Everything felt heavy. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe. It was almost like something was pressing down on him.

"Yerman, you know that hanging over him like this won't help," a familiar voice lectured. "Give him some breathing room."

Yerman... hadn't he...? Confusion laid thick in his mind as he tried to remember what happened. Why did he feel so sore? And what about the odd feeling of some extra appendage? His ear twitched, which startled him. That wasn't normal, was it?

"Yusuf?" Came a hopeful voice.

He groaned in responce and shifted towards the noise. "...Wut...?" Damn he sounded weird...

"Mentor! He can speak!" The voice cheered.

"That's good," the first one responded. "Get some sleep Yusuf, you need the rest."

Though he felt like there was something he had to tell them, he was too exhausted and too groggy to recall it. So he willingly slipped back into the darkness of his unconscious mind.

-0-0-

It was probably a lot later, but he felt strong enough to lift his heavy head off the pillow as he blinked with sleep glazed eyes and yawned. To him it sounded like a sort of silent hiss, but he ignored it. He expected it to be easy dragging himself out of bed, his only set back being the fact that he was exhausted, but he quickly learned otherwise.

The moment he blindly pushed off the edge, he fell... down and down until he crashed on the floor in a sprawl. When'd his bed get so high without touching the ceiling anyways? He shook the question off and rubbed his tired eyes to rid himself of the blurred sight. But it did little.

"Ezzio?" If his voice, thick with sleep, before had sounded weird to him, then this was bazzare. "Ezzio ware ar yo?" Honestly it sounded like he was having trouble forming the words themselves. Like his tongue just didn't want to make sentences correctly.

Footsteps. He could hear them. "Yusuf? Are you alright in there?"

"Ezzio?" He slurred looking up at the door as it opened. He could see his friend's darkened figure looming over him.

"Come on," he said, picking him up like a small animal. "Let's get you back to bed."

But he remembered what he needed to tell him now! He dug his nails into Ezio's thumb. "Ezzio... I know wut teh Templer's ar plannin'."

For a moment Ezio froze, but he still put him down on the bed. "You need the rest. Wait before you tell me."

"But ther might not beh time..." Yusuf reasoned. "Templers plan on attacin' teh Norf Contantin Den."

The words, though just fairly reconizable, hung in the air with more an impact than anything. "But the South Constantine Den had a bomb explosion a few days ago."

"But they plan on attacin' whil were distacked." He explained. "Ther tunnelin' under teh growd so they can com out from the inside."

He heard a sigh. "Alright. We'll take care of it. But for now, get some rest. I will make sure the Assassins there know about this."

I know a little late. But here it is.