He pushed himself awake and saw her napping and sighed,<em>"don't worry about me..."</em><br/><br/>He sat down on the bed next to her, carefully, and looked at her. She really was a beautiful girl, 'too bad about the personality', a part of him thought, which he quickly pushed back as the next thought in line included her face and the pillow.<br/><br/>He remembered Cassandra, and for a moment, he was lost in thought, brushing the girl's hair back and making sure the blanket was wrapped around her. His back still hurt like a mother...<br/><br/>He stood up and moved to the bags to grab some bandages. He took off his shirt and tossed it aside with the wig he had put on. As he fumbled for the bag, he realized that he hadn't really been passed out all that long. His body still hadn't really started fixing itself yet, and with a painful yelp, he tumbled into the wall. Of course, for him, tumbling into the wall was a bit literal. So instead of hitting the wall, he hit the sink in the bathroom on the other side, since he wasn't able to sustain his phasing that much.<br/><br/>"SONOFA..." He quickly silenced himself, but considering he had yelled twice and rolled through a wall into a sink, he was probably not very quiet.