I hate hospitals. The smell of hard choices and sour memories is like a constant punch to my senses. The doctors with their stabby needles and bad opinions. If humans didn't break so easily they wouldn't need these horrid places.

You're being overly dramatic, everything is fine now.

But it's not fine is it? My, our, friend is hurt. She's one of a very small handful of people left alive that we're friends with, and she almost died.

Almost, but didn't. She is a tough girl, and she sadly has been through worse than being shot a couple times. She'll make it.

I'm still worried Liv.

Trust me, she will be fine. Besides they rushed that sad girl in here with the healing power to fix this.

Yeah, they did bring her in. She was nice, scared though. I should find her later and apologize. I should probably apologize to the trooper I slammed into the wall as well. Liv, when do you think Tay will wake up?

According to Sad Girl, Taylor is fully healed, even her eyesight. At this point it's really just her sleeping. She will wake up soon.

I guess we just sit till then.

I look at Tay just laying in her bed. Her costume is dirty, they cut the legs off the suit to get to the wounds before Sad Girl came, and the costume is splattered with her blood. There's a halo of her own hair spread across the pillow. Her mask is still on, but I can just imagine her peaceful sleeping face. Oh I hope her sleep is peaceful. She's so young, and already gone through so much. Just the thought of what Tay has been through already boils my blood and makes me uneasy.

Also this room is boring.

Stop complaining.

Something stirring nearby brings me out of a daydream. Tay is shifting a little and gives off a groan. Oh shit is she waking up?

I stand up an move over to her. Placing my hand on her shoulder and talking softly I say. "Tay, hey Tay."

She groans a little louder. "What, ugh why is everything blurry?"

I smile a little. "Hold on, I'll help with that." I stretch the silk mask with one hand and pop out a lens with the other. "There, is that better?"

She looks around for a second. "Yeah, it's better, but why can I see better without the lens, and where are we?"

"Well we're in an executive hospital room in the Protectorate base."

She looks bewildered for a second. "We're on the Rig!" Shock and amazement makes Tay's voice go high pitched. I try really hard not to laugh.

"If you mean the oil rig in the middle of the bay, then yes." She is absolutely blown away.

She slowly comes down from wherever she was. "Why are we on the Rig?"

I get a sour look for a second. "Well you got hurt, so some Protectorate hero came to help you. He was some speedy guy. We're on the Rig because I was, maybe, a little, very upset. They brought us here because, and this is a guess, if I lost it I'd be stranded out in the bay on an oil rig instead of in the middle of the city."

"That makes sense I guess." Tay doesn't sound very sure though.

"And with your eyes, they brought in some sad healer girl in white and red robes to heal you up. She fixed your legs and threw in eye repair for free."

"Sad healer girl?" She thinks for a second. "They brought in Panacea to heal me!?" And she's amazed again, it's adorable.

"Yeah they got Pan-a, uh, Pancake!" Nice Recovery. Shush. "They got Pancake because the doctor said you lost a lot of blood on the way over, and they didn't want to give me a reason to lose it."

"It's all kind of blurry, what happened?"

Oh boy, this should be fun. Try not to slam her with information okay. I'll try. "Okay, so we went after Bakuda yeah?" She gives a nod, then I continue. "Well, we found her. I snuck in and confronted her. She knew we were coming and had people with guns on some rooftops, and they shot you. I killed her. You, you..."

What the hell did I just say. Sorry I panicked.

Tay takes a sharp breath. "And I killed everyone else." She lets out all the air slowly, and her whole body tenses. She pulls in air hard after a few seconds and her eyes start to pool with unshed tears.

Shitshitshitshit. I lean forward and pull her into my arms. "Hey, I'm here." She starts sobbing. "Oh, it's okay, it's okay." Definitely not okay. Hug harder.

I keep her tight to me as talk her through it. She just had a hard time getting over killing Oni Lee yesterday, this was probably to much.

This was way to much for her. Taylor is a sweet girl, I'm honestly surprised she was able to recover from killing Oni Lee in the first place. Finding out you killed an entire building's worth of people would make most people crack.

"I remember what happened, I can see it all happen." Tay croaks out. "The bugs killing people, I, I made them kill those people."

She remembers watching through the bugs.

Oh shit. I don't think we're qualified enough to help.

We have to try Liv, she needs us.

I'm not saying to leave her but me and you are held together by hopes, broken dreams, and murder. This is some deep running trauma in the making and we need a professional.

Tay then shifts and clings to me, burying her face in my neck. "I didn't mean to, I didn't want to do that, I just, I." It's difficult to hear through the tears but the pain is unmistakable. "I don't want to be a villain." She sobs. "I don't want to become a monster."

I just hold her, and tell her things that may soften the blow, but will never fully take away the pain.

AN: So it's been, uh, a little while since the last update. Between life stuff and sad life stuff I just haven't had the motivation to write for a while. The story ain't dead, I'm constantly thinking about it, but the will to write just hasn't been there. It's coming back slowly and I want to write, just the updates might be a little spaced. And this chapter I realize isn't anything special, I know trust me, right now I just needed to finish it and put it out so I could try and get back into it. This chapter is a shift right now in perspective, if you couldn't tell. I'm gonna tell it from Owl's point of view for a while just to mess around and i hope you enjoy it.

It's been a while but still thanks for reading and leave me some of those tasty reviews

-Killa