there! There's paperwork to be done!" the man yelled. The frosted door closed in response.