Laveen looked at Felix and could tell he was angry about the whole situation. He had to explain why he did it. Why he didnâ€™t tell Jasmine to stand up for him more. Why he told her what he did.â€œFelix...the thing with Jasmine...I know I could have told her to stand up for me more against them. Yet I was remembering what my dad said about protecting women from harm. He said that if you can keep them from getting hurt you must do so. Especially if they are important to you. Jasmine is important to me. He told me this over and over again even before I was a year old. He told me it up until the day he died. He wanted to make sure of something. Iâ€™m not sure what but it was important to him that I learned that lesson. It has stuck with me always.â€ He hoped Felix would understand that. That he was only doing as he had been taught to do.<br/><br/>He nodded his head a bit. â€œI know. It doesnâ€™t. Iâ€™ve tried to make them stop because they honestly arenâ€™t able to really do that. It isnâ€™t in their job description. So they rule the house by fear. By telling the people who work here that they will fire them and banish them from the house and land if they donâ€™t do what they want. Legally they can and canâ€™t do that. They have guardianship which gives them some control over the household until I am better.â€ He looked down a bit. Biting his lower lip. He was used to the abuse. It was just part of how it was. He leaned into Felix more. â€œThings will be better soon. Iâ€™m sure it will. I am happy you came here.â€ He said softly. â€œNothing they say or do will ever change the fact that for now and ever more this is your home. You belong here...if you want to be here that is. I wouldnâ€™t make you stay but I do hop you will.â€ He said with a soft smile.<br/><br/>He closed his eyes for a moment. â€œI wonâ€™t let them send you away Felix. You belong here. This is your home now.â€ He was helped closer and he opened his eyes. Smiling widely as he was help to sit up as well. He moved his arms as best he could to rest his hand on Felixâ€™s arm. He was trying to give him a hug back. He didnâ€™t physically have the strength to do it. It showed by the strain on his face. He managed to get his hands in a way he was somewhat hugging Felix back. The effort had him breathing heavily and shaking a bit but he wanted to show his new friend how much he appreciated him. How much this hug meant to him.<br/><br/>He closed his eyes but was smiling. He listened as Felix talked. â€œIf my dad was alive...heâ€™d use his powers to hire the most experience, most successful, most expensive lawyers. Heâ€™d hire them and use as much money as it took to put them away for a long, long time. If he had been here when they first started talking about me negatively and the first time they hit me...theyâ€™d be gone. Heâ€™d make sure they never saw freedom for a very, very long time.â€ He said softly. â€œIf I was well enough...to be in the wheelchair for longer than a few minutes. Iâ€™d get that ball rolling. So that when I was able to walk...it would already be set in motion and I could bring it into being. Send them away for a very, very long time.â€<br/><br/>He chuckled at the image of Felix dragging them out and making them stay out. He opened his eyes and looked at Felix. â€œIf that time ever comes Felix...that I can do what my father would have done...â€ he trailed off for a moment. â€œIâ€™d let you pick the jail or even one of those jail slash asylum places where they would go. Youâ€™d get to pick where they spent that long, long time.â€ His eyes closed again. He continued to hold onto Felixâ€™s arms with a weak and shaky grasp. â€œIâ€™d let you pick....where those monsters went away.â€ He faded off near the end. He wasnâ€™t sleeping but he was breathing too heavily to say much more for the moment.<br/><br/>When he caught his breath enough he managed to speak again. â€œFelix...if you find the garden...could you bring it back to life?â€ He said in a questioning way. â€œWhen I was learning to crawl and walk...for a few years there...I had a somewhat normal childhood. I was able to walk. To play. Sure I got tired much easier but I went with mother to the garden every day. When she got ill...it began dying. When it died...I began to rapidly be unable to do things. My health took an extremely dangerous turn for the worst. It was like...like my very source of strength had been ripped from me.â€ He breathed heavily a bit. â€œI want to get better...I donâ€™t want to die. I know...I know it could happen. I already feel a small amount better from the two times you visited me.â€<br/><br/>He eyes and head felt heavy. â€œI was hoping you would come visit me again. Yet I was afraid you wouldnâ€™t...because I yell. It is the only way those two listen.â€ His words a whisper now. â€œI enjoy seeing you. It brings happiness to the life the way things are now.â€ He smiled a bit but began to fall silent. â€œThank you...for being my friend Felix. It means so much to me.â€