He had forgotten how long his father had been in the shower and he had tried to rollover in his bed, but his stomach rumbled in protest. He knew their food was getting cold and rolled back off his bed, heading to the bathroom. Jeb listened and could still hear water running but knocked anyway before entering.

"Father? Are you doing alright?" Jeb asked, keeping his eyes to the floor.

"Yeah, just about done." Came the faint reply, "I'm guessing I have been in here a little too long, huh?"

"Long enough. Also, the food's getting cold and I would like to shower before I sleep tonight." Jeb shrugged, "Don't punish yourself."

"Okay, okay… I'll be out shortly." Cain sighed, "It's a sad day when my kid needs to watch over me." Cain laughed.

Jeb smiled, glad that his father was feeling better and closed the door. He heard the water turn off soon afterwards so he concentrated on the tray of food. Jeb laughed at the site of soup and wine, what a combination. Grabbing the pot of soup, Jeb sat it on the wood-burning stove and lit a fire.

Cain finally came out of the bathroom, wearing just a pair of lounge pants and made it was to the table. As Jeb was lighting the fire, Cain poured the wine into the two glasses and handed one to Jeb. They raised the glasses before empting them and poured themselves more. Cain walked over to the stove to warm himself, but the smell of the soup was more inviting.

"Smells good, which of the cooks made it?" Cain asked.

"Probably Kasim, he's the best and knows the mood of the castle." Jeb replied, bringing over a ladle and the smaller bowls.

"And that means what, Jeb?" Cain asked, cocking his head to the side.

"That Kasim knows what kind of meal to make. Like he made soups instead of some grand meated dinner." Jeb replied, filling his bowl. Cain just nodded before filling his own bowl.

The two sat at the dinning table and ate in silence, each lost in thought. Demons plagued their minds as each thought about the last few hours. Though Cain's mind was still on his situation with the Queen, Jeb's mind was on his past few hours as his father was in the room.

Cain had brought DG into the palace, yelling that she had quit breathing. Healer swarmed over the two, taking the younger Princess from Cain. Jeb had to retrain his father from following the healers. No one, not even the family, had been allowed into the medial room where the Healers had DG.

Jeb had been running around between the Royal family and watching his father. The Queen had wanted no one to bother Cain, besides Jeb or herself. When the Healers needed more supplies, Jeb or Azkadellia would be asked to go retrieve the items. What surprised Jeb the most was when the Healers asked Azkadellia to get a change of clothing for DG.

She had rushed off to get some sleepwear, but the evidence was there, DG was somewhat stable. The Healers had even let Lavender and Azkadellia see DG once she returned, but Jeb refused. Wanting to get his father and the Healers would welcome them whenever they were ready.

Jeb stirred his food, slowly losing his appetite, "When are you going to see her?" Jeb finally asked.

"See who?" Cain asked, looking at his son, "Do you mean DG?"

"Yeah… the Healers have her stable, though tonight will be a long one for them. The family has seen her already and we can go anytime…." Jeb replied, meeting his father's gaze.

"Why wasn't I told earlier?" Cain demanded, letting his spoon drop.

"That is my fault. The Queen left it up to me when to tell you." Jeb squirmed in his seat, before taking a bite.

"So… what? Why did you wait?"

"Depending how you were doing, I might have not told you until tomorrow morning." Jeb admitted.

"I appreciate you telling me now. Have you seen DG?" Cain asked, going back to his food.

"No, I wanted to go with you." Jeb stated, "When ever you're ready."

"I think I might sleep easier if I knew how she was doing." Cain admitted, "How's after we eat?"

"That is fine by me, father. Hurry so we can." Jeb joked, finishing his bowl.

Cain smile at his son, watching Jeb slurp down what was left in his bowl. Cain took his time, wanting to eat more than wear it. Jeb decided to clean up the plates and utensils as his father finished. When Cain finally put his bowl with the other dirty dishes, he finally realized how nervous he was.

Jeb waited patiently, not wanting to rush his father. He wasn't too sure himself that he was all prepared to see DG. Hearing the gunshots, Jeb raced Azkadellia inside the palace before racing back to his father. He had met his father on the path, seeing DG in his arms.

