Calliope stared out the window from her hospital bed. She was an early bird since childhood and loved watching the sunrise; lucky for her, her hospital room was facing east. Every now and then she would wake in the middle of the night to catch people jumping roofs, or messing around, or just being outside. She knew some of those people, not from personal experience, but she would memorize their faces from her small little room.

She had been in there diagnosed with cancer since she was thirteen. It was also the age she had been given the title as a Muse. She knew practically everything there to know about classes and how to keep the balance between the two. That was one of her jobs as a Muse; to keep the balance. Even being stuck in a room she had a couple friends outside who could help when she needed information. However things were getting increasingly difficult and she worried that her twin brother had finally taken over as being a Lord, whom she knew would cause a war.

Calliopes mentor, the previous Muse before she died, had told her of a war prior which ended horribly for everyone except for one who ended up alone which is just as bad. Calliope couldn't ever picture being alone; if she was alone she would probably go insane.

"Calliope?" There was a brisk knock on the door. "It's me, Roxy. Its early but I thought I could stop by!" Calliope was frazzled for a second before coming to her senses.

"Just a minute Rox!" Calliope quickly pulled out a bag from under the bed, which she took out a short white wig and a pair of fake eyelashes. She quickly secured the bob on her head and applied the eyelashes as best as she could. "Almost ready!" she called out but Roxy being as stubborn as usual opened the door anyways. She grunted and gave Calliope a hard stare.

"Won't you just let me see you without the get up?" Calliope blushed knowing that Roxy would say that.

"I'm really not as pretty as you think I'd be." She mumbled under her breath watching Roxy set down a small vase filled with a single daisy.

"I bet you would be prettier!" Roxy winked at her. "I know the daisy isn't much but I know you like it pretty simple, so i…"

"It's beautiful!" Calliope smiled at Roxy, always appreciative of the variety of flowers she always brought in. Calliope and Roxy had known each other since they were around 14. They met through a chatting website and they eventually became such great friends that Roxy would visit her at least once a week, even if Calliope was 18 and Roxy was 21. "So how have you and Dirk been?"

"Ehh," Roxy scratched the back of her head scooching the hospital seat closer to Calliopes bed. "I'm pretty sure he is still really into Jake, to be honest I am thinking about breaking it off." Roxy sighed looking her finger nails. Calliope knew it would be hard for a Prince and a Rogue to date, they differ largely on the passive and active scale, but she also knew that Roxy knew deep down that Dirk would never truly be hers.

"You know that I would always be here for you." Calliope smiled at Roxy.

"Why don't we just date Callie! We can be the star-crossed lovers of the hospital!" Roxy thrust her fist into the air in a victorious whoop which made Calliope giggle. Roxy jumped up from her seat. "Hey you know what! Why don't we go out somewhere! I can wheel you around the roof top or the park just outside!" Roxy's face teemed with excitement, which saddened Calliope to know she was going to let her down once again.

"I have been put under a different treatment so the doctors want me in my room to keep an eye on me, but I have a couple questions to ask you and it would be best if we just stayed in here." Roxy's smile faded and she slumped sitting back in her chair.

"You want to know about what is happening on the streets don't you?"

"Of course! It is important that I stay updated on the events that happen." Calliope eyed Roxy carefully, watching her fidget a bit, hesitating on what she was going to say.

"Nothing really!" She pushed out a fake laugh. Calliope sighed.

"I know you are trying to protect me by not telling me anything but all it would do is make things worse. Please do not refrain from telling me any information." Roxy puffed a breath and looked away only to look back and meet Calliope's gaze. She huffed a sigh on began.

"Recently there has been talk of a guy named Lord English coming to town. He is supposedly a really mean dude who doesn't take orders from anyone or something." Roxy blow a hair out of her face when there was a knock on the door. Ms. Paint, Callliope's nurse, popped her head in the door and smiled. Ms. Paint was around her late twenties with pretty short blonde hair and blue eyes. She loved colors so she was always wearing different colored scrubs.

"Roxy it is time for Calliope's breakfast. It shouldn't take long, but you can't be inside." She said quietly passing Roxy who was heading out the door.

"Naw its okay Ms. P! I was about to head out on the town! See you guys later!" She waved. "Next time you see me Calli, I'll be a single lady and we can start dating!" She blew a kiss and a wink.

