With a deep sigh and winching of pain through out my body I slowly try to open my eyes. They are swollen and glazed over as it is hard to focus. My head pounds and anger fills me inside to an excitable rage, but my body does not respond. I can feel the burns that cover me and the deep slash marks from the swords that cut away at me. Ire and loathing fill my soul as to the ones that have done this to me. The images of Priggo, Nina, Drado and Emily burned into my conscious mind and fill me being with utter and complete contempt for these people.

What have I don’t to deserve this? The question echoes in my brain. All I remember really is going to the Hufflepuff House with Scottie to help Seril find some new clothes and these individuals gang up on me and ambush me and cause this suffering. Why?

My eyes start to focus. There are people around my hospital bed. I can’t quite make them out, but my heart tells me who they are. The green haze sitting next to me holding my hand and playing with the ring on my finger. I don’t have to see her to know that is my beloved Trin. The giggling and anxious blue figure that can’t stop moving and fidgeting…Mara and of course the patient yellow figures their smiles piercing my blurry haze Evie and Amber. Stephanie and Jenee holding flowers above me smiling along with another figure in green. Ah Drith. Here you are standing by me when not long ago it was I that put you in this same bed, but yet you find it in your goodness to be here with me. A sudden light of happiness fills me briefly for Nev who stands by Drith who is lucky enough to be standing with such a nice guy.

It’s hard to manage a smile. I hurt so bad. The beating I took was a good one to say the least. To be beat down repeatedly and then healed up to be beat down again several times. Every thing in my body hurt so bad. As my eyes begin to focus I see all the get well cards and the flowers. The beautiful blue roses from Stephanie and of course the over done garden of the most beautiful grown flowers ever form Evie. A broken vase with some dieing …well something with MR. Yuck stickers all over it form the Brask Brothers and an open choclate frog with it’s head bitten off and the card missing with a small card that simply reads. You get what you get, get well Joki.

(Trin) Vous serez allright hun.

(Angelique) Je ne pense pas que je ceci permets de vais.

(T) Je sais que vous êtes l'hun fâché, mais ils veulent que vous ayez fait quelque chose muet si vous avez des ennuis.

(A) *sighs* Vous avez raison. Je dois vous écouter, mais c'est dur. Je suis si fâché. J'ai fait si bon. Vous et Mara et Evie. Vous tout m'a aidé si beaucoup à ne pas être fâché.

(T) Je sais que vous êtes Angel fâché, mais être patient. Tout résoudra et tous vos amis sont ici pour vous.

(A) Ils paieront Trin.
(T) Oui ils feront, mais être patient. Nous sommes tout ici pour vous.

(A) Je vous aime Trin. Je serai bon. ... Pour le moment.


(T) Je vous aime aussi Angelique et ne s'inquiète pas s'il vous plaît. Chaque chose sera belle.

Trin leans over and give me a tight hug. I want to cringe form the pain, but I so need that. Of course Evie being Evie has to hug both of us I think I am being squished. Die from my burns or suffocation from my friends. Don’t know what is worse.

Evie then smiles and turns and uncovers big tray of cookies and ice cream, “ LET”S EAT!!!” she exclaims exuberantly.

I might be in pain and things might have changed in me in regards to some people, but as I look and see all the people around me. Some things haven’t changed.

I love you my friends.