Tyler sighs a bit, as the long drive finally comes to an end. He pulls into one of many available parking places, and smiles to himself. He inspects the large 3 story building and nods to himself, thinking,
"So this is where I am going to change some lives."

He inspects the enterance of the building: The doors are about 10 feet high, made of glass. There are plenty of windows around, and within it he can see a well lit lobby. He turns the keys of his Black Jeep Wrangler and pulls them out of the ignition, and slides them into his jeans pocket. He opens the door slowly, takes a step out, closes the door, and heads to the front door of the building.

Coraline had been sitting in the car, her friend Eli driving it to make sure she actually went. She was silent the entire way, the fight she had gotten in with Clark the night before had left her with a black eye and a busted lip. Eli had tried to start a conversation, but all of his attempts had failed, she seemed content in her silence. Coraline stared out the window the entire time, just thinking, she couldn't understand why Eli was taking her here, or why he had called the cops on Clark. He was just teaching her a lesson, that wasn't bad, he always did that.

Once they arrived outside of BPI, she looked at Eli, "why are you doing this to me?" She asked, her voice full of hurt, feeling as if she was being betrayed by her best friend. He sighed and looked at her, "you need help, okay?" He got out of the car and grabbed her suitcase and handed it to her as she got out of the car. She had her eyes towards the ground and he looked at her, "i'll come back and get you when you're better," he said to her, "you'll be fine."

Coraline nodded and gave him a one armed hug, "bye Eli," she said quietly and headed up towards the building, noticing someone else there. She looked back quickly to see Eli drive away into the distance.

Pepita sat in the back of her parents sedan. She sat in silence for most of the trip. Her older brother, Jake was sitting beside her. Pet clinged onto his hand, Jake had been the only one who understood her now he was leaving her. Pet's small figure curved into his side. She quivered as he murmured wordless comforts. She fought the tears unsucessfully they streamed down her face.

"Please don't leave me". She whimpered. "I can't do this without you."

Don't be so stupid! He's just like the others. Plotting against you, ready to leave you at the first sign....

"No! Jakes nots going to leave me! "Pet looked up at him. He didn't seem surprised that she was talking with herself. He had accepted that the voice was a part of her. " your not going to leave me? Are you Jake?". She saw him turn his face away from her to stop Pet from seeing the guilt that crossed his figures.

"Pet..." Jake couldnt look at her. She cut him off.

Told you so...the voice sneered

" Dont! Don't say it..". She there herself off him. Pet didn't look back at Jake.

I'm right...I'm always right.

"I know" she murmured. She heard Jake coming after her.

"Pet! Come back!" Jake grabbed her arm and spun her around. She pushed her small fingers against his chest. The ring he had given to her a couple of years ago hung loosely around her Finger now. Pet knew he was trying to get her away from the family, he never really cared about her, just like 'Ana' had said.

He's just like the rest... Ana hissed.

"Your just like the rest! Get away from me". Pet let the tears stream down her face freely. She tried to pull open the heavy door into BPI. She was alone, noone In the world that she could trust. Pet pushed on the door unsuccessfully, she knew she had gotten weaker. She couldn't even open the door. Instead she sat outside waiting for someone to come and open it for her. She glared at Jake he had his arms outstretched . He turned back toward the car. He knew he had to get out now or Pet would do something to herself. He composed his features and got in the car.

Pet say down feeling exhausted. She put her head in her hands and let tears escape her eyes. She was trapped in this hell hole.

Alaska.

His parents were dumping him in Alaska.

Just... what the hell?

Nathan sighed heavily, watching as his breath froze into a cloud and barely noticing the Greyhound bus depart behind him. They couldn't have found an insane asylum in a warmer place? He supposed it didn't matter either way. No matter how you looked at it, he was still being locked up in a mental hospital because he couldn't function as a normal member of society. Wasn't that a nice little detail to have slapped in your face?

"Well, let's get you checked in." The teen had a feeling that his mother's chipper tone was mostly for his benefit. A nice gesture, but pointless all and all. They both new this was nothing to be cheerful about. He'd physically injured a kid at school with a sharp weapon, gotten expelled during his senior year of high school, been bounced from one head-shrinker to another and finally ended up here. Not exactly the best track record. Plus, he knew for a fact this place only took the worst of the worst, cases that were beyond help anywhere else. They didn't call it the Breaking Point Institution for nothing. Keeping his head down, Nathan stalked after his mother, marginally glad to at least be out of the freezing cold.

