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It wasn’t the strange dreams or the cat man and the senshi, along with demy and the other negaverser he thought of first when he woke. Instead Azzo’s first thought when he woke up; not noticing his parents or his gram there; was, “Hey where are my cinnamon rolls!?” He paused a second looking around, catching faces and stared almost wide-eyed at them… And then at where he was, uhoh… came that voice in his head. He knew this place too well. Somewhere he didn’t want to see again.

His lithe body was already thin to start with. The months might not have taken the best of tolls on him but his stomach rumbled. His face turned red and he started chuckling nervously. He wanted to edge his a** off the bed, but he knew better. Stupid smocks, stupid hospital. Why was he even here? How long had he been asleep?

“Can we go get something to eat?” He asked quickly. “Like get me out of here and go for some real food. Not this… whatever it is they have here.” Azzo didn’t like hospital food; it was disgusting and not normal.

About a week later or so, Azzo was back on a normal routine. Running here, there and everywhere trying to keep busy. He didn’t want to hear about how his parents wondered if they should move back or if there was something else stupid they should do. Like move out of the city.

There was no way Azzo was leaving; at least he wasn’t leaving when he was still alive, not yet. He started looking for a job in case they managed to convince Grams. He’d be alone but oh well, he’d counter with that it was their fault, they’d pushed him into it. He still had to finish school, even though he was sick of it.

There were people he knew that needed him. Not to mention he wanted to find out what was going on in the city. It was almost like hell on earth. He wanted to know about the negaverse, he wanted to learn about the senshi and what rolls both sides played. Both seeing their side as right, Azzo was almost curious as to which was which. However, the problem being, the Negaverse seemed to have a habit of stealing starseeds.

That was not a good thing, Azzo himself knew this, and ever since the coma he’d been taking extra precautions not to get caught. A coma like he went through was bad enough, but to have your soul ripped out and to die with no chance, that was possibly even worse. The problem was, he needed to find out information.

He was also poking about those dreams he had while in Coma. They were pretty vivid, especially the cat-man. It made him wonder, if there was such a thing as senshi, negas, aliens, monsters, and magic… was it possible? The looming question haunted him, because it was weird. He also wanted to know if Schee was alright.

Perhaps even, if was in that same sleeping state and had that same weird dream. It was after all weird, bone trees eating people or things, killing that poor rabbit. There were a number of things that actually crossed his mind when he actually set to think about it. The problem was, what was real and what wasn’t really real.

Azzo’s parents had left, fairly without too much fighting on taking Azzo and his Grams back. Grams had declined the offer of a safe haven where both, plus Merlin, would “never get hurt”. It didn’t interest Azzo and Grams, they lived in the states too long, and Grams still argued that learning a new culture would be insane for her. She was almost 70 something years old and they wanted her to gallivant around the world. Grams thought it was crazy, and really Azzo couldn’t help but agree.

So once again, he got out of moving, but how much more abuse can one boy take?