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Randall's P.O.V.

I wiped the tears from my eyes. Renny couldn't remember me in the very least. I couldn't blame her. She was hurt so much by him that her brain had to be wiped.

I guess she really wasn't really my Ren, huh? No, not in her current state, but I knew that she-my Renny- was locked up somewhere in her head. I just had to get her out.

Getting up from where I sat, I walked back into the enormous hotel and started to look around for Mary. After a few minutes, I found her in a closet on the first floor. Her hood was down, and her eyes were redder than poppies.

"Mary, what happened?"

"Johnny! He was taken by Quasimodo. He went into the kitchen, he's gonna cook 'em up!"

"How'd you get away?"

"I was at the top of the stairs," Mary gasped, "I hid as he carried Johnny away."

"I'll get him back." Mary nodded, and I ran out the door, closing it behind me.

Renny's P.O.V.

Flowers? Candy? What do I get my two friends who I had hurt?

I made a lot of mistakes in the ten years I lived and worked in the hotel. I knew everyone had something that would cheer them up, as everyone liked different things. With Frank it was music, with Griffin it was a good prank pulled on someone together, and with Wayne it was watching over all his kids for a few weeks. I didn't know Randall or Mary well enough to do anything to say sorry to them!

Maybe... just a simple apology? That could work, considering I can't apologize with a physical object or anything like that. So for two hours I searched for Mary and Randall. They weren't anywhere I could see, unless...

"QUASIMODO!"

I spread my wings and flew to the kitchen as fast as possible. Quasimodo was frozen in place, likely from Dracula. Randall was turned away from me, and I could hear him breathing heavily. I folded up my wings and walked over to him. He was slouched over. One hand was wrapped around his stomach. The other three supported his weight on the wall.

I spoke up. "Randall? Are you okay? Randall?"

A grunt. "It hurts. Everything hurts." He turned to face me and I gasped at what I saw.

He had cuts and bruises all over his body. His right shoulder was dislocated. There was a gash between his eyes, but it didn't look like it would scar. And there was a deep cut near his heart. He smiled weakly, and fell forward. I held my arms out and caught him. I looked at his calm face. When he slept, he looked happier. Dreams of the past? Of his Hope? Maybe.

I struggled picked him up, but was able to carry him out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and into the infirmary. I said nothing as I walked past Cory, even when he yelled at me, told me to put Randall down, and let him die. I shook my head at him, and went into my quarters.

I lied him down on my bed and got to work. After the gash on his head was closed, and his shoulder was popped back into place, I grabbed a needle and thread. Then I got to work on the deep cut near his heart.

After sewing up the cut, I cleaned his blood up and sat next to him on the bed. And I just talked. "I'm sorry Randall. Sorry I made you cry. Sorry you got hurt. Sorry I wasn't there to help you when Quasimodo was hurting you." I knew he was sleeping, but I just had to talk to him. "But most of all, I'm sorry you can't be with your Hope." I held his hand and squeezed it. "If you love her so much, and think she's so amazing, then I must really be pretty great to be compared to her. Thank you, Randall."

The silence was quickly broken by Cory bursting into the room, grabbing me by my hair, and pushing me against a wall. "Oh come on. Don't be so innocent and sweet to him. He'll wake up. You'll sweet talk him. Then you'll get him to sleep with you, you little whore."

"I'm not a-!" I tried to defend myself.

"Yes you are. Griffin. The Blob. The fucking Boogeyman!"

"I never slept with the last two, and even when it was with Griffin, it was only once, it was when we were dating! It was my fucking choice! Just because I won't sleep with you doesn't make me a whore!"

Cory glared at me, and punched me in the eye. It hit me into the wall, making a hole where my head slammed into. "You were nice to me for five minutes. Then everything changed when you found out I was a monster."

Another punch.

"Yeah! I can tell the entire hotel of your freaky fetish!"

"Shut up!" He pulled out his wand and screamed, "Crucio!" A red flash shot out at me, and I let out a scream of pain, crumbling to the floor.

"You... bastard," I gasped. That curse was from a book Cory had found from the humans. It was an 'unforgivable curse', and was fake. Until Cory was able to bring it into our world. He tried the other two unforgivable curses, but those had never turned out right.

Cory bent down and held my face towards his. "But you won't. You know what I can do." Cory smirked at me, and left the room.

He just loved seeing me in pain.