The first thing he notice upon entering was the hospital smell: disinfected with a slight chemical tinge. The second thing? A girl banging on the door, trying to get out. ....Yeah, that instilled a lot of confidence. Instinctively, Nathan moved a little closer to his mother. That was the kind of person they thought he was? He knew he was messed up one some level, but he wasn't that far gone. Hell, he shouldn't be here at all! As far as he was concerned, he'd been acting in self defense. Trevor'd had it coming to him for years. If the teacher's hadn't held him back, he'd have added a few more scars to Mr. Popularity's perfect little face. Maybe sliced off an ear or part of his nose for good measure. See how he liked being laughed at every day for the rest of his--

"Nathan?" The teen jumped slightly as he was jarred out of his thoughts, eyes shooting up to meet his mom's face. She smiled reassuringly, though he could easily see the stress in her eyes. "You're all checked in. Be good for the doctors, alright?" Why was she talking to him like a two-year-old. Was it because she was scared of him, afraid she'd set him off? Didn't she realize he'd only fight back if she forced him to? "I'll right to you as often as I can, I promise." Nathan didn't respond, staring blankly at his feet. He didn't like thinking that his own mother was afraid of him. He didn't even react when she pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I'll miss you, sweetheart."

And just like that, she was gone. And Nathan was alone, standing in the lobby of a madhouse with a sobbing girl and no discernible way out.

Coraline noticed two other people, who looked like they would be patients come up to the building, especially the girl. She looked at the girl, curious as to why she was crying, why cry? She couldn't understand why someone would cry for such a stupid thing. She stared for a moment before entering the building and looking at the two patients and the doctor that were already there. She rubbed her hand over the many scars on both of her arms and looked away from them. From what she could tell, none of them had scars or bruises like she did, it made her realize that maybe she would be the most worthless one here, which didn't surprise her anyone, she usually was everywhere she went.

Her black eye had started to hurt by this point and she looked at her suit case, she had a couple bottles of Gray Goose Vodka carefully placed in her bag, at this point she really wanted to pull it out and take some, but she figured that if the doctors knew she had it, she would have to give all the bottles to them, which she did not plan on doing. She pulled her suitcase closer to her legs, almost in a protective manor.

Akio was unconscious, his body being dragged by two men into the BPI, his wrists bandaged and bloody. "This is the fifth time." One said as they walked through the doors into the BPI.

Akio had been found again in his house, his wrists bleeding and a bloody knife in on the bed. When he was found he had just finished and he had actually fought against the 2 men trying to save him. Of course the blood loss was a major problem in that. It wasn't the first time he had been found trying to commit suicide.

His eyes fluttered open as the men dragged him and then propped him on a nearby chair. "Leave him here for now. He can't do anything to himself right now." They left him on the chair, his eyes looking like an empty sea. It was an empty look, one that belonged to one who had given up. unconsciously, he removed the bandages and looked at the still livid cuts. The blood had stopped but it was still livid. Kira.

Pet looked up as others came into the hospital. She wiped her eyes stood up and walked over to the reception. She cleared her throat.

"excuse me. I don't think I'm suppose to be here.". She peered over the counter to the admin lady. The lady took one look at her and shook her head. The lady gently grabbed her wrist and turned it over revealing a faded pink scar. She shook her head.

"Pepita Glass? Right? " Pet nodded. The lady ushered her away. Pet looked down. She ignored the stabbing pain of hunger, it was getting easier to ignore the hunger pains. Especially with 'Ana' there. Pet walked over to her bags that Jake had dropped off. She shivered from the cold, she was always cold. Pet shrugged on another baggy jumper. She wiped the remaining tears with her sleeve. Her baggy clothes swum on her, falling off her boney shoulders.

"I'm scared Ana ". Pet whispered aloud to the voice in her head.

Don't speak to the other people, don't let them know anything about you. They'll use it against you.

Pet glanced around the sterile room. She kept her eyes away from anything reflective, something that she might be forced to look at herself in. That's the way things were with Pet, she refused to get on a scale and when ever she looked in a mirror it only made everything worse.

Pets eyes went wide when someone was carried in unconscience. She gasped as the blood was still a vivid red. She gagged. Pet would have vomited if there was anything in her stomach. She turned her face away unable to look anymore.

