Skylar nodded, glancing down at Ellis. “He’ll be alright.” She said

Macha blushed slightly as she cane into contact with Ace’s bare chest, but she ignored it, giving him a light squeeze. “Tell me about you tattoos.”, she invited.

Ellis nodded, his eyes glassy.

"All of them?" Ace raised an eyebrow.

"All of them?" Ace raised an eyebrow.

Macha shrugged. “We have time.”

Ace winced. If he told her about all of his tattoos, he'd have to tell her about the ones that related to that place. And he intended to never tell anyone about that.

(Goodnight)

Macha noticed this and immediately backed off. “You don’t have time.”

"You're right." Ace smiled, "The nurse is probably goin' to inject me with the sleepy drug and then I'll conk out."

(I doubt anyone's still on but Im here!)

Blake sighed peacefully, breathing in deeply with half lidded eyes. He was rubbing circles on the palm of Frankie's hand. She was gently combing her hands through his messy hair. Blood encrusted a few strands of it. He hummed peacefully. A soft song with no words. A melody he only vaguely remembered. A repressed memory only awakened when Blake, himself, was asleep. For the first time in weeks he felt totally relaxed, staring into her deep grass green eyes. Even the dull aching of his wings wasn't bothering him at the moment. In the raging sea of his life, the waves had quelled, even if only for a few perfect moments of bliss.

"You're right." Ace smiled, "The nurse is probably goin' to inject me with the sleepy drug and then I'll conk out."

Macha laughed softly. “It’s seems crazy that we all met four days ago, doesn’t it?”

Sky smiled at Ellis. “When are they going to be down here?” She asked the nurse, going to stand by Peter.

"Three to four minutes," the nurse answered.

Ellis drew into himself for comfort, folding his wings close against himself.

Skylar nodded, watching Peter. “You better get better. For Ellis. And all of us.” She whispered.

(I doubt anyone's still on but Im here!)

Blake sighed peacefully, breathing in deeply with half lidded eyes. He was rubbing circles on the palm of Frankie's hand. She was gently combing her hands through his messy hair. Blood encrusted a few strands of it. He hummed peacefully. A soft song with no words. A melody he only vaguely remembered. A repressed memory only awakened when Blake, himself, was asleep. For the first time in weeks he felt totally relaxed, staring into her deep grass green eyes. Even the dull aching of his wings wasn't bothering him at the moment. In the raging sea of his life, the waves had quelled, even if only for a few perfect moments of bliss.

Frankie was tired. But she didn't want to lose Blake if she fell asleep. She kept her eyes locked on his peaceful breathes, praying this wasn't the last time she would see him. She had no one else to fall back on and worried the other's would blame her for his death. She shook her head. "He's not dead. He's not going to die." she thought to herself, trying to stop the tears and enjoy this moment.

The nurse nodded in a small motion, her lips pursed in an attempt to offer consolation. Peter looked like his skin was made of ceramic clay— looking so stiff and pallid as he was.

(#Kizbeth)

Skylar sighed watching Peter.

Ellis grabbed Skylar's hand again for comfort. "I had another brother once," he mumbled. "We don't talk about him."

Skylar squeezed Ellis hand. “Do you want to talk about him?” She asked.

"Yes." He murmured.