I feel like I'm floating but I know I'm not even if the last thing I remember was winding up at someone's house saying 'It's a good thing I'm dying' then passing out from extreme blood loss. Something pokes my face I want to swat it away but I can't find the energy so it keeps poking me. I hear a man's voice trying to coax me into waking up but I really don't want to. I feel warm and light and there is nothing but soft purple clouds around me. Eventually, my brain gives in despite the protest from the rest of my body. My eyes slowly open to see a very bright light blocked out by the shape of a head. The light dims and the head becomes clearer.

"Dylan?" I croak out my voice sounds like I was gargling glass then tried to rinse it out with rocks.

"Good morning gorgeous or I should say good night." The voice replies softly brushing my bangs back

"Water?"

A few seconds later the cold smooth liquid runs down my throat relieving a lot of the pain from not being able to talk for hours.

"So what happened did you pick a fight with death?" He asks playfully

"More like his little minions from the school." I say trying to sit up.

He helps me and shoves some pillows underneath my back.

"That was the worst decision you have ever made." He says

"I thought the worst decision I ever made was dating you?" I ask

"Ouch, Allie that was a low blow."

"A low blow was you cheating on my with my boss and getting me fired." I snap raising my eyebrow

"Yeah, sorry about that it all just happened I never thought she would fire you." He says like he just stepped on my toes rather than he made me lose the only source of income I ever had and making it almost impossible to get another job.

"Right you just happened to date my boss for three months then tell her I made a move on you by sneaking into your house and getting in the shower at the very time you got home. And you also just happened to get into the shower thinking it was her only to find out it was me." I say rolling my eyes while matching his sarcastic over easy tone.

"I said I was sorry."

"Well, sorry doesn't get my job back now does it?" I ask pushing myself off the bed only to hiss in pain and wrap my arms around my stomach.

He grabs me before I can fall and eases me back onto the bed. Once I'm settled again he resumes his position on a chair next to the bed.

"If you are still mad at me why did you come to my house?" He asks which is a very good question.

"I knew you were studying to be a doctor and figured you could use the practice."

He raises an eyebrow waiting for me to continue.

"And you're the only one who knows about my secret and I was around the neighborhood and I wasn't gonna die by bleeding out from a cut some snot nose brats from the academy of assholes gave me in the middle of a fight." I say running my fingers over each stitch gently.

"Why would they hurt you it's not like they knew about you right...?" The look on my face must give me away because he puts his face in his hands.

"Hey, it's not my fault! Arsen was attacking me and he's a witch so I had to turn into a witch I didn't have enough time to knock them out or erase their memories! I was going to but Maka and Soul killed him cutting my stomach is the process! It was either wipe their memories or get help. I chose to live and you can't make me feel like I did anything wrong when I never did anything wrong! Well, I mean other than enter a place who's job was to kill witches, but that's beside the point!" I yell at him to which he keeps his head in his hands until I stop. After that, he just gets up and walks to the door.

"How could you?" He asks

"Hey, it was my life at risk, not your's I didn't risk your life I risked mine. So next time instead of helping me just let me bleed out into the street." I snap before throwing the blankets off and pushing myself out fo bed hissing in pain.

I manage to make it to the door and push past Dylan making up the stairs and out the into the living room where a brown haired girl was watching tv. She jumps up when she sees me and I don't blame her. I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror and I look like a train wreck. She must know what's going on because she rushes forward trying to stop me. I try to push her away only to have my face meet the carpet getting a bad rug rash. I can't push myself up my arms are numb and someone grabs my shoulders and pulls me up.

"Ugh, I am so dizzy and weak. Why?" I groan

"Maybe because you lost a lot of blood more than anyone should ever lose ever and you haven't eaten anything for the past twenty-four hours." The girl says

"Well then feed me." I snap

She grumbles but leaves and comes back with a plate of cold spaghetti. I grab it and eat it or more accurately inhale it.

"So what do you plan to do now that your secret is out?" Dylan asks

"Well, I have to go back."

"Are you out of your mind?!" He yells at me

"Yeah, what else did you think I was?" I ask

"You have a death wish." The brown haired girl says

"That's true, but I need to do this." I say

"You need to heal first."

I roll my eyes and go back to my spaghetti. This is so not good...

A/N: So I'm close to ending the book sequel maybe?