A man came up to Akio with a clipboard and pen. He took one look at Akio and shook his head, writing something on the clipboard. "Fifth time this week. I'm surprised your not dead yet. Your lucky." He wrote down Akio's name on the board to check him in. He then turned and walked away.

Akio remained on the chair staring at the cuts on his wrist. After a moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out two bracelets. He placed each one over the cuts on his wrists, pain striking him, but it not showing on his face. The bracelets were metal and cold, making the cuts sting greatly.

Akio's head moved around and started to study the room he was in. He noticed the other patients but said nothing. His gaze fell on one who had turned when she had seen his wrists. He tilted his head as he saw her, but his gaze soon lifted from her and continued around the room. He closed his eyes and brought his wrists to his head. Blood! Death! Failure! Kira! Don't-! He brought the wrists back down and a single tear went down his face, but no expression was on it.

"Hmm...Alaska...."

Azzalene observed her surroundings as she drove to her new workplace. She's never visited Alaska before so it was interesting to work in such a place. She did hope for a job somewhere near her home but she knew this job was one of a kind. Good pay, lots of opportunity to gain experience, what more could she want? Well, there were lots of other things she wanted, but she tried to ignore those wants and focused on the upcoming building.

It was a large, white building in the middle of no where. It intimidated her slightly but she was far too excited to care. Slowling down, she parked in one of the reserved spots for the doctors, getting out of the car and picking up her luggage from the trunk. Turning around she took a deep breath before walking to the building, thinking about all the possibilities that might happen.

She saw a couple people walking to the building as well, they were all very interesting actually. A crying girl, fearful people, and a boy being dragged around. She just blinked, opening the doors and avoiding the blood on the floor. Well, this was going to be interesting.

She waited behind a younger girl for her to be done before stepping up to the woman behind the desk. Her eyes lingered on the girl passing by her before returning to the lady. "Azzalene Ira Aneislis, here for duty." She gave a small smile. The lady looked up and nodded. "Here are your patients. You'll also have to fill out this form, but it won't take too long." She nodded back and took her papers, surfing through them as she made her way to some chairs.

She looked through the profiles, there were four of them, though only two of them were her main. "Coraline and...Akio." She whispered, looking at the pictures. She narrowed her eyes, looking up at two other people in the lobby. They matched the pictures she held and it sort of surprised her. Maybe I should go greet them... She wondered, looking in between them. She worried mostly about the boy though, he was pretty injured.

Coraline watched as they brought the male in, bleeding on the floor, she stared at the blood, not phased by it in the least, she'd seen her share of it, so it didn't bother her. She noticed it coming from his wrists and looked at her own scars, hashed out with their own markings. It made her wonder if he was worthless too, though she still doubted any of these people were as worthless as her, she knew she was just trash, she couldn't change that. When she saw the woman that walked in grab a folder from the desk clerk, she figured she had to be one of the doctors. As soon as this thought came to mind, she pulled her suitcase extremely close to her leg.

Akio's gaze fell on a doctor that just arrived and remained there for a bit. His gaze left her soon though. He had studied the room and now tightened the bracelets on his wrists, making it so no sign of the scars were visible. The wounds opened slightly from the pressure, and a small trickle of blood went down his hands. Pain, without love.

He stood up and started to walk around the room, not really going anywhere, passing the same spot multiple times. He remained silent and small drops of blood went down his hands and onto the floor. He took no notice of the other patients but one. He stopped for a moment after seeing her, or to be more specific, her arms. They were greatly scarred. He took this in but kept walking around, slowly and without a meaning.

Tyler enters the lobby with a soft sigh. His black suit was clearly too big, but it was the only thing he had clean at the moment. Great. He thinks to himself, The first day I meet my patients and they are going to think that IM the one who needs help.

He looks at the two names on the front of the clipboard again.
He speaks with a loud, but gentle voice, "I am looking for Pepita Glass and Nathan Pryce."

He smiles gently, and both of his hands lower to his hips. The clipboard resting in his right hand.

He looks around the room quietly, waiting for a response from one of his patients.

As it the atmosphere couldn't get worse, Nathan watched silently as a few doctors carted in a boy who was bleeding from both wrist. An obvious suicide attempt. The younger teen shuddered. Oh, God, he didn't want to be here. Not with all these other psychos. He wasn't crazy like they were. Honestly!

