Zap struggled to remain alive over the course of the night. Even though he was no longer bleeding, his internal injuries were bad. He woke from his slumber several times, crying in pain and watching the giant human that sat in the room, reading a book. He was unsure if he could hear him while in his sprite form, so he couldn't ask for more nectar. The healing powers of flowers were known to his kind, and even though he couldn't remember much, he knew that he needed nectar to survive.

It was morning before too long. He had made it through the night, but didn't feel terribly strong. He managed to shift forms, becoming his human-like self so he could speak to the human who had fallen asleep on a chair, a book resting on his chest. "Nectar... Please..." he begged, his voice harsh and whispery. His glow had almost disappeared, his skin was tinged with blue. He could barely keep his eyes open. Zap knew he was dying. He didn't want to die just yet. No, he just had to struggle to keep breathing, he just needed some nectar.