"Roxy, what about John?" Calliope called out before Roxy closed the door.

"What about him?"

"Maybe he is boyfriend material?"

"Isn't he with Vriska?" Roxy was looking confused.

"Sometimes things change." Calliope knew about John and Vriska. John was a good kid in her mind and she knew eventually John will come to terms with Vriska's bad side, and Roxy might be a good fit for him. Roxy gave her a silly look before nodding still in confusion and closing the door. Calliope carefully took off her wig and set it to the side, Ms. Paint taking her i.v. out of her arm and putting in a new one. Ms. Paint was probably the closest thing to a motherly figure that Calliope had. While they both kept to a pretty silent basis, the both enjoyed the peace of each other's company. Ms. Paint set down a small tray that held a bowl of particularly gray porridge and a puckering grapefruit with a small box of milk on the side. Calliope took a small pack of sugar and poured it into the porridge, stirring it around until the large sugar crystals disappeared. Calliope took a bite of the porridge, already used to the bland paper taste. When she was finished she sipped her milk and avoided the grapefruit. Calliope wasn't fond of the bitter fruit.
When she finished Ms. Paint had Calliope try to sleep a little more by closing the blinds a bit and taking away the tray. She smiled towards her once before exiting. Calliope yawned, a little tired from waking up early, shimmied back under her blanket, and closed her eyes.

…

When she woke up a deep orange seeped through the cracks in the curtains and she knew she had slept throughout the whole day. At first when that happened it used to freak her out, but by now she was used to it; these days she was just a tired person.

"Good evening sleepy head!" She heard from the corner of the room. Turning around she spotted Gamzee leaning tiredly on the uncomfortable hospital chair.

"Gamzee!" Calliope squealed as he came over to let her hug him tightly. Gamzee had been her best friend since childhood and she hadn't seen him in forever, so just seeing him alive made her extremely happy.

"Wassup my little friend, I see you're sporting the new do." He winked through his shaggy bangs. Calliope suddenly remembered that she wasn't wearing a wig and, embarrassed, lifted her fragile slim hands trying to cover her head up. Gamzee grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her head. "Hey, I don't wear my makeup around you, so you can't either!" He stuck out his tongue which was tinted purple, probably from a faygo. She didn't realize until he pointed out that he wasn't wearing his usual clown makeup. She blushed, ashamed, remembering how she told him once that the get up was scaring a couple kids throughout the hospital. "Ain't nothing to blush about, hows the meds treating you?"

"I've gotten used to my new set, although I've been getting sleepier and sleepier as the days go on. Sometimes I just think that… you know, maybe my time is coming." Calliope looked back towards the covered windows, watching the orange dance through the cracks.

"Naw, I think that your head is clouded from treatment. Besides life is full of motherfucking.."

"Miracles, I know." She smiled. "But since this new treatment I've been having sort of premonitions. I'm not sure why, but I don't feel that the cancer is what is going to kill me." She sighed and looked at Gamzee, staring at his long thing facial features with his black hair curling around his face. "Have you spoken with Caliborn recently?"

"Last time I saw the little motherfucker he stabbed me in the thigh and punched me three times in the gut, but I forgive him." He laughed a little bit and smiled into space which made Calliope giggle a bit. She knew that Gamzee thought of Caliborn as a little brother, even if Caliborn may have threatened to kill him several (or more) times. She really loved that about Gamzee; how forgiving he could be. Although she didn't really know a lot about him, besides the fact that his father died and he was adopted by his crazily young uncle. It was things like that that made Calliope not really want to know what he does outside in the city. She wasn't one to pry, but she hoped that he wasn't getting into too much trouble.

"Oh!" Trouble triggered the question that she had almost forgotten. "Gamzee, have you ever heard about a guy named Lord English?" She knew Roxy wouldn't collect any information about him for her; Roxy probably won't even visit her until the whole situation is settled, but Calliope knew that Gamzee would help her out.

"Is he like, some miraculous language teacher to foreign immigrants or something?" Gamzee mimed juggling; he didn't know anything. She puffed out a breathe and lay back.

"He is, from what I've been told, a new threat. If it isn't too much can I ask you to find out some information for me?" Before Gamzee could respond there was a quick knock on the door before it flew open. Caliborn marched in, his "high-tech", "gold" prosthetic leg clinking on the hard tile floor.