"You must be Nathan." The boy in question flinched at the sound of a voice next to him, bolting around to face a cheerful-looking nurse. More fake smiles. Just what he needed. "Dr. Key should be seeing you shortly. He'll be working with you while you're here. In the meantime, let's get you situated in your room, shall we?" Now, Nathan wasn't the most optimistic person when it came to therapists. He'd visited five since the incident, as everyone called it, and none of them had done shit for his situation. Obviously, he wasn't so eager to believe that the sixth time was the charm. Nonetheless, he followed after her, casting one last glance at the bleeding male before they exited the lobby.

A few minutes and a handful of hallways found him standing in the doorway of your run-of-the-mill, whitewashed bedroom. No windows, one other door leading to a bathroom, and a bed in the corner. It bugged him how bland and empty the room was. Not that he had much of a chance to complain to the nurse about it, seeing as she left almost as soon as he'd set foot in the room. Sighing in resignation, he took a seat on the bed, staring blankly at the wall. Would this Dr. Key person really be able to help him? Nathan doubted it. He didn't need help. He just needed to get out of this place before he ended up like one of the other patients.

Azzalene quickly filled out her form, knowing that it was a simple questionaire. She sighed and looked up at the boy named Akio, watching him as he walked around with blood dripping onto the floor. She was getting worried about him by the minute. She looked around for nurses or assistants but saw no one, wondering why they're not doing anything about it. He's losing a lot of blood. More than a quart will need hospitalization and a blood transfusion, along with a strict but varied diet...This is definitely Occult Bleeding; depletion of all his natural resources. Symptoms are general weakness, exertional dyspnea, and hypoxemia, all caused by a low hematocrit.. She thought, reciting her textbook word by word in her head. He seems to have general weakness but...How much blood did he lose anyways? Well, either way, he'll be needing hospitalization... She nodded to herself, sighing that one of her patients was already in trouble.

She looked up, noticing a man in a dark coat walk in. He seemed normal compared to the others, and when he picked up a clipboard identical to hers, she guessed he was her partner. She stood up and walked to the desk, returning her survey before turning around, reading the names on her clipboard. "Coraline Jadia Mendez and..Akio Sanato?" She questioned, looking at both of them respectively. "If you two would step up, I will show you to your rooms." She looked at the suitcase beside Coraline, wondering why she held it so protectively close to her. She figured there was something she was attached to in there but, her posture and her gaze gave off a different meaning. Brushing off that thought for now, she held the clipboard close to her, calmly awaiting their response.

At the mention of his name Akio turned toward the doctor. He stared at her for a bit, his head slightly tilted. He said nothing but walked closer to her and stared at her. His wrists had stopped bleeding but he still felt weak from the loss. No one really bothered with him anymore unless it was a suicide attempt.

He tilted his head as he turned to see the one with the suitcase. She was holding it defensively, and he could only guess why. He looked at the scars on her arms and then at his own, still covered by the bracelets, which were now tinted red from the blood. He had nothing but what was in his pockets to take with him.

He nodded at the doctor, ready to follow her when his left leg suddenly gave out and he fell to his side. The massive amount of blood he had lost had catched up to him. The bracelets on his wrists fell off as he hit the ground. He tried to retrieve them but he could barely move. Kira....Don't.... His vision started to fade as he lost even more blood.

Pet watched as others came into the room. She sat down and curled up into a ball. She didn't want to be here. Pet knew that people were probally already talk about her, saying how skinny she is and how there are going
To make her fat. Watching as a doctor came in she eyed his suspiciously. She saw his suit that was clearly
To big , hadn't she been interested in fashion? Pet closed her eyes ducking head, behind her eyelids Jake smiled.

Ana didn't like that. She hissed In the back of her head. Pet ignored Ana for the second knowing hell would be to pay afterwards.

Jakes smile warmed washing away any fear. Pet let the memory play out. Jake stood up and he was carrying a picknock basket and a blanket. Pet grinned at him as he spoke.

" Come on were going to the beach. Your getting your very pale arse down there right now.". Jake said the words
Lightly, just teasing. He pulled Pet up by the arm and immediately stopped. Looking down at her wrist a worried look twisted his features, he looked away from Pet and towed her along. Pet murmured something about getting sun burnt but followed him anyway.

As they reached the beach Jake dropped her wrist and layer out the blanket carefully smootimg
It. She laughed, he was such a perfectionist. He laid out a lot of her favorite foods.

