Elphaba stayed there, practically motionless, holding Fiyero's hand through the night. She could feel his steady pulse and as a result didn't need to continue checking his breathing and temperature. If he worsened she would do her best to help.

But he didn't. Fiyero wasn't really changing, as far as Elphaba could see. He was in a constant state of unconsciousness, looking as though he were sleeping. But she could never forget that he wasn't waking up any time soon.

The woman glared to herself as her shoulder started to sting once again. She hated being alone, because that was when her body reminded her of its abuse. But then again, Elphaba didn't particularly enjoy being around Glinda either.

Once she noticed the sky beginning to lighten, Elphaba looked over at the clock without moving her head. Really? Only six? She couldn't justify waking Glinda up until at least nine, and she would be risking her eardrums at that. Any later and she could very well lose her mind, however.

Just then, she heard a rustling in the closet and instinctively tensed up, her body ready for battle. A second later she realized who it had to be – Dahl – Elphaba relaxed and listened for his entrance, never looking away from Fiyero's hand.

She heard him fly to the bed and looked sharply in the Bird's direction, making sure he didn't land on or jostle Fiyero. Good. She returned her eyes to her lover.

The two sat there in silence for several moments, both watching Fiyero..

Dahl finally broke it. "Who is he?"

The woman blinked, inwardly hardening. A member of the Underground should know better than to ask another of their personal life. How dare he. She distracted herself from saying something along those lines by cursing at the little Bird in her head, and then once that didn't work, thinking about what she and Fiyero would do when he woke up. And how angry Glinda would be if Elphaba kicked the only option in watching over Fiyero out of the house.

Once she had calmed herself down, Elphaba squeezed Fiyero's hand and gently let go, moving to the door. "I'll show you where food is so you can help yourself in the future."

Dahl nodded; although he had hoped otherwise, the Bird had expected to be met with silence. Fae was one of the most secretive of the Underground, save the council.

Elphaba got to her feet and strode to the door, opening it and exiting and never looking back at Fiyero. Whenever she had to leave him she wouldn't look back, for it would cause her to stay. It was so hard to leave him. He could die while she was doing something else. Or she could miss his awakening.

Elphaba lead Dahl to the kitchen and showed him where Bird-friendly food – bread, crackers, fruit, ect. – were located.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to speak to Miss Upland about something." Seeing Dahl nod, Elphaba inclined her head and backed out of the room.

Once she was out of the kitchen, Elphaba turned and walked quickly towards Glinda's room. She glanced at a clock. Seven. Oh well, she really didn't want to wait any longer.

Pushing the door to the blonde's room open with a bang, Elphaba moved to Glinda's bed, sitting down ungracefully on the blonde's stomach.

Glinda woke up suddenly, a pretty frown appearing on her face when she saw it was Elphaba. "This is the second time you've woken me up unpleasantly, Elphie!" She tried unsuccessfully to wiggle out from underneath Elphaba. "You're crushing me!" She said dramatically. "Get off!"

Elphaba couldn't help but smirk - the blonde always could lift her spirits, if only for a moment.

"Okay, okay," Elphaba said, getting to her feet. She patted Glinda's stomach gently. "I'm sorry."

Glinda sniffed prettily and then looked over at her clock. "Oh my Oz it's seven in the morning! Elphie!!!!"

Elphaba stuck a finger in her ear that was closest to Glinda, making a face. "It's important, Glinda."

"Oh." Instantly, the blonde stopped making a fuss. She got to her feet and flounced over to her mirror, inspecting her hair. She knew whatever was important wasn't anything horrible, or Elphaba wouldn't have tormented her for those few seconds. And she wouldn't have smirked. "Does my hair look horrible? I hate bedhead..."

Sticking her tongue out at her reflection, Glinda walked into her bathroom, and drawers could be heard opening and closing.

Elphaba sat down on the bed, her hands in her lap. "Dahl is back."

Glinda stayed in the bathroom. "Really? Yay! What did he say? When's that girl coming?"

"She isn't."

"Sad! Why not?"

"It doesn't matter. Dahl is going to look after Fiyero for me so I can leave that room." She didn't even try to make her voice enthusiastic.

"Is that a good idea? He's a Bird, Elphie. A small one at that."

Elphaba leaned forward, putting her head in her hands. She didn't have the energy to bicker with the blonde. "Don't start with me Glinda, I'm not in the mood. Don't doubt him."

Glinda rolled her eyes at her reflection. Her hair was beautiful again and now she was putting on a bit of mascara and eyeliner – essentials that had to be put on before anybody would see her.

"And be nice to him. He doesn't have to be here. For Oz's sake, he doesn't even know everything."

"Alright, alright, alriiight, Elphie. Sheesh, I know how to be nice!" There was an exaggerated gasp, and then Glinda appeared in the doorway of her bathroom, a grin on her face. "Does this mean I get to take you out today?"

Elphaba didn't move for a moment, and then slowly sat back up, sniffing. She kept an emotionless look on her face. "I suppose it does."

Glinda let loose a high note, causing Elphaba to jump slightly. Skipping over to her friend, Glinda hugged her tightly. "I'm going to get you to have fun, Elphie."

Elphaba pried herself loose and got to her feet, walking to the door. As she exited she called out over her shoulder.

"Good luck with that. I'll be in Fiyero's room if you need me."