<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #0000FF">“Almost there,” </span>Sam said, glancing over at his younger sister who dosed in the passenger seat, her white-blonde hair draped in front of her face, only disturbed by the occasional bump in the road and her steady, deep breathing. <br/>Kira incoherently mumbled a response, her eyelids too heavy to force open. Whether due to the duel with Garrison and the subsequent injuries or the dose of prescription pain killers she had taken, Kira was hardly able to stay awake as they drove from the hospital to their small suburban home. The rhythmic hum of the engine cut out when they arrived. Kira made a feeble attempt to get out of the vehicle, but Sam was already at her side of the car and gently picked her up out of the seat. He carried her inside, all the way to her bedroom, and tenderly placed her on her bed. He took off her shoes, tucked her in under the blanket and drew the blinds. Kira fell asleep before he had even left the room. <br/><br/>Her brother regularly checked on her, making sure her burns or other ailments didn’t disturb her rest. She slept soundly for hours, barely even moving a muscle, even as the sun came up the next morning and cast light over her face. <br/>When she eventually stirred some hours later, it wasn’t long before Sam popped his head in to check on her and came in when he noticed her eyes open. He propped up her pillows so that she was sitting up in bed and after soon presented a bowl of steaming porridge with fruit for her on a tray. They chatted as she ate, she was in quite a bright mood despite her injuries, no doubt helped by the long sleep. <br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Do you have the paperwork from Mr. Martins?”</span> Kira asked in between mouthfuls. <span style="color: #00BF00">“We should start filling it out.”</span><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">“Really? You sure you don’t want to recover more before making such an important decision?” </span><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Well, It’s not like I have anything else to do, and I’m feeling fine - despite nearly dying and all that…”</span> She said with a mischievous grin. <br/><span style="color: #0000FF">“Don’t remind me,”</span> Sam said, going off to fetch the forms, hiding his real concern and genuine, sickening worry with a little chuckle.</div>