This was before Ana had taken over her life completely. A small tear went down her cheek she continued to watch.

Jake sat down across from her . Pet raised an eyebrow she knee what he was doing, mum and dad knee that Jake and her were close and they were using him. She folded her arms.

"aw come on Pet, can't I take you on a picnic?" Jake groaned.

Pepita unfolded her arms and sighed she had to stop
Being so suspicious. Jake bent over and picked up some licorice. He had brought so much. There was cheeses, biscuits, licorice, dark chocolate, coffee, chocolate biscuits and donuts.

". Eat up " he grinned. Pet wanted to make him happy she did, pet picked up a square of chocolate and popped in her mouth. She didn't taste it, didn't let herself enjoy it. Jakes grin spread wider. Per hated that, her not eating was causing him pain. She smiled back cautiously. Pet was more comfortable with the pains of
Hunger than she was with eating another piece of chocolate.

She looked down,
"I ate before I came". Pet was ashamed, how many times had Jake heard her use the excuse and catch her out on it. It slipped out. She watched Jakes grin desintergrate.

" Pet. Eat ". She shook her head.he stood up and came over to her.

" Pet! Look at yourself! Where have your boobs gone?! Didn't you say thT you lobed them
Because they brought all the boys to the yard? Your skin and bones. ". He grabbed her wrist and shook it gently, she wad so fragile.

Pet shook her head, this memory was turning into a night mare. She opened her eyes.

The male doctor called her name, she spoke quietly.

"that's me.". She clutched her stomach.

Pet crept closer to the wall as the boy with cut wrists came closer. Watching as a small trickle of blood ran down his wrists. He fainted. She gasped. She stood up and watched. Hunger crippled her body before she could do anything and she was back on the floor. Ana hissed angrily inside her head. Pet tried to go to the male doctor like he had instructed but failed, she groaned quietly to not draw attention. She used her suitcase to help her up.

"I'm Pepita.". She whispered.

Coraline looked at the doctor and noticed that she had noticed her suitcase, her eyes narrowed and she slowly walked towards the doctor after the male did. "I'm Coraline," she said rather plainly. She looked at the woman and then at the male, her head unturning. She watched as he dropped to the floor and she just stared at him for a silent moment, her gaze unmoving from his blood. It was as if it hypnotized her a bit.

After a moment of staring at his blood, she snapped out of it and looked at the doctor, "so i'll be able to leave in a couple days right? There's nothing wrong with me," she said giving her a smile which made her black eye ache a bit. Her smile faded, "please tell me i get to leave soon. This is all just a mistake after all, o'm perfectly fine, and i just want to go back to my normal life again, so i can just go on with my life, hmmm?" She looked back at the male on the floor.

Tyler takes a quick step forward, and smiles at Pet warmly. He had spent an hour looking at his patients' information, and remembers that she has major trust issues, so he stops a moment.

"Madam, may I help you? I can assist you by allowing you to lean on me. We are just going to go to your room, how does that sound?" He tries not to sound like he is treating her like a child, but he can't help but feel sorry for the poor woman. It is clear that she is anorexic, and is struggling with more than psychological issues.

"I promise that I will get you safely to your room, and let you get comfortable in this new environment. I can imagine that you are a bit on edge, do to the sudden change in scenery."

He extends his hand, and waits for her to decide to take it or not.

She smiled slightly as the two walked up to her, greeting them with a nod. She took in their appearances, noticing they both seemed to have a cutting problem. The black eye Coraline had made her suspicious; how did she get that? Averting her gaze, she looked at the male, she saw how pale and dead he seemed and it made her guilty for not doing anything sooner. "Are you..Alr-" She cut herself off as she saw him fall to the side, not reacting for a second. Her eyes widened in shock as she gasped, dropping her clipboard. Knowing this was something she was trained for, she quickly leaned down and held his wrist, taking in his heartbeat. "Secretary! Call in the nurses and assistants, we have an emergency! Tell them to bring in 60 mg of elemental iron, 80 mg of Vitamin C, and 2.5 micrograms of B12, right away!" She yelled to the lady behind the counter.

