Zeris was panting and was still a bit disoriented when he came to the realization he was in a house. He realized shortly after wards he was not dead. He should by all rights be dead....right? So how was it he only had pain in his side and wasn't dead? Things just weren't adding up inside his brain. He looked around. Spotting the rag and the thermometer. Further confusion settled in in his mind. He looked at the bottle of water. Forcing himself to sit back on the edge of the bed. Grasping at it while a grunt of pain escaped his stubborn lips. He pulled it to him and opened it. Downing its contents like a man who was drowning in the sands of a desert. He groans a bit as it tasted so good. What day was it? How was he back to life yet without pain like usually happened? Things just still weren't adding up. He sees apple pieces and takes them. Staring at the caramel sauce like it was a strange concept. "Might as well try it." he mutters to himself. Taking the sauce closer and eats it with the apple pieces. Letting out a sound of contentment. Apples and caramel sauce tasted sooooo good together. He spotted the note when the cloud of confusion started lifting from his mind. He could only figure out some of the words. Enough to know that the man had been caring for him. Why? Why had he helped a street rat? He didn't understand this. He looks around and sees the drawings and pictures. Smiling happily. He loved seeing things the kids did. He makes out the last part too. A smile of happiness crossed his expression. He had cared about the kids...that was nice. He fell back on the bed and passed out until later that day. Waking up and cries out in slight pain as he tries to sit up again. Sitting up yet breathing a bit heavily. "Hello?" he calls out. Hoping he wasn't just dreaming.