Another short chapter, hope you all like it. And thank you to GraveyardGirl666, SallyEllen, Zen0207, Ali07241997, and pmollymay for supporting this story.

Chapter Two

I wake again, feeling like I am seeing the world through a layer of fog. It takes me a moment to remember where I am, but after a while it all comes flooding back. The pain in my foot has been reduced to a dull throbbing; I hope that is a good sign. I try to sit up, but my arms are refusing to co-operate.

"Anesthesia and pain killers are a fantastic mix," I hear a female voice comment dryly from over my right shoulder. I turn my head as far as I can to find Mikala is sitting in a chair to the right of my head; her legs folded under her body and a very old looking leather bound book in her hands.

She no longer has her lab coat on and is wearing a simple pair of blue jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, "Are they paying you to baby sit me or are you just so in love with me you can't bear to leave?"

She smirks, still not looking up from her book, "You wish." After a moment she pulls a blue ribbon from her lap and puts it in the book as a bookmark. She slides the book into a small dark blue messenger bag and stands, "How would you rate the pain in your foot?"

"I seem to remember you coming on to me last time," I reply with what I hope is a smirk.

She rolls her eyes, "Pain. Rate it, one to ten."

"Three."

She nods, "That's good, although when the pain medication wears off I have a feeling your answer will be different, if I see your nurse I will have her order more."

"Well, you're just a ray of sunshine," I reply, deciding it's my turn to be sarcastic.

She rolls her eyes again before seeming to remember something, "A dauntless man stopped by a while ago, I believe his name was Max, he said to tell you he would come back by to fill you in on the new plan when you were awake."

She turns and begins to grab her things, but I grab her arm, "You didn't answer my question."

"I just chose to sit with a friend who had just had surgery," She replies like it is a stupid question.

I continue to smirk up at her, "I knew you still had the hots for me."

She stares at me for a moment, an emotion that I can't quite identify flashes behind her eyes. "I think the medication has made you lose a few brain cells," She finally replies, "Although part of the neurological damage probably occurred about two years ago."

I stare back at her, still holding her arm. I consider several different possible responses, but in the end I settle for doing what I do best, being an asshole, "Whatever you have to tell yourself so you can sleep at night."

She shakes her head and gently pulls her arm away before turning to leave. She stops at the foot of my bed, "I sleep quite well, I'm not the one who left."

I will probably update again tomorrow, Monday at the latest. Let me know what you think! :D