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Sorry for the long wait! Some crap happened, I got sick, and a bunch of annoying stuff went down. =_=; anyways, here I am now! O yippee!

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I stared at the door in frustration, cursing myself for not being able to get up enough to follow my brother. I even tried a few times to get up, but each time a pulsating headache slammed into my brain, making me reel back onto the nest of pillows and sheets.

Growling in the back of my throat an animalistic sound, I shut my eye [I couldn't tell if I had closed my wrapped up eye or not] and made one more attempt. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I wasn't even able to do this for my big brother, the one who saved me from the humans.

Knowing this, I became angry with myself as I made a final push upwards.

A sudden strength pulsed painfully through me, but the handicapping shot of pain did not come to knock me down again. I successfully hauled myself up to sit on the corner of my hospital bed and sat there for a moment to catch my breath.

Slowly I opened my eye, scanning the small space for anything that I could wear to get out of this place without being spotted. I had to squint a bit, just then realizing that I could only see so far with my one available eye. Come on… there has to be something! I thought to myself, the strange energy still burning my veins like fire.

Finally, my eyes fell upon a small stack of clean, folded clothes on one of the small side tables I had not been able to see when I was laying down. Grinning in triumph, I slowly started to ease myself from the bed.

With the energy coursing through me, it was not nearly as big of a task as I had originally thought it would be. My legs and core still hurt horribly, but I felt as though I had the strength to go on with my "mission."

Using the wall for support, I made my way to the table right next to the closed door; it was only a few yards or so, but I took my time with it.

Picking up the clothes I carefully unfolded them, looking at it in confusion. These clothes were so different from Amaimon's colorful pants, shirt, vest and cloak, yet somewhat the same.

There was an electric blue tee shirt with pale blue spots on it, barely noticeable from the surrounding fabric. A long black trench coat-like jacket was there as well, the bottom tattered and seeming to move on its own. The pants were quite dull as well, being black-and-gray plaid cargo pants.

Upon further investigation, I found a pair of sturdy black boots much like Amaimon's under the chair, only a bit shorter.

I shrugged and decided not to be picky about the clothes. My brother had more than likely gotten them for when I was well enough to move and walk around.

I delicately changed out of the uncomfortable hospital gown and into the street clothes, flinching at the range of movement it required.

When it was finally done, I was grateful beyond words that the material was loose and comfy, not restricting my movements in the least.

I sighed, ready for the final test before I could escape. A small mirror hung to the side of the hospital bed, but Amaimon hadn't wanted me to look in it for some reason. He'd even almost yelled at me when I kept on insisting that I see what he was so worried about.

I took a slow, deep breath and shuffled over, using the wall less this time and, with a final gulp, looked up into the reflective surface.