Sarah's POV

We arrived at the hospital. Ethan claimed that his leg was killing him real bad. It worried me a lot when he was hurt.

"Ethan, you alright, sweetie," I asked.

"Not really," he mumbled. Suddenly, Ethan stumbled towards the trash can next to the front door of the hospital. He hunched over the trash can and let out a hurl of vomit.

"Aww man," gagged Rory. "That's just disgusting!"

"Almost like that time in that motel we walked in on those old people—" I brought up.

"Oh, dear God!"

Finally, Ethan stopped. He looked at us sickly. His eyes were dead and he looked as pale as a ghost.

"Let's just get you inside, E," said Rory. "Before I start throwing up."

I sat Ethan in the waiting room after I instructed Rory to get the paperwork.

"How do you feel, E," I asked.

"Not the best, but not worst." He answered. "I'm just glad you're alright."

"Did you see Stern?"

Before he could answer, Rory returned yelling at the counter lady, "Alright, alright. Sheesh!"

He sat down next to Ethan with a clipboard in his arms. Rory said, "Okay. I wanna fill out this stuff so…state your name."

"Rory—" said Ethan.

"State your name."

"Ethan Morgan."

"Age?"

"Sixteen."

"Name of accident?"

"Something's wrong with my leg."

"Cause of accident."

"They can't know what happened about the building."

"Okay so what do you want? Car accident? Suicide attempt? Or worse I could put what happen to Benny when he built that robot arm."

"Why did Benny built a robot arm?" I asked. "And what does it have to do with the hospital?"

"The robot hand got stuck on his junk." Ethan explained. "Oh and he built it because that's all he needed."

"Oh."

"So what accident?" asked Rory.

"Just put I fell down the stairs." said Ethan.

"And through a window!"

"Rory!"

"Have you had shots for mumps?"

"Yes."

"Rabies?"

"Yes."

"Measles?"

"Yes."

"Do you have diabetes?"

"No."

"Mental illness?"

"No."

"Do you have a migraine?"

"I'm getting one."

"Are you currently pregnant?"

"Rory, no!"

"Are you sure? You've been getting thicker lately."

"Change migraine to yes, Rory."

"Why now?"

"My god, Rory," I snapped. "What does this have to do with his freakin' leg?!"

"How rude!" Rory said like a kid.

Ethan was a bit moody with Rory. Not his fault that Rory is too immature for everything we do. It took half an hour for them to get Ethan in. It turns out that he twisted his right ankle.

Later on in the hospital, Benny, Erica and Jesse returned.

"Anything about Stern?" I asked them outside of Ethan's room.

"No, we couldn't find anything," said Benny.

"I did find a free pair of earrings," smiled Erica.

"Sarah, are you sure it's just his ankle," asked Jesse.

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"He was in there building when it exploded, Sarah. Ethan could not have survived that. It's impossible."

"How impossible is it?"

"Any human next to that building could have dissolved into dust. Sarah…Ethan should've been disintegrated."

"He should've." Benny agrees with Jesse.

I gazed at them surprised. What happened to Ethan? How did he survive that? He came out of the burning building with nothing but a twisted ankle.

After the conversation with Benny and Jesse, I flew Ethan back home. I floated in the air as he opened his window.

"Alright see you," I whispered.

"You're not gonna come in," he whispered.

I stopped and floated in the air outside of his window. "Wait, what?"

"Come in…with me."

"You? Invite me in first."

"You can come in, Sarah."

I crawled into Ethan's dark room and shut the window. Ethan turned on and said, "Make yourself comfortable."

"Thanks. I got nowhere else to go, you know."

"You wanna stay here?"

"Here? Really?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"I don't know. Just…you got anything I could throw on?"

Ethan grabbed a black t-shirt and long pants from his drawers and tossed it to me.

"Don't look," I chuckled.

"I'll try not to."

I turned my back to Ethan and quickly it undressed. Ethan's clothes were a bit big on me, but I can deal withit for one night. When I turned back around, Ethan was already dressed in pajamas and laying on his bed.

"Damn," I said. "You've gotten faster."

I gently laid on the bed curled up next to Ethan. My head rested on his hard yet soft chest. His heartbeat made my throat burn a little, but I managed to ignore it.

"How did you survive that, Ethan?" I whispered.

"I have no idea," he whispered back.

"What? Ethan, Jesse explained to me that you couldn't have survive the explosion."

"Sarah, I'll admit that…something saved me."

"Something?"

"I called out for help when the ceiling collapsed on me. This fiery image came down for me."

"What did it look like?"

"A giant bird made out of fire. It was horrifying. That's all I remember."

"A bird made of fire? Ethan, where did it come from?"

"The sky. Whatever it was…i-it saved my life."

"I'm glad it did."

"Good night."

"Sweet dreams, Ethan." I planted a kiss on his forehead.

A bird of fire? I never heard anything like that. It worried me about Ethan. He must've hit his head since he threw up earlier. The bird of fire must have been a hallucination.

Another theory popped into my head. What if that bird of fire had something to do Ethan surviving the explosion?

I am unable to sleep so I just rested Ethan's head on my lap and watched him sleep. His heartbeat and scent was making my nose twitch a lot. I've never been this close to Ethan before in my leg.

A familiar glimpse caught my eye. From Ethan's wrist, I spotted the bite mark—that Jesse left on him a year ago. That bite made me the creature I am today.

That painful memory of Jesse biting Ethan was unthinkable. I broke down in tears. Seeing Ethan in pain made me in pain. Next thing I knew was biting his bite mark and sucking the venom out. His blood suddenly went into my mouth and my last chance of humanity disappeared.

Everything I gave up for him was difficult. I couldn't think of anybody who would give up anything for someone.

My eyes were burning with sadness as they began to water. My tears ran down my cheeks and drip on Ethan's head.

Unexpectedly, Ethan mumbled something in his sleep, "Fire…life incarnate."

Life incarnate? What does that mean?

"I am…child of…light…and…darkness."

Child of light and darkness? Ethan was suddenly scaring me. He never talks in his sleep. Something's happening and it's not good.