Seige scratched his head and told Malia "I'm sort of scared of you." as he watched Sade walk over to the counter.

When he noticed Sade talking to a doctor, he turned all his attention to them. Once the doctor asked who else, he sighed, glad that they might get some answers, and flicked his hand in a small wave. “Me.” Seige stood and strode across the room, stopping in front of the doctor, waiting for him to lead them away.

The doctor looked Seige up and down with wide eyes and asked, “Do you need to go to the ER, too?”

"No, no," Sade insisted, "He's fine. Office. Now."

“Sure,” the doctor shrugged, leading them down a hall and into a rather large, clean office with lots of impressive doctor things. “Have a seat,” he suggested, indicating the two chairs in the room. “Two of you, that is.”

Malia and Mark took the seats while Sade resisted the urge to pace some more.

“All of Gineja’s vitals are wonderful; she is a little dehydrated at most,” the doctor began after a heavy sigh. “The only explanation we can come up with is a coma. We’re running tests right now, but in truth… we really don’t know what’s wrong.”

OOC: WTF? How do doctors talk about this crap anyways?

“So you brought us in here, hopeful that we might learn something useful, and you tell us practically nothing? Is that right?” Seige growled at the doctor, rolling his body upward to stand full height. Forgetting about his ribs, he took a deep breath that resulted in a wince, a loud grinding crunch noise as they shifted, a small “argh!” of pain, and a hiss as he grabbed his side.

“Why bring us in here in the first place?” He snapped, holding the tape to his side with his good hand, and gesturing in the air angrily with his bad one.

The doctor wasn't as intimidated by Seige as he should be. Too many angry people had been in his office before. He only sighed. "Look, I called you in because I needed to know if you know what she did in the past 24 hours or so. Has she complained of pains? Has she eaten anything weird? Follow?"

Sade looked at Malia and Mark, hoping they knew something, but both of them shrugged. "She seemed fine," Mark finally spoke.

"She be doin' as she normally do," Malia said. "She be lookin' for a new job is da only difference."

“Wait, she would have been doing as she normally did, but she couldn’t because I showed up. And she did talk to my mom, and Veleige, she had a very bad talent back when she still lived in my village. It might be a coincidence, but I know we don’t exactly bring unicorns and rainbows to people when we come in contact with them. Are you understanding any of this?” He asked Sade, Mark, and Malia, standing up from his crouch, rubbing his cast as he thought.

Malia, Mark, and Sade looked between each other and then at Seige. "Not really?" Mark answered for all three.

The doctor just looked confused and tapped the desk with two fingers. "I'm with them," he said after a moment of silence.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would but I guess I’ll explain to the three of you later, in private.” He said sullenly, pointing to Gin’s friends.

“Just go on like I didn’t say anything. Let me know when you find something out.” He told Sade as he stepped out of the room, realizing he had an unfair advantage over everyone else as far as getting to see Gin.

Finding the nearest men’s bathroom he entered it, went into a stall, locked it, and took his pants off. He slowly shifted to a small spider and crawled, fast as a wink, up the wall and onto the ceiling. He crawled across the ceiling, to the door, slipping between the door and the ceiling.

He searched all over the hospital, in and out of hundreds of rooms before he finally found Gin’s room. Staying on the ceiling he watched her lay there, eventually going into a subconscious state, where he knew what was going on, but he was resting like he was asleep.

Malia and Mark slept against each other in the waiting room, both breathing softly and looking peaceful. Sade paced in front of them, glaring at anyone who stared. They had been there most of the day, and it unnerved him that the doctors still had no idea what was wrong with Gin. He had even forgotten about his coffee shop for the time being. All he cared about was his friend, one of the only ones he had.



Doctors had been rolling Gin in and out of the room all day to do various tests on her. Blood tests, x-rays, CAT scans, and everything they could think of. They had a heart monitor and an IV stuck to her just to be sure her vitals remained good, and they did until about 10 PM when her heart rate suddenly shot up. It lasted only for a few minutes, and it never reached a dangerous point. The doctors scribbled down a note and left her alone.

At 10:15, Gineja's jaw dropped and a scream rose from her throat as her eyes flew open, wide and full of fear. Her back arched, and her fingers curled in on her palms. The scream had nurses running into the room. The immediately tried to calm her, holding her down as she ripped at the IV and various cords, crying out the entire time.

Instantly alert, Seige dropped from the ceiling, changing mid air, growing so fast he didn’t even land. He changed to human because it was easier to realign the path of the bones that hadn’t made it to their proper place, when he shifted back to spider.

He ignored all the nurses and the few bones if his that weren’t quite in place, only trying to figure out why Gin seemed to be so afraid and in so much pain. “What’s wrong?! Gin!” Seige grabbed her by the back of the head and, standing where his face was directly above hers, he urged her to communicate what was happening with her. “Gin! Tell me what’s wrong! Please!”

The nurses scrambled away from the giant, nude man. “Get security,” one of them ordered and the other two rushed from the room, leaving her to deal with the screaming patient and beat up man alone. She backed towards the door, unsure of what to do.

At first, Gin clawed at Seige’s arms. He was lucky her nails were chewed down to harmless stubs. When his words finally sank in, she stopped and clung tightly to his arm instead. Tears slid across her cheeks as she choked over her words. “They’re… a—after m—me,” she cried. “Th—they’re pulling m—me back.” She sobbed, gripping him as if the world might fall away otherwise.

“Who? Who is it?” Seige asked gently, trying to follow a thread of something that shouldn’t be there but not getting very far. He put his hand on one of hers, noting in the very back of his mind that the cast was no longer there. “I need to know who. I might know someone who can help. I might even be able to help right now.” He told her, looking over his shoulder for the security that was bound to be on it’s way.

