Flare glared at Diablo, but there was a playful glint in her eyes. "why should i lay down? I'm not weak." she said. That wasn't nessicarly true she was exahusted. Plus she hadn't eaten in like 24 hours so she had no strength to fight or stay sitting for long.

Diablo slowly turned to look at her. "I could respond two ways. The first: Not to contradict, but you look pretty weak to me. Rest. Orrr my preferred way: Of course you're not weak, but resting would do you better." He answered drily, lifting his eyebrows. "So, maybe after you go through pain when I haul you onto the bed so you can be comfortable you'll want to rest. Then I can bring food. If you stay put long enough for me to get you food, I won't tell you to rest again." He offered, kneeling down. "Sorry bout this." Diablo apologized beforehand and then lifted Flare up onto the bed in a way that wouldn't move her midsection much, but definetely still hurt. After that was done he grabbed his backpack off. "I will go get food. Remember my deal." He instructed, disappearing. Diablo jogged upstairs and put his backpack down before searching the fridge- aha, jelly, check. He then searched the cabinets. "Jackpot. Peanut butter and bread." Diablo grinned, slapping together a good old PB&J sandwhich. Before he put the top on, however, he grabbed one more thing out of his bag. A powder- crushed dock weed. It was a special plant that entered the blood system, stopping where a big cut had just happened and sticking to all the dried blood. It then numbed the pain around that area. It ALSO, as a side effect, had extremely strong sleeping *powers* and the tiniest bit swallowed would put the victim to sleep for hours. Diablo sprinkling some of the powder on before smearing some more peanut butter over it, putting the top on and dropping it on a plate. He walked back downstairs and offered it to Flare. "Eat up."

When Diablo walked in with the sandwhich Flare sighed. Normally she didn't like PB&J but she was too hungry to complain. After she finished eating she began to feel exteremly tired oh of course he drugged me go figure she thought before dropping off to sleep.

(HOW CAN SOMEONE NOT LIKE PB&J!!?? lol)

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Diablo had the feeling what he made was not high on her list of favorite foods, but it would have to do. He wasn't a chef, and he didn't know where things were. He waited for her to eat it, then sighed. "Sorry, buuut it kinda had to be done. It'll help." He mused as she was starting to fall asleep. Diablo then went over to the bed and leaned against the wall, watching out at the door and listening for any sign that anyone had found them. He didn't leave Flare's side.

Flare woke up hours later trying not to scream as pain tore through her body. Her mouth had blood in it again. She had a bad feeling that she was bleeding internally because she knew for a fact the bleeding wasn't external. She turned her head and looked at Diablo with panic in her eyes. "Help please...I--I can't... can't breath." she whispered the panic obvious in her voice. She had never felt so desperate even though she had faced death countless times she had never been this afraid. And that fact just scared her more. She knew panicking wasn't helping her but there wasn't much she could do about it. She was too terrified actually peterfied was a better word for how she felt just then.

Diablo turned an alarmed look to Flare. -NOT THIS AGAIN- He thought with a slight streak of panic, but he knew he had to stay calm. He grabbed his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder before picking up Flare and calling Rex. Diablo rushed outside and carefully put Flare in the backseat of the car she brought them in, ripping the liscence plate off and getting it. He started the car and drove away quickly, heading towards the one place he knew might save Flare's life. "Hang in there." Diablo murmured, entering a long twisted driveway. They came upon two giant gates, a voicebox on the side. "Password." It said in a robot sounding voice. "Charbroiled bacon!" Diablo quickly answered, and the gates opened. He drove down the rest of the driveway, stopping at a big mansion and and shutting off the car. Diablo scooped Flare into his arms and jogged inside, pounding on the door. "Tom!" He hollered, and the door opened to reveal a middle-aged man who had light blonde hair and glasses. The man took one glance at Flare and opened the door all the way, ushering them in. Tom locked the door behind them and showed Diablo into a cleaned white surgical room. "I'll take care of her. What happened." He asked in a calm voice. "Stab wound to the gut, gunshot around the same place. I stitched it up and got the bullet out, but nothing else." Diablo answered. Tom shooed him out and the door closed.

Jessica sat at a diner and had a big think milkshake. When things got rough she drank milkshakes and purposely gave herself a branfreeze.

Flare was dimly aware of being lain back onto a medical table. She stared at the ceiling,but her eyes weren't focused on anything. Where am i? What happened? OK that's scary i don't even remember what happened.she thout trying to breathe and calm down at least a little. Normally she didn't want to be drugged, but at that moment she just wanted the pain to go away, and at least unconsious she wouldn't have to feel the pain or think.

Tom had given Flare strong drugs and did all the things, then completed the surgery. This was now afterward where he was making sure there were no percussions... yet. While Flare was still asleep, after the surgery and after Tom said she would be okay, Diablo carried her out to a couch and set her down gently.

Flare opened her eyes and blinked. "where am i?" she asked sounding confuesed and kinda lost. Her usally bright green eyes were dull and she was exteremly groggy.