So, that ending was pretty blunt and I apologize for that. Hehe. I guess I was just done? But anyway me someone wanted a sequel for their recovery, so I thought; why not stick it on the end here so there's some closure?

In other words, this is the beginning of another something.

oOoOo

Feliciano sighed, sitting up in his bed. It was dark in the room, and awfully cold. His curtains blew open emptily, and the stiffness of the whole room was evident. Sleep would not come to him tonight. He gingerly touched his face, feeling the scar there had grown tender in the night. He let out a hiss.

He hadn't looked in a mirror as of late, but it was clear his face wasn't getting much better. It had been infected when Romano had found him and Antonio. He couldn't walk well either, because of his knee. That too was scarred. He hadn't often been scarred by a human, but they had been so ruthless, and he had hurt so badly, it was as if his body refused to let him heal completely. Not only that, but his wrists and ankles had been hurt badly during that week. He could hardly hold anything without his arms shaking and threatening to give out.

There was a lot he needed to get over. He couldn't be in the dark for long unless he was asleep, or with someone he could trust with his life. He could only eat very little because he had hardly been fed -if at all- in that place. If he ate too much he grew sick. He needed to walk with assistance, and he couldn't walk very far on his own without his knee and ankle going slack.

He spent most of his time in the living room, nervously staring out the windows. Ludwig tried to get him to do things. Lift a book, walk up and down the stairs. He could hardly do that, it just hurt so much.

He couldn't really go outside without being asked what had happened to his face.

Feliciano shakily stood, leaning against his wall. He stumbled to his bathroom, switching on the light. It was bright, and burned his eyes, but it was a ritual he had grown used to. He stared at the tiled floor for a moment, before glancing up at the mirror.

His wild copper bangs hung in his face for a moment, but he brushed them back. The skin behind it looked like the feathers of a molting bird, brown and red and pink. Disgusting. His eyes were fine, and he could see wonderfully out of both of them, and the one on the side that had been hurt wasn't swollen or red at all. But the wound travelled down his face and to the side of his neck, leaving his ear a broken mess. He could hear out of it though, so it was good enough.

Blinking, he felt a frown creep onto his face.

It hurt, but not as bad as before. He could feel the dull sting, but otherwise it was fine.

He looked horrible. He glanced down at his knee, seeing the charred and mangled mess it had become. It made him grimace to look at it.

Feliciano blinked once more, before making his way from his room. He stumbled, catching himself on the wall. What did he have to be so useless like this? It wasn't good for anyone, much less himself. He hissed, grimacing as he began to make his way down the stairs, leaning on the sturdy railing. Ludwig as asleep on the couch. He promised Feliciano's older brother Romano that he would stay and keep an eye on him. It was the least he could do after what had happened, and it wasn't like Feliciano wanted to be alone anymore.

Being alone made his stomach sink, his mind wondering back to when he had been in that place. Nightmares would riddle his sleep, and sometimes he would wake sobbing. Ludwig would always come up to see what was wrong, it it would scare Feliciano half to death, causing his heart to race. That was, until he realized who it was. Then he would cling onto the other as if for dear life.

He made it to the bottom of the stairs, before stumbling haphazardly to the couch. To be honest, he felt like a zombie. Feliciano stood at the head of the couch, leaning on the armrest. He stared down at Ludwig for a moment.

"Luddy." He whispered. He didn't really want to wake Ludwig up, but then again, it was too quiet in the house. "Luddy... I-a can't sleep."

An annoyed grunt echoed from the couch, and a few seconds later Feliciano could spot a pair of large blue eyes looking tiredly up at him.

"I-a can't sleep..."

"Come on zhen." Ludwig sleepily sat up, patting the couch beside him.

Feliciano clambered around, seating himself on the old couch, leaning against Ludwig as the other reached forward to switch on the television. As the light switched on, dousing the room in an ever changing light, Feliciano didn't feel quite so afraid anymore.

In fact, he felt the exact opposite.