Bue was now tending to both mal and D, they didn't ask for much since they both seemed tired all the time even though they slept most of the time. She'd have to force them to eat since they were too tired to care. It was so boring during the hours that they slept, and whenever mal was awake...he always seemed like he was trying to say something, but hasn't been able to utter a solid word without stuttering in a whole week. She just couldn't wait for them to get better. Mal kept looking away from her toward the middle of the week when an awful thought came to his head.

If I took my fraction of her soul back then I could use that strength to beat that damned puppet! As long as he stays in that training room and I stay here…. NO! HOW CAN I EVEN CONSIDER THAT?! Mal turned over to his other side and stared intently at the corner with the beanbag and heard a small shuffling noise come from behind it, he started to shiver a little.

But...what else is there to be afraid of concerning the puppet? The only lights he has control over are in the training room, there aren't any up here...so then...if I just stay up here and away from the training room then I'm good. Problem is, it's been a week and I'm still weak as ever. I think I know what he's planning now because of it. He told me that as long as I do as he says...no one will get hurt, but bue's the only one left, D and I are already in pain. I bet he wants me to take back my part of her soul to rejuvenate and do whatever he wants. Bue yet again was still distracted by D to hear mal's thoughts, it made him grin slightly that now he could think of a strategy in peace.

D was taking advantage of his sickness to it's full extent, he could move his arms but asked bue to feed him, he got kisses on the forehead and the occasional hair-ruffle. Every now and then, it was easily noticeable that bue was getting very tired of it, she'd gag a little when she thought no one was looking...or at least when D wasn't looking.

A few more days passed and D was the only one getting better, he still wouldn't tell either of us what his dream was, which pissed mal off greatly. He was fed up with D and his sickness and how he was just acting like a spoiled brat. Taking advantage of everything he could get from it. It was beginning to get questionable as to whether or not D was faking the sickness. Bue didn't question what mal had though. This surprised mal considering how much sicker he felt than D.

I bet while I was gone, he must've rigged the lighting and amplified it, I couldn't tell because of how much it hurt. It was hard to tell the difference when all lights feel the same.

Light….

Makes me wonder what mike's doing?...After everything I've done, manipulating people...torturing people...worrying other people…. I've done horrible things, this must be my payback, my karma…. Mal tossed around in the bed, annoying D. Bue was obviously getting bored with being the nurse and having to sleep on the bean bags since D didn't know whether his sickness was contagious or not, so she'd fall asleep with a thin blanket, a headless teddy bear and tonight, she snapped her fingers and the bullet hole covered ceiling became a starry night sky with a crescent moon in the middle. This always seemed to cool her stress. None of them knew day or night in the darkness so it was just simply; "When one of us gets sleepy, we'll all go to bed." As directed by D, at this point...even bue was very much questioning his authority. Like she didn't question it all that much before. He's very pitiful at the moment, though she still has no idea what happened to mal. It's possible that he got the same illness as D and might be getting worse since D can move and talk fairly well, meanwhile, mal is stuttering to just ask for water. Looking up at her moon, all the stressing thoughts she'd had recently were thrown away while she's distracted by it's beauty. Apparently D had another dream before involving the two in a river he imagined with a full moon above and a dim lantern lit hallway surrounded them as if they were a guide leading them to some place. D dreamt the whole thing sadly. When he woke up and bue read his thoughts about what happened at the end of it, she was very frightened, wondering if it was foreshadowing. Bue would've loved the ride but since it wasn't her dream, she had no recollection nor any idea of a real romantic scenery. They all mostly just ate junk food while watching movies they've never heard of on the bed together. It was impossible for them to gain weight since they're still a part of mike, his body is their body. Bue had this hunch that she knew what was truly making mal sick but the idea itself was awfully bizarre, every now and then he'd start vomiting out of nowhere, so she kept the bucket on his side of the bed for quick reach. This was a very similar reaction she had to the sun. She also knew that there were lights in the training room but after listening in on their conversations once in a while, the puppet, A.K.A. his older self said they had the same amount of light as a dim small light bulb in a gigantic pitch black room that would probably flicker occasionally. But it still didn't make sense,...having remembered what happened in mal's old room with the fairly bright lamp on and the minute he came through the full length mirror, he just ran to behind it for cover. When they brought him to the bed, he just coughed for a few days….

Somebody else is pulling the strings here…. Bue thought with worry.

Haha...'pulling the strings'...haha.."did 'ya get it, did 'ya get it?" (elbow nudge, while also purposely said like an idiot)