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Some people came to visit me later on. 

Merin, Natasha, Clyde, Robert, Mike, Rose, Leilis, Ariel, that Asian transfer student whose name I already forgot, the headmaster, and last but not least Johnathan.

They all wished me good health and Ariel even gave me a peach: it was pretty good.

But Johnathan had a very insightful thing to say which made me wonder about various things. \'Why do you think you\'re the only one here when countless others also get injured often?\'

It was getting close to the evening and yet, the thoughts didn\'t actually leave my brain. 

I actually wondered why this place only had four beds and how it was always empty. And strangely, I was the only one who got treated here. 

Most of my time in this academy was spent here, in the nurse\'s office, and yet, I hardly saw anyone here besides me. 

Turns out, the nurse did have healing powers but unfortunately, she didn\'t feel the need to use it on me since it takes at least ten times more of her stamina to heal me. I didn\'t buy it. It seemed like she had something against me rather than the issue being stamina.

She\'d healed Marg rather well and apparently, it was her who\'d healed me enough back then when I\'d fainted and almost got a seizure herself for just barely making me a bit better. That\'s why she didn\'t try using her healing powers on me after that very first incident on the first day. 

I still didn\'t buy it though. 

That was also why all the injured kids always get healed right away and I was the only one who always stuck around. 

\'So that\'s why that transfer student looked so malnourished when he healed me?\'

Just the thoughts were enough to make me sigh. What the hell was wrong with my body to have such effects on people trying to heal me?

"By the way?" Marg started.

We were kind of alone. Just the three of us. The third being the nurse who was currently busy finishing up her work since it was getting late. 

Mom and Elsa went back home just half an hour ago. Marg was kind of okay now, so she took them back. 

Actually, Marg\'s face healed pretty much too. Though she did have a bit of a purple bruise which according to the nurse, would leave a small pea-sized bruise. 

I guess that punch was a lot stronger than I thought.

"Yeah?"

"Do you want kids?"

What sort of question was that? And why was she asking me that now? Besides, there was only one answer. "Nope, not really. I\'d rather not have a piece of work like myself."

Marg giggled silently but the sudden outbursts weren\'t so quiet. "But aren\'t children supposed to be an external display of affection?"

"Not in my universe," I mumbled. Babies were devils. I myself was one and my little sister was the living proof. 

The nurse was still here and judging from that smirk she could hear us just fine. "It\'d be best if you didn\'t have children before twenty. Trust me, you\'ll thank me later." Her grin turned a bit more sublime and she stood up. "It\'s only evening but-" She started packing. "I think I\'ve worked hard enough." She dropped something on the floor. "OOPS, oh well." With another smirk, she slowly started to close the door. "I will be locking the door tonight too, so do be careful now." And she left.

That was fast.

It was actually just past evening and the nurse did leave some food on the table before leaving. 

The thing she left on the floor? Protection. 

The tension in the air rose up exponentially. Did I just get a green signal?

Too bad I couldn\'t move though. 

Sigh.

Well, technically I could move, but it was too painful on my part. I guess I could forget about the pain while I was lying on my side but- yeah, probably not the best idea. 

So with another sigh and just waited patiently and looked at the ceiling. "I\'ve seen mom struggle with me and Elsa. If something happens to me- not that I\'m hoping it does, it\'ll be like hell for you with a kid. And just between the two of us, I kind of hate kids. Not because they bother me or anything but I was a very, very naughty kid. Sometimes I\'d purposefully knock on my parent\'s door even at the early age of three. I\'m too embarrassed to even think about it, but-" I paused, took a deep breath. "Just imagine how embarrassing it must have been for my parents." Back when they were still together. 

Marg chuckled. "Sounds like fun times. I\'ve never lived with my parents. My father was our owner and my mother was the housemaid. I was very conscious even at the age of four and from then on I lived with my siblings far away from mother. "

I guess it was insensitive of me. I should have considered her position: her feelings as well. 

"I see." I smiled. "Well, don\'t worry but- I\'ll be here. I\'ll always be there for you." I was making very bold claims and I knew it probably wasn\'t possible to fulfill them. But heck, I didn\'t care, I was too drunk anyway. "Oh, and when should we go and pick up your mother? Come to think of it, where will she live?"

I guess she could live with mom? They were technically friends. After all, if she stayed with us, it\'d be very hard to-

"I actually talked to her, and she says she\'ll stay behind." Marg didn\'t look at me. She didn\'t smile or show any attention in particular. "She will remain a maid."