She turned back to the man, patting his cheek to keep him awake. "Hey, don't fall asleep. Stay awake. Do you hear me? Don't lose your consciousness. You need to stay awake." She kept talking to him, hoping he wouldn't fall under the anemia. She touched some of the blood on his wrist, noticing is was very light and watery. "Definitely anemia...Probably less than 8.0 Hb g/dL..." She muttered to herself, knowing this was serious. "Come on, I know you can stay awake, just keep holding on. What's your favorite color? Your favorite animal? How about your favorite song?" She kept talking to him as she reached into her pocket, taking out a couple napkins and wraping them around his wrists. It wasn't great but it was better than nothing, just in case he started bleeding again.

She looked up at the girl, a little strained. "Well, it all depends on how you progress. Right now, I don't see a healthy girl..." She glanced around, seeing the paramedics rushing to the lobby. "Don't worry, this place might not be as bad as it may seem. Afterall; we're here to help you." She smiled once more before returning her attention to the boy, patting his cheek and just trying to keep him awake.

Coraline watched as the woman helped the male, calling for the paramedics as they rushed in to help the male. She listened to her words as she stated that she didn't see a healthy female and her facial expression went blank. "What do you mean not healthy? I'm perfectly fine, can't you tell that?" She asked as she made a gesture to her own person and pulled her suitcase closer without even noticing she was doing so. "And how are you all planning to help a normal person? I suppose you are going to tell me that i'm wrong? That he's wrong, right?" She laughed a bit, "if you did that, that would put you at the wrong, because you don't know." She shook her head for a moment, "you don't know at all."

Her gaze fell back down to the male as the paramedics got to him and started to take care of him. "Why are they helping him?" She questioned inside her head, "if he wanted to die, shouldn't they just let him do so?"

Pet looked at the man puzzled.she took his out stretched hand placing hers gently in his.

"I'm fine". She muttered, her body told her otherwise. She ignored the growing pains and lifted her face.

Your worthless...he's treating you like a child. There going to stick you with needles the first chance they get. Try to make you fat, who will want you when your fat? Noone.... Ana screamed at her, pet tried
To shut her out.

"shut up!". She yelled aloud.

Just like Jake...Anas pessimism leaked into her every though. Pet struggled to lift her bags, she gave up quickly not wanting to waste energy. She left them and shuffled slowly following the man.

"I'm not stupid, I don't get worked up over a stupid scenery change. I'm perfectly fine."she murmured mostly to Ana. Pet wanted greatly to get away from the smell of blood. A rill of naseua passed through her. She couldn't get away from the smell. Pet wanted to rush back and check if the boy was alright. But she knew noone would do the same for her.

Suddenly a sharp pain ran through her. She clutched a hand to her stomach panting heavily. She whimpered.
"ahh.." she ripped her hand out of the doctors.
"I'm fine I'm fine!". She yelled. "I just need water". She dropped to the ground still clutching her torso.

Without missing a beat, Tyler kneels down next to her, taking her wrist and feeling her pulse.
"You're heart it raising. When is the last time you have eaten?"
He continues checking on different symptoms, such as breathing pattern, eye movement, jittering hands, etc...

He looks deep into her eyes with his pool blue eyes, with utter concern.

Pet looked up at him.  The concern in his eyes sickened her.  Ana laughed evilly in her head.  he took her wrist.

"I don't know!  I don't keep track of my eating " lie.  She wrote down everything that went into her mouth. Pet knew she hadn't eaten in 4 days and the day before she started her 'diet' she had eaten 1 apple and half a cup of lettuce.  

"I'm fine really.". She murmured trying to stand up.  Pet didn't want any needles stuck into her.  Her breathing sped.  She grasped at his shirt with surprising strength.  

"please don't stick any needles in me". She whimpered.   

He smiles warmly, not taken back by her sudden strength,
"If I was going to stick needles in you, it would have been done already. I am here to be your friend, and get you back home safe as soon as possible. You can trust me, I will NOT put needles in you if you don't want me to."

He looks at her again, his warm smile not dissipating one bit. He places a hand on her shoulder and nods, "Now can I take you to your room?"

Akio felt someone drop near him and take his wrist. He couldn't hear what it was they were saying and his vision had practically failed him with all the blood he had lost. He kept feeling someone patting his cheek, waking him a bit every time. He tried to see who it was but his vision had turned to a black blur. his head turned and he was able to make out the two braclets through his blurred vision. He tried to get his hand over to them, but his hand didn't move. "Ki...ra.."

He felt himself started to get worked on by a group of people. He couldn't tell who they were but he couldn't do anything about it. Favorite color? Favorite animal? He didn't know if he had heard that right.