Author's Note: Starting off with a thank you to RAHbooks. Thanks for the advice. I should take however long I need to write a chapter, but I won't take too long! Thank you!

Thank you guys for giving all the good reviews, as always. You can't imagine how happy I am! You guys could be my best friends if you want too!

So, I'm thinking about adding a new character in the next chapter. My OC was supposed to come in before Opal, but I totally forgot about my OC. Maybe I'll add my OC in this chapter, as a surprise. (Arty walks in room)

Artemis: It's not really a surprise any more.

Oh shut up! I said I MIGHT. Not I WILL.

BTW, for those of you who aren't fans of Opal Koboi,

Artemis: Which makes most of us.

SHUT UP! As I was saying, for those of you who aren't fans of Opal, you might hate me for this. But I had an idea, and I'm putting it to good use. So, enjoy even if you hate it!

Disclaimer: Do you really think I own Artemis Fowl? Even the stupidest person in the world knows I don't own Artemis Fowl! Why do I have to put this! I do own the new character I'm adding though! YAY!

Chapter Seven

The Hospital; Opal's room Third person POV

Opal was still passed out in the hospital by the time No1 got there from the break room. What other person would know what to do in this sorta situation? If Opal had the same thing Trouble did, they might have some luck of finding some results with her. But first, they always started with an examination. Meaning they checked her bones, her skin; just in case she passed out because of something on her, or if she ate or touched something she was allergic to. No1 checked Opal's back, and was shocked at what he found.

This is not possible! He thought.

He ran out into the hall to get Holly. He wanted to make sure he wasn't seeing stuff that wasn't there.

"Holly!" No1 called. "I think you may want to see this!" Holly rushed down the hall and into Opal's room.

"Show me." She panted. No1 walked over to the side of the bed, and showed Holly. She gasped at what she saw. It wasn't possible, it just wasn't! There is no way this could happen. This is just saying that everything Opal did was really someone else's fault.

Enthrallment marks.

"Oh gods," Holly said, running her fingers through her hair. "This isn't possible!" Holly looked at No1.

"That's exactly what I thought! How could this be? Opal did all those things, and we blamed her. But it wasn't even her fault."

Holly thought for moment. If No1 got rid of these marks, would Opal become good? Could she remember anything about what she had done the past years? When Holly got her Enthrallment marks removed by No1, she remembered everything. Who did it and what she did. But to think Opal, it just didn't seem right.

Then a question came to her.

"So how does this explain her passing out?" Holly asked.

"Well, when someone is Enthralled," No1 began. "And if they don't get it fixed, or have multiple ones, there brain can get an overload, especially if the Enthrallers are dead. The brain is confused on whose making what decision. And if the Enthrallers are dead, the brain might be confused on what the decision is in the first place."

Holly looked at Opal's back again.

"Could you fix her; even if the marks are from a long time ago?" No1 nodded.

"It might take a while, but I'll see what I can do." Holly nodded back.

"I'll you to work then." And she left.

No1 got straight to work. He started with the mark closest to her shoulder. She might feel a little pain, but she was passed out sp chances of her waking up were very small.

No1 shot magic out from his fingers and onto Opal's back. After a good fifteen minutes of doing that, the first mark was gone. He moved on to the next one. After that one, he moved on to the next one. And soon they were gone. Opal was fixed! But now that she was fixed, she would have a lot of explaining to do.

No1 stepped out of the room. Holly was sleeping in one of the chairs in the hall. She must've been really tired. No1 didn't blame her. Holly had been awake for almost twenty-three hours. She needed sleep. So, he decided that he would wait for her to wake up, instead of walking her up now. So, instead, he walked down the hall to Trouble's room.

The Hospital; Trouble's room Trouble's POV

I woke up, and almost gagged. I choked on something, but what? I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I looked at all the machines, and noticed that I was hooked up to them. Then I noticed that the tube in my throat was attached to one of the machines. A respirator? Had I stopped breathing? Well, I seemed okay now, and I wanted this thing out of my throat before a gagged my guts out.

Then the door opened and No1 walked in. Good, he could get this thing out of my throat.

"Good. You're awake. We were thinking that you were never going to walk up." He walked up to the respirator and turned it off. Then he slowly pulled the tube out of my throat. Ah, I wasn't gagging anymore. It felt good not to have that thing in my throat.

"Where's Holly?" I asked.

"She's sleeping. I didn't want to wake her. I know Holly would want me to wake her up so she could see you. But truth be told, she's been awake for twenty-three hours. I think she needs some serious rest." He checked the rest of the machines, and then sat down in one of the chairs.

"She was really worried about me wasn't she?"

"Very. She's probably still going to be worried even though you're awake. We still haven't found out what's wrong with you. I have to talk to you about that, by the way. To help us figure out what's wrong with, we brought Opal down here. And now she's checked into the hospital."

"Why is Opal checked in? Did she get it from me?"

"No. I was examining her, after she passed out, and found that she had three Enthrallment marks on her back. Holly and I think that all those things she did, were actually by someone else."

I can't believe it. Opal Koboi might actually be innocent.

"Well, you might want to get some sleep. You need rest too." Then No1 left the room.

I couldn't sleep. What if this happened again while I was sleeping, and no one was there to help me? I mean, I still had a big headache. And I couldn't risk anything. But I was tired. Even when you're passed out, you don't feel awake when you wake up again. You feel tired. But I couldn't sleep. But I needed to. So I closed my eyes. I relaxing my muscles, and tried not to think about anything. It was hard not to think when you can hear all of the machines, and all of them are either on you or in you.

But I slowly drifted off into a light sleep. And then suddenly, I got scared. What if I didn't wake up? You already went over this, I thought. You need to stop worrying and sleep. So I listened to my mind and tried to go deeper into my sleep. I didn't wake up.

But not because I didn't want to.

I couldn't. Not again. I thought.

A/N: What did you guys think? Was it good? Did you read anything you weren't expecting? Huh huh, did ya? Did ya? Review please!