Whoever had shot DG had a good target on her. The bullet had nearly missed her spine and went through her, just under her ribs. Jeb had only seen the pool on her chest and the blood seeping down his father's arms. He had raced back to the palace, yelling for help.

Over half the day had gone by before any good news came from the Healers. Jeb guessed hours passed since he was told and he couldn't grasp the facts. Nearly fourteen or fifteen hours had passed since DG was shot.

"I think we're as ready as we're going to be, Jeb." Cain stated, freeing Jeb from his thoughts, "Where is DG?"

"Down in the Healer's Ward. Like I said, we have to be quiet, but they welcomed us anytime." Jeb said, leading his father out of the guest room.

"I don't think we're going to be there long anyways. Today's been taxing everyone." Cain commented, following Jeb down the hall.

"You have no idea." Jeb laughed, but that quickly died. The rest of the walk stayed in silence and Jeb swore his father had even quit breathing. They approached the door to the Healer's Ward and Jeb turned to Cain. A quick nod and Jeb was knocking on the door.

The door opened slowly, revealing a relieved Raw. The Viewer smiled upon seeing his friends and ushered them inside, "'Bout time."

"We decided to freshen up and eat before we came." Jeb laughed, "But how's everything?"

"Raw's fine, but tired. DG doing better, come and see." Raw lead them to the only occupied bed. Jeb and Cain followed closely behind their friend, though Cain's eyes were glued to the all to interesting floor.

They stopped at her bedside, but Cain couldn't bring himself to raise his eyes. He still saw DG lying in his arms, bleeding to death. He felt Jeb rubbed his back reassuringly and just nodded in reply.

"I thought you said you'd sleep better if you saw DG?" Jeb asked.

"I did, so?" Cain shrugged, "I still will sleep easier."

"It's kind of hard to see her when you're staring at the floor." Jeb countered.

Cain looked up at his son then to Raw and shrugged. He wasn't sure how to react, but hell should freeze over before Wyatt Cain admitted that he was scared. Unfortunately, that was exactly was he was, scared and it was showing.

"Dad, just look at her will you?" Jeb pleaded.

"Raw knows Cain worried, but listen to son." Raw added, smiling to Jeb.

Cain relented and finally looked to the sleeping DG. To his surprise, DG looked… pale. Like she had when he brought her in. Her lips still had that purple hue, but something was different. Leaning closer, Cain realized that DG was breathing. Grabbing one of her hands, he felt how warm she felt.

"It's a start. The Healers have her stable, but it's still a long night to go." Jeb said, going to the other side of the bed.

"DG strong. DG get better." Raw smiled, "Just need help from friends."

"Well, she's got all the strength she needs." Jeb laughed in return.

"She won't get any rest if you wake her up, son." Cain added, "Come on, we all need to rest."

Raw lead them out of the Healer's Ward, giving them a good night before closing the door. The two men walked back up to the guest room and were asleep soon after.

While Jeb slept soundly, Cain was being plagued by nightmares. Images of Adora's death replayed over and over until slowly Adora turned into DG. Cain held the Adora/DG body on his lap, nearly crying at the site. The body turned sharply up at Cain, both pair of eyes facing him down.

How could you do this to me Wyatt? I thought you loved me, I thought I meant something to you. The voice of Adora blamed.

How could you let this happen? I thought we were friends, I thought you cared for me. Who's next, Cain? Glitch, Raw, Azkadellia, Jeb? The DG voice added.

Cain shook his head at the accusations, trying to tell himself that is wasn't true. That the form in front of him was neither Adora or DG, but the two voices slowly merged into one.

Maybe you need to go back into that Tin Suit a few more annuals. Than you can really have the value of life! The form shoved at Cain, sending the man flying back into the old Tin Suit that sat in front of his old cabin home.

Cain bolted violently awake, keeping himself from screaming out. Looking around, he was happy to see that he hadn't woken Jeb up and rose from his bed. Walking to the bay windows once again, Wyatt Cain leaned against the window frame. He body felt like it was on fire and the cool summer breeze was a welcoming delight.

Resting his eyes, Cain drifted off to sleep. He was still leaning against the window when Jeb woke a few hours later. Jeb would have laughed if the emotions of Finaqua weren't so dire.

"Father? Wake up or go sleep in your bed…" Jeb stated, shaking Cain's shoulder.