"Speak of the devil." Calliope mumbled under her breath.

"Hey little sis." He sauntered over to Calliope's bed.

"Cal-Cal!" Gamzee jumped out of his chair and wrapped Caliborn in a large sloppy hug.

"Not this asshole." Caliborn grunted and pulled out a switch blade. Before anyone could say anything Caliborn stabbed Gamzee in the side.

"CALIBORN!" Calliope shrieked, never happy to see her older brother, but more worried about the fact that her best friend literally got stabbed in the side.

"Woah little man!" Gamzee staggered a good head and a half over Caliborn and rubbed his fingers through Caliborns short black hair. This only pissed Caliborn off more, causing him to stab Gamzee once more, this time in the stomach. Gamzee clutched his belly. "Okay okay, greetings are over. I should go get this checked out." Gamzee laughed, coughing, and then blood trickling down the side of his mouth. "Good thing that I am in a hospital! Hey!" His eyes brightened looking at Calliope. "If that isn't a miracle, than I don't know what is!" he laughed before shuffling out the door, a few seconds later a high pitched scream was heard, but Caliborn locked the door after him so nobody could get in.

"Why are you in town, and what do you want." Calliope sat straight up, trying to be as well aware as she could through her untimely drowsiness. Caliborn fiddled his knife dangerously close to the wires around Calliopes bed.

"Can't I just see me little sis? I just came back to town after such a long time; don't you even want to catch up?" Calliope continued to glare him down but he continued to grin the same stupid grin with his stupid golden tooth. "Did I forget to mention that I am a lord now?"

"A lord…!" It didn't occur even occur to her that Caliborn was probably a lord, and now that she thinks about it, he just got back to town… "Caliborn," she tried to piece everything together in her mind. "You wouldn't happen to be this Lord English I keep hearing about?"

"Now let's not jump to name calling now." He leaned his face right down into Calliopes; his breathe nauseating and made her head fog. "I hear that you have been feeling pretty sleepy recently and I was thinking of ways to help you out, good thing I happen to have some anesthesia on me." He smirked pulling out a plastic bag with similar features of her I.v. bags. "I should be careful, I hear too much of this could kill. It dawned on her that he was going to kill her. On instinct she quickly pulled the needle out of her veins and leaped out of her bed, her legs shaking violently from the sudden weight. She tried to get to the door but Caliborn blocked it, easily grabbing lightweight Calliope and violently slamming her back on her bed.

"You see sis, I can't run around being an all mighty lord when I have a muse such as yourself ruining my plans." Caliborn let go of her to hook up the anesthesia to her I.V. needle. Calliope was already way too tired to get up, let alone fight back when Caliborn lifted her wrist and violently jabbed the needle back into her vein. Calliope yelped in agony and cried out for help but Caliborn quickly clapped his hand over her mouth. "Keep quiet bitch or I'll end this in a quicker fashion." He flashed his knife but it didn't frighten her; she bit down hard on his finger. He cursed out loud and slashed at her arm. She cried in agony, chocking on the blood leaking from Caliborns finger.

"You see your friends already know about me." He began to explain. "At first I was going to run but apparently a group consisting of a member from 8 of the classes banded together. Wouldn't it be a shame if the rest of the classes knew about them meeting up behind their backs?" Her eyes widened, figuring out how he was going to start a war. Some of the classes already didn't get along, but if they found out that members were meeting behind their backs everybody would turn on each other. She had to warn someone, but whom? She didn't even know about this until know, she couldn't even think. Her vision began to blacken.

"Knowing you, you would probably run off to that pot head or your little blonde bimbo friend for help, and it's a little hard starting a war when everybody already knows what's coming. Besides I've always wanted to be an only child." His laughed was maniacal but muffled. Calliope had already lost the feeling in her arms and couldn't even react to what he was saying, what was he saying? Caliborn noticed Calliopes eyes beginning to close, so he leaned in.

"Oh, and to answer your question, yes I am…"Calliopes vision blackened along with everything else. Caliborn watched her body go limp and he tched with boredom. He quickly cleaned up as best as he could before unlocking the hospital door and sliding on out. He had hell to raise, and he didn't have time for the police to be after him.

To be honest I am really not sure how much of this is medically correct (if any) so please to think too badly of this. Thank you for reading and the next perspective is going to be around Roxy! Thanks once again!