"What is the problem, mi'lady?" I asked, feigning politeness. I was still furious that she was perfectly willing to let Claire die.

"I told you not too!" She whined, sounding even younger than little Claire.

"I am alive, you remain to have full control over Morganville and she is alive too, for now at least," I told her blankly, "It worked out well in the end, did it not."

She sighed, non-verbally admitting that I was right. I nodded at her and returned to my seat in the corner of the waiting room. To my surprise, Amelie joined me.

"I didn't want her to die," Amelie said without looking at me. She took a deep breath that she didn't need, "I do like her, you know. I look at Claire as a friend, sometimes even a younger relative. But the needs of many must come before the needs of one, please understand that" She sounded like she was begging for my forgiveness. She genuinely sounded sorry. Was that was Amelie's way of apologising then?

"I know" I replied softly but I didn't lift my gaze up from the floor. It was almost silent in the hospital now, since it was night time.

Amelie disappeared for a while to call Claire's roommates. Personally, I don't think she should have called them. When I told them I was rescuing her, they didn't seem to care at all. Admittedly, Shreve and the Glass boy asked about it, but they didn't put a lot of effort. It was mainly Claire's boyfriend, Shame or whatever, that really made me see red. He didn't even look up from the TV before he shooed me away.

"They're on their way" she told me, sitting down. I nodded, I had nothing to say.

About 10 minutes later, a doctor came out from the reception, "Are you here for Claire Danvers?"

"Yes," I said, standing up quickly, Amelie following me, "Is she okay?"

"2 broken ribs and some major bruising. She has quite a severe concussion, also," he explained, "She's healing surprising quickly though, so that a good sign."

Amelie gave me a suspicious look and I swallowed, she turned to the doctor and asked politely "Could I speak with her? Alone."

He looked shocked, "Yes, I suppose so but I'm not sure how much you'll get out of her, we have given her some pain medication which will make her very drowsy. Follow me"

Claire's POV

My eyes fluttered open and all I saw was white. I momentarily panicked but soon realised that I was in hospital. Safe. Well, as safe as you can get in Morganville, anyway. I heard my door creak open and my head snapped over in that direction. For some reason, I assumed that it would be Ryan coming to avenge James' death.

It wasn't, it was just Amelie. She was wearing a cream skater dress with pearls around her neck. Her hair was down in waves and she didn't look intimidating, as she usually did. I don't know whether the meds I was taking changed my reaction to fear, or whether Amelie actually tried to look friendly.

"Hello," She said and pulled a seat over and sat down next to my bed. I felt inadequate next to her. She looked really pretty and I probably looked like a potato or something.

"Hi," I croaked out. Damn, my throat hurt pretty bad.

Amelie swept my hair behind my ear in a mothery way and smiled, "Claire, Myrnin was worried that you would feel bad about everything that has happened. He says that it would imply that I didn't care for you, that is not true. I do care about your well being Claire, but I had to do what would benefit the most people. I am very sorry for everything you endured. You may rest assured that I will do everything in my power to bring justice to those who hurt you"

"S'okay..." I mumbled.

Amelie smiled at me again and she passed me a glass of water. I smiled back at her politely. This was nice. Amelie was being surprisingly caring and kind. She really seemed sorry. It was definitley a pleasant change from her usual -

Wait! What time was it? 10:00pm on the 4th March, it read on the clock. Oliver was going too kill Amelie tomorrow night. I gasped and leaned over to Amelie, tapping her shoulder, water spilling all over the blankets.

Amelie looked terrified, reaching out too me, "Claire? What's wrong?"

"Ol-" I mumbled, then coughed, "Oliv-" I couldn't say it properly. My throat was burning and the medications made it hard to actually say anything.

"Oliver?" Amelie asked. My heart rate monitor machine was going pretty fast now.

I nodded, "He's... going too.." I coughed and a doctor ran into the room. They shooed Amelie out and wheras normally, she would have been offended, she just looked worried. I tried to tell them to stop, that I was fine and that I needed to tell Amelie something but the doctor just shushed me and stabbed the crook of my elbow with some form of drug. I started drifting off into medically-induced sleep, but I didn't go peacefully.

I was so frustrated. Amelie was right there! I almost told her! I could of saved her, but now she'd probably still end up dead. Damnit. I couldn't let Oliver take over, I couldn't. He'd let all the humans die and put everything in danger. I just hoped that what I'd said to Amelie was enough to make her curious enough to investigate or at least, that one of her guards had been listening and knew to watch out. I really, really hoped.