OOC: Yup. He's not evil, he's misunderstood!
IC: I wake up to familiar voices. One, of an American teenage boy with a southern drawl. Another, velvety and female. A third, a man's voice, well-spoken and professional. I barely hear the man instruct the female to leave me to rest. She reluctantly complies. I hear a scuttling sound to my left, and the American voice says something to me soothingly.
"...have you patched up in no time. You just gotta keep that bandage on. It's practically holding your face together! Hahahaha..."
I can't make out anything else. I decide to turn onto my front.
Big mistake. A horrible throbbing pain appears in my face. I scream, fully awake now.
"Quick!" Tim says, "get the kid a pillow!"
The man, who I've never seen before, goes away for five long minutes. He comes back with an ornate red pillow, golden trim. He lays it under my head, and the pain lessens.
My sleeve feels heavier than before I fell unconscious. I look at it.
My stone! It's back!
I try to summon the shadows. It works!
Painfully, I ask "what happened to me?"
The man speaks up. "Aaron Light and yourself got into quite the scuffle, which ended up with your stone being stolen and the left side of your face being shattered. We found the stone and returned it to you, and you know how your face is getting on. We know that he knows where your cell is, so we moved you to the cell of the person who we know will do you the least damage."
It all starts to fall into place. The velvety female voice. She can't have left her cell on her own terms. How could it be my cell if another person was here? I recognise that voice. Somewhere... I remember glass chambers... A large room... Tim... Oh, my god.
"Deomi."
Oh, yes.