"You\'re serious?"

"Yes. But for the first time, there was joy in her voice. She\'s happy for me. And I have the feeling she won\'t be harmed." She looked at me, smiled faintly. "Because of you. Thank you."

"You\'re welcome."

And yet something didn\'t feel right about that smile. Was she trying too hard?

She was. After all, we didn\'t know if her mother really won\'t be harmed or not. 

"Now." She sat down. Her face was mostly healed and she didn\'t have many injuries, meaning she was free to leave. "Shall we have dinner?"

I didn\'t see why not. She\'d probably leave after this, so I had to make sure we took some extra long time to finish.

I sat down with a groan. These wounds hurt a lot more than necessary. I had a feeling if I didn\'t get the shot this morning, I might or might not have been dead right now. 

We had two bowls of food- more like soup- and when I shoved my hand forward, I got nothing. 

The reason being? 

Marg had both bowls on her hand and a smile. She lifted up the food with a spoon, mostly just veg soup and held it at my mouth. "Eat up."

I hated veg, but no matter how I looked, this was more than just tempting. 

I didn\'t know why but my face felt rather hot. When mom fed me this afternoon I felt a bit embarrassed but that was all but now- now I felt more than just bashful. And boy was this atmosphere hot! 

Marg was wearing a shirt and when she bent over like that to feed me, I could see a lot more than just those luxury-

Hot indeed. 

I took a bite.

Was it me, or did even veg taste great?

Ah, this was heavenly. 

"It\'s not fair you know-" Marg\'s voice was more than sultry. "Does it hurt to move your hand? I was hoping you\'d feed me too." I had no idea how the hell she could say that with a straight face, but I was glad she did. 

Sultry was in the air!

I picked up a spoon and held it near her lips. And yes, it did hurt, my hand also shivered a little. It was more from nervousness than actual pain though. 

She ate it, her lips sank in the spoon, and she licked her lips. 

Well, the pain was worth it. 

I didn\'t have to feed her after that. We ate our portion ourselves. I would have liked if she fed me, though I guess we had plenty of time for that after this.

Regretfully, the rest of the dinner wasn\'t that hot. 

And after eating Marg bade me bye.

Though I was disappointed, I had to see her off with a smile. 

Sigh. 

\'I guess I shouldn\'t be too needy.\' 

I really wanted to though. 

***

It wasn\'t eight yet, but I felt sleepy. And since I was alone, I just tried to sleep. 

And then I felt the need, the need for peed!

And I almost leaked a few drops too. Almost that is. Almost, okay?

As if the pain wasn\'t enough, now I had to run to the bathroom. For once, I was really glad this room had one attached. 

If it didn\'t, I\'d have had to run across the hall. 

Oh wait, the door was locked. 

Yeah.

It was heaven when I finally started, but near the end, I felt like my whole lower body was going sore and it kind of felt weird too. Probably not the best feeling. I shouldn\'t have held it in this long. 

Once finished, I came back and dived into the bed, only to realize a second later, that I was pretty much screwed on both sides of my chest. I shouldn\'t have done that. 

Sigh. 

I again lied on my side and closed my eyes. 

\'Why the hell didn\'t I turn off the light?\'

Oh well. 

I kept my eyes closed and it took a lot more than just persistence to fall asleep through all this pain. 

I did fell asleep somewhere after eleven though. 

***

Rustling!

Hmm?

I felt groggy as my eyes opened a little. There was darkness and I couldn\'t see. 

\'Wasn\'t the lights on?\'

My groggy mind immediately woke up. There probably was an intruder here. And just when I was about to get up, someone climbed up my bed and hugged me from the front. 

"Sleeping with lights on is bad you know." Her voice was quiet. She only had underwear on and an almost see-through nightgown and needless to say, it was Marg: I wish there were at least just a little bit more light. "Sorry," She whispered. "Must hurt a lot. I\'m really sorry." Her voice was shaky and her eyes shimmered. But she didn\'t cry. 

"Well, I punched you, so we\'re even." I tried to smile but even the hug was literally draining all my stamina. 

I actually didn\'t hold anything against her. She did what she needed to and so did I. Everything was behind us and I wanted to have a new beginning. 

She noticed and tried to move, but I grabbed her and hugged her instead. "Don\'t go."

We probably weren\'t going to do it, but- I wanted her to stay by my side at least.

Yeah, I was selfish.