She woke from unconciousness that night, probably only a few hours after it happened. Her stomach ached like nothing before. A burning sensation filled the area, making her feel lightheaded and nauseous.

She tried getting up, slowly and easily, but it was not as easy as it had looked. It took her a few tries, and then she decided on crawling.

She crawled all the way to a door she remembered well, the door of a room she knew she'd be welcome in, and she could get help in. She banged her fist on the door to try and wake them up, and it worked. Someone came to the door, sleepy eyed and not all yet awake. Kaden sputtered andlapsed from the energy she'd used. The person standing in the doorway woke up enough to see Kaden lying on the ground. She picked her up and ran into the room with the child.

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Kaden woke with a bright light in her eyes, and bodies all around her own. Her head ached fiercely, and her stomach felt like it was going to explode.

"She's waking up." A ladies voice said from beside her. Seeing the woman, she didn't recognize her. It seemed she was seeing doubles; her head was spinning, and there were three of this woman. "Kaden? Can you hear me?"

"Who are you...?" She croaked.

"The medication has side-effects. She might not remember you." A mans voice spoke.

"Or, you, for that matter." The same woman's voice said, and now Kaden was beginning to see properly. There was only one woman and one man.

"What...?"

"Don't speak Kaden, we just got you to the infirmary, and they don't have very many healers that have magic left in them, so we had to mend you as much as we could. You'll have to stay in bed, and you won't be able to get up for another two to three weeks." The woman said.

"Get some sleep, love." The man said worriedly. Kaden looked around, and they were gone. Suddenly, another woman came up, gave her some kind of strange tasting liquid, and she fell back asleep.

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"I hope she's alright." The Queen said as she left her oldest in the infirmary, worried to death about her.

"No, what I hope is that she tells us what the hell she was thinking!" Jonathan said, outraged. He looked at his wife, shook his head, and turned back around, running his hand through his coal black hair, lines forming at his brow. "She worries me. What has she been doing that could get her into this much trouble?"

"I know." Someone said from behind them. Thayet turned, and found a sleepy eyed girl with tousled brown curly hair, her brown eyes sad.

"And who might you be?" Jonathan said, sapphire eyes cold and his hand still on his head. He was in casual night clothes, just as his wife and the girl standing beside Thayet.

"I'm Kaden's friend, your Majesties. Ambrose."

"And what is it you want to tell us?" Thayet asked.

"Kaden has been hiding a lot of things from me, and I personally want to know what they are, but I've figured out one thing."

"And what's that?" Jon asked, impatient.

"When I was a kid, my uncle abused me and my siblings, sexually, physically and mentally,"

"Where is this going?"

"It's going somewhere, Your Majesty. Don't worry." She cleared her throat. "Well, I remember going through stages. My uncle told us not to tell anyone, because if we did, we'd be in big trouble. So, I didn't tell anyone, and my parents ended up getting worried because I was hiding so much from everyone. I feel like Kaden is doing the same thing. Is there anyone who would abuse her? Here in the palace? Maybe even stab her?"

"We don't know who that could be..."

"Well, you might want to find out before anything else happens." She took a deep breath, exhaled, and looked to the floor. "Is Kaden around by any chance?"

"They just put her back asleep. She probably wouldn't have remembered you. The medication makes her hallucinate."

"She'll be up and around hopefully by noon today." Jonathan said. "Thank you, Ambrose."

"You're welcome, Your Majesties." Ambrose curtsied and left the room at a run.

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Kaden woke one morning, weeks later, to be told that she could leave. She was waiting ever so patiently for them to tell her this. She'd been cooped up in the infirmary for 2 weeks already, and she couldn't stand to be in there for another day.

While being in the infirmary, Kaden had talked wiht her parents numerous times, and Ambrose had even come once, but never came again. She still told Kaden that she couldn't be around her if she didn't tell her what was going on.

When Kaden got to her room, she had to walk in, but if she could, she would have ran and jumped on her bed and lay there until the night. But before she could position herself correctly on the bed, she found a note laying there.

Kaden,

I'm sorry for the way I've treated you. I don't know exactly what you're going through, but I have an idea. Please come tell me what's been going on with you. I really want to help you. I'm your friend. Who knows? I might even know what you're going through. I might have experienced it. Please decide to tell me. I need to know. Then everything will be all over.

Come to my room tonight. I will be there if you come or not.

Ambrose.

Kaden shook her head, but something told her to go. Something smart inside of her, the last bit of realism. She got up, crumpled the piece of paper in her hands and threw it at the wall. If Ambrose wanted to apologize now, of all times, she was a little bit late. Three weeks late, to be exact. If it hadn't been for her, this would have never happened.

Kaden knew that wasn't true. She knew nothing of it was true, but she needed something to blame it on. Something to have an excuse to do everyhting she knew she shouldn't do.

She stayed in her room all night, thinking of the bitterness she had built up for Ambrose, knowing it was all fake and knowing the alcohol she held in her hands was going to get her drunk.

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AHHHH DEPRESSED'D. Well, not really. DON'T FORGET! Review. Please. Oh, and Erin, don't get depressed. It's onlt Kaden! You know she'll get better soon. Hehehehe...

HAHA. Well, don't listen to me. I'm just a friendly reminder. I'm the captain of the gravy boat. HAHA.

Okay. Really, review, and don't mind me, I'm crazy. PSYCHO, actually.