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From sick to wounded people lie in beds. Nurses hustle and bustle looking for the right medicines and elixers to cure everyone.

Trace walked in, carrying Mike over his shoulder. He tossed him on a bed, then looked at one of the nurses. "He just passed out suddenly," he said, leaving out a few important details. "Get better, dude," he said, then hurried to class.

Mike awoke in the infirmary again groaning. "God riuko when is trace going to learn that im fine. Riuko don't be ridiculous you have got to stop using Trace's world. I have no Idea how you get me in and out but stop ok!" Mike jumped out of the bed and was suprized to se riuko had materialized next to him. He looked almost like mike, His body was shaped the same except for the red demonic skin. His dark purple eyes showed anger and his sharp teeth were barred menacingly. His hair was the only thing very majorly different from mike because it was black and just plain straight."Don't tell me what to do Mike! I will do whatever i want when I want to understand!" After saying this he simply returned to his rose.

Trace stumbled into the infirmary a few seconds after Mike, his wounds not nearly as serious. Just a few scratches from falling, and the laceration from the chain around his neck. The nurses quickly bandaged him up, and let him sit there as long as he liked. "That was a heck of a run, huh Mike?" he said, chuckling.

"C'mon, Mike," Trace chuckled. "Did you really think I was gonna let her do anything? We're friends, man. I'm here to help," he said, smiling.

"Huh," Trace said. "My parents died the night I was born, in a car accident on the way home from the hospital." He shrugged. "Spent a few years in a foster home, don't remember too much about it. But My foster parents..." his voice drifted off. "They didn't like the way I looked," he said, shrugging. "My teeth were too sharp, my skin was too pale, and my eyes were too... Different." He shrugged again. "I guess they figured the only thing they could 'fix' were my eyes, so... Foster dad got the left with a fork while I was sleeping, and Foster mom got the right with a steak knife she threw as I ran down the stairs, escaping. Spent all my time since then with a few kids I met up with, and we were looking for somewhere to stay. Ended up in an abandoned warehouse on the docks, just surviving, you know?" he asked, scratching his blindfold. "Then one day, we all got letters, inviting us to this school... And that night, on our way over here, we get attacked. My friends... they didn't make it," Trace said, looking down. "I'm never letting that happen, ever again." he said, his voice shaking.

Trace smiled. "I'm betting that it'll be just fine." he chuckled, then laid back on his own hospital cot. He closed his eyes, and started humming a song, from somewhere he couldn't quite remember.

Once Mike had fallen asleep, Trace called over one of the nurses. "Do you have any bone healer?" he asked, pointing to his leg. It was badly twisted out of place, and blood had started to get on his jeans. "And, I also think I might need something a little stronger for the neck," he said. It was bleeding profusely, and he suspected the chain had gotten deeper than he thought.