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Snow nodded and stood up, without the nurses help. She looked over at her and then followed as she turned and walked away. Snow sat in a chair as the nurse, bandaged her up. She put one around both arms, one leg and around her forhead. Apparently there were some deep wounds in her head. She was told to keep her silver hair out of the way of the wounds as much as possible and to come back tomorrow to get a quick check up. She was given some painkillers and she left, walking towards Razzer again.
"Well... That's that... Thanks for helping us out." She said smiling.

Snow smiled softly and shook her head as she watchen Razzer disappear. She hoped that she would see him again. He seemed like the kind of person who would be a dear friend of hers. She then started walking, hoping to find Surion. She walked by amny other injured people but none of them were her injured love. When she finally came upon him, a docter was talking to a nurse. She interrupted them. "Can I see Surion now? Maybe stay with him until he awakes?" She asked softly. The doctor hesitated but then nodded. She smiled softly and walked over to Surion's bed side. She sat down in a chair and took his hand softly.

Saraneth opened her eyes in a room in the hospital. The effects of the painkiller had worn off, and she was just hanging on between pain and mild discomfort with the diluted morphine. There were bandages all over her body... she looked like the Gyrfalcon did after her startest. She grimaced. Well, she probably felt better, but her left arm was going to be crippled for quite a long time. It was heavily bandaged and pinned tightly.

Sitting up, Saraneth tore the IV out of her arm with a wince... okay, so that was a little too much force on one pull... Ow... She glanced sideways to see a note on the table by her bed. Quickly swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she fumbled to open the folded sheet with her bandaged fingers.

My name's Marcus Ivanwood, and...I'll see you around.

Saraneth was surprised... she thought for sure he was just another passing guy. All the guys on campus were hot... he was ESPECIALLY hot, even hotter than the Ravenhawk. He was the one that she just chanced to somehow meet by a stroke of ill luck turned fortunate. See her again? She couldn't quite wait. Tearing off her hospital pajamas on her way to the closet, she began to wonder how he would even find her. Would he just come and see her before she was out of this place? Not likely... she was going to leave as soon as she could. Which meant now. Finding her clothes mended and cleaned, Saraneth pulled them on quickly, ignoring her wounds. She wanted to be out.

Saraneth had long heard him come. She was surprised to hear his footsteps, but when he showed up, she showed no shock. As an assassin, details could mean her life. "Hello, Marcus... is it?" She smiled, looked at him as she zipped up her jacket. He had been lucky... or unlucky, which ever way he would take it... to catch her already dressed instead of barging in while it was still in process. Her left arm was fumbly and clumsy, completely useless for the time being.

"I'm okay, thanks for asking... I just think a little air would do me some good... and I need to keep on training so I can finish my job." She smiled, then suddenly frowned, "Did you stay here the whole time? You look ridiculously tired..." She clenched and unclenched her right hand experimentally, checking it for usage. It felt fine. Her body ached, but motivation to achieve her goal fueled her endurance against pain.

She tied the white headband snugly around her hair and picked up the two red ribbons on her table. They were thin, white things... sleek and smooth satin ribbons. Saraneth tried to tie the two, long tresses of her hair into pigtails, fumbling again.

"Yeah....you got it right..." he said quietly, fidgeting with one of the several belts that were attached to his clothing. He really had to make sure she was alright, because it would worry him to let her go still injured. 'Oh...yeah I was here the entire time, I just...needed to make sure you were okay" he said, tightening one of the belts that held his lower shirt in place while talking, the leather making a snapping noise as he made sure it was good and tight.

"I know you have things to do Sara but it might be better if you....stayed here a little longer" he said, trying not to act like he was trying to force her to stay...if she was going to leave he would not stop her, but he would still worry. He noticed her fumbling about trying to tie her hair in some form Marcus knew about, but the name slipped him...pig....pig some-thing or others......He didn;t rightfully know what to do with hair or ribbons..so he sat back quietly and watched her try to do it herself.

"Why? well....um, ah....well...because you were hurt, and I cannot simply leave someone injured laying there to die...besides, you semed like a nice person, and that;s why I stayed" he said, telling her the truth stright out....it might alos have been that she had called him cute, but that was a very minor factor. He nodded as he stood up and grabbed the can from the table, he backpack in his other hand. "Here you go....just don't go getting into any more trouble okay?" he said, smiling as he handed her backpack back to her. "If you need to find me again...I'm usually off at the training center beating up practice dummies with the schools swords...mines all rusted and dull" he said quietly, heading twords the door. "Bye" he said as he waved, walking twords the main entry of the hospital.

Snow's eyes widened and a wide smile erupted on her lips. "Surion!" She exclaimed happily. "You're awake! Oh god... don't ever do that again... You scared me to death..." She said softly. She brought his hand up to her lips and kissed it gently. Snow sighed and then looked down at Surion with a soft gaze. "You're an awfully good swordsman..." She said smiling with a soft laugh. "I'm glad you're going to be OK..." And she was.She was exstatic. She would never forgive herself if he died... She would probably blame it on herself and never love again. Surion was the only person who really understood her.

Snow looked at him confusingly. "I... I dont think I understnad." She said softly. Thoughts raced through her mind. What was it that he meant, exactly. Snow felt sorry for him... She had escaped with only a few bruises and cuts but he had been unconscience. Her thumb gently stroked the back of his hand as she waited for him to explain. She didn;t follow assassination skills... Or powers...