Mako's Message: The first half of this took several days. The second half took about half an hour. Let me know which you think is better.

Anyway, sorry for delay. Other projects sitting on the back burner had to come up front for awhile.

Also, this chapter went off in an entirely different direction than I'd intended. This was supposed to be the only chapter of her in the hospital, but now I'm not sure if I'll write another one or not. Anyway, enjoy and don't forget that reviews help me write better chapters. ^_^


I want out of this hospital.

NOW!

Whatever god or being that's in charge of my life, let me out of here.

Ugh. What's the point. No one can get me out of here without causing problems. It honestly makes me miss the days when my friends could talk me out of all my problems.

They lived on my hips and only knew one very loud word.

Honestly I've been so bored I almost looked through Dave's phone. The only thing that stopped me was the realization that I might find things in there that I really didn't want to find.

My first morning wasn't too bad. I slept through most of it since I was up all night. But when I did wake up I was bored out of my fucking mind. Daytime television is horrible on EVERY network it seems and even drawing Red Mist getting his tunk chewed off by wolves got boring.

In the afternoon though Dave came by to see how I was doing. I wasn't even sure if he would so it was awesome to see him. To make it even better he brought me my comics. I'd totally forgotten that it was new comic day.

Of course it was while I finally had some company that the hospital sent in a fucking counselor to talk to me and kicked Dave out. Fucking douchebag.

He wanted to talk about what happened to me, and about the old injuries that showed up on my x-rays but weren't in my medical records. It wasn't fun. He tried to beat around the bush but he pretty much asked if I was being abused. I almost broke his fucking face. My Daddy loved me more than anything. He'd have never hurt me in anyway that didn't make me stronger. He loved me so much that he put off his own revenge to train me so that I could get my own.

It does make me wonder sometimes though, what would have happened if my mother hadn't died. Would Daddy have come home from prison to find a happy and healthy wife and daughter and go on to live a quiet life? Would we have moved out of state? Or might have Daddy still wanted revenge for taking him away from his family for five years? Things would have been so very different. It really makes me wonder if I'd trade everything that has happened to have my Mommy and Daddy. You'd think it'd be a simple answer, but it's really not. And it becomes less simple the more I think about it.

The life I have now. Who I am. Would I give it up? We might have been happy. We might not have. What if Daddy was still as angry but with his wife still alive he didn't have the extra push to actually act on it? What if that pushed him to drinking and abuse? Or maybe he would have just been so happy to be free and back with his family that none of it mattered to him? I could have been a normal girl.

But then, I kind of like who I am, having the skills I do. If I'd had a normal childhood would I be another Twi-tard Bieber fan? Uhg. Just the thought give me shivers. And if we hadn't become Big Daddy and Hit Girl, how many criminals would still be alive? How many rapists, drug dealers, and murderers would still be walking around?

I just realized who wouldn't be walking around right now. Dave Lizewski.

Dave became Kick-Ass all on his own, it had nothing to do with us. But if we weren't around…Dave would be dead.

There'd be a lot of good people dead.

I'm sorry Mommy. I can't wish for it to be different.