Every muscle in her body tensed for a moment and beads of sweat formed on her brow. She clenched her teeth, holding back another cry of pain. Then, once it passed, she said, “Shadows-sayers. They… they want M-Mark. I don’t kn-now why, Seige.” She swallowed hard, as if it took effort.

Then, the sudden awareness of not being able to breathe properly hit her like a boulder, and she started gasping for air. Her legs scraped at the bed as if she was trying to back away from something. “I need air,” she wheezed. “I need air.”

At that precise moment, security and nurses burst into the room. “Step away from the woman sir,” one of the officers said as a nurse rushed towards the hospital bed to give Gin oxygen. Almost as soon as the nurse forced the mask over her mouth, she fell unconscious.

Seige backed away, staring at Gin, only because he knew there wasn’t anything he could do to get her air. Feeling something touch his shoulder he change back to a spider and went to the bathroom he had left his clothes in. After getting everything back to where it was before, cast included, he went to ask Mark what was going on.

The nurse removed the oxygen mask after some confusion when Gin's vitals suddenly became stable again. "What the..." She looked at the monitors and at the woman, trying to figure out what just happened.

The guards looked around the room with wide eyes. "What the hell just happened?" The one that had been closest to Seige asked. "He... he... did you guys see that?" They nodded, flabbergasted.



Sade shook Mark awake. "Hey man, Seige needs to talk to you," he said in a low voice, jutting his thumb to point at the Cinsaid. "Now. It's about Gin, I think."

He stretched and nodded. "Sure," he said, confused before standing and walking over to Seige. "Should we do this in private?" He nearly whispered.

“It’s up to you whether choose to tell me why there are people who want to get to you in private. It’s up to you whether you want to tell me why they decided to use Gin in private.Please, after you.” He snapped at Mark, making a sweeping motion with his arms. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, waiting for a reaction.

Mark tilted his head, unsure of how to respond. He didn’t understand. Who wanted to get to him? Although, using Gin would definitely be a good move. He cared about her immensely. “Come with me,” he said at last, motioning for him to follow with the slight flick of his wrist. “Let’s step outside.”

He led Seige to a table outside and sat down, brow riddled with uncertainty and concern. “Tell me what happened,” he demanded almost as soon as his rear end touched the metal of the chair.

“I was in her room when she woke up and started screaming, I asked her what was wrong and she told me someone or thing was holding her back, that they were after her. I asked her who, she told me, shadow-sayers, they were after you, and she didn’t know why.” Seige, looking Mark in the eye, finished with “Care to explain?”

"Shadowsayers?" He repeated, shocked to hear it. "I don't understand..." With a great sigh, he pushed himself away from the table and stood back up. "I know who they are, but I don't know why they're bothering her," he began to explain and then stopped. "I'm not sure I should discuss this with you. My pack hate me enough as it is.”

He scratched behind his ear thoughtfully. “You see, Shadowsayers are like mystics in my pack, and they’re hallowed and revered and all that jazz. Generally, they don’t do things like this. If my pack wanted something from me, they’d just come after me. At least, that’s what I thought…”

“Well, go make peace or something. You should have seen it. In fact never mind, you shouldn’t have seen it. I didn’t want to see it. She looked like she felt she was being torn to bits.” Seige told him.

He sat for a moment before something Mark had said poped in his head, “What do you mean they hate you enough?” He asked, eyes narrowed.

"I mean I'm not exactly what you would call an alpha male," Mark said reluctantly; he didn’t want to get into details. He stared up at the hospital as he tried to figure out how to get in. He needed to see her. Maybe he could do something if he could see her.

"How'd you get in?" He asked, turning to the Cinsaid curiously.

“I shifted into my spider form and crawled around on the ceiling, but you know since you can’t do that, I can get you in, but only if you’re good at climbing ropes.” Seige shrugged, standing up, and smiling at him, widely displaying his teeth to the world.Several people that had been staring quickly walked past Mark and him.

"I'm not so good with heights, but I'll do it," he said, wincing at the very idea of climbing up so high.

Seige nodded, “ I’ll need you to hold my clothes while I go to her room, so after about three or four minutes would you go into the bathroom I came out of and grab them and my cast? After that, stay here and watch that window.” He pointed to the room that was Gin’s, “When the rope comes out climb it or tie yourself to it or something. I’ll get you up. I know it won’t exactly be the most inconspicuous thing ever but it’ll work.” He told Mark.

He walked inside, found a bathroom, and changed again, and went to Gin’s room. Once there he crawled under the bed, and grew bigger, spun a rope for Mark.

Once that was done he changed to human form, and went to the window, sending the rope down for Mark.

Mark did as asked, holding onto the cast and clothes nervously as he awaited the rope, tilting his head back to stare up at the window. He wondered what Seige had done to make sure no one came into the room. When the rope fell, all thoughts vanished and he clumsily took hold of it, giving it a tug to let Seige know he was ready. “Please don’t fall,” he muttered to himself.

Seige had to give it all he had and then some, considering he had just been beat nearly to death three days ago and he only had one working hand. Seige would grab the rope with his good hand and bringing it low to the floor and step on it, reaching as far along the rope as he could he’d grab it again and repeat. It took longer than it should have to pull Mark up. He had to stop and rest twice, but once he finally got Mark in the room, Seige pounced on his clothes and cast , nearly ripping the pants in his haste to put them on.

After he was dressed he sat against a wall and told Mark “Sorry it took so long. You wouldn’t believe how hard that was.”