[ Takes place after There Will Be Blood. ]

Billy couldn't quite be sure how long it had been since he'd collapsed at the hospital doors. He'd blacked out, and now was waking up to the steady beeping and hum of machines, laid back in the hospital bed.

How close had he been to death? Pretty damn close, it felt.

The fluttering of his eyelids and a groan alerted the nurse that had been checking on him. She jumped, but in her motherly voice she spoke, and it sounded like a thousand bells ringing right in his ears with the undertone of nails on a chalk board. Then again, Billy had never been fond of conversation right when he woke up. Not to mention the headache and pain to his chest... A different pain than he was used to. Heartache he'd almost grown accustomed to.

"It's good to see you're waking up, hon. I'll have the doctor come by shortly. He's got some questions to ask you." And with that, the nurse left, and Billy worshiped the silence that replaced her voice and the sharp clack of heels on the tile floor.

Of course there would be questions. For one, thy probably didn't even have his name - he hadn't had any identification on him. That and they were bound to want to know just what had happened to land him in the condition he came to them in. Billy knew he had to think of some story to give the doctor. Of course, Destiny City's hospital got it's fair share of people attacked by 'monsters' and 'terrorists' that such an excuse wouldn't be too far from reality. And it would even be somewhat truthful. Of course he wouldn't disclose the full truth, but surely the doctor wouldn't need to know everything.

And of course, doctors are always notorious for taking forever to get with a patient. Billy lay there for probably a good hour before his door opened again. Pink eyes glanced wearily in its direction. He was not impressed. Not by the tall, stocky, man in the clean, pressed, white coat with his clip board and glasses. He still wasn't impressed when the doctor pulled a chair up beside his bed after checking the machines and wordlessly checking the bandage on Billy's chest.

"Quite a mess you were in there. If you don't mind," the doctor settled in to the chair, "before we gt to that, your name."

Billy gave a long pause. It should have been a quick and easy answer, but before he replied, a thought came to mind - he didn't want Ladon coming to look for him in the hospital. And thankfully he didn't know Billy's middle name. So that is what Billy gave.
"Ca-*ughu*-Cameron Roadinger," his voice croaked.

"Alright, Cameron," the doctor jotted the name down, addressing him with the familiarity that didn't exist. Though, he supposed it was better than 'Mr.Roadinger.' The doctor continued, "I need your age, address, and any insurance information you might have."

Billy gave what he could, but he knew he was s**t out of luck when it came to insurance. He didn't look forward to this bill, either. "Now I suppose you'd like to know how I got here," the doctor only gave an expectant look. "Sailor suited terrorist bitches, that's what." Billy would do as much damage to the Senshi reputation as he possibly could while he had the chance. The doctor then pressed for details, and Billy painted an interesting picture sure to ignite the doctor's distrust of the pretty skirted warriors.

The doctor eventually went on to tell him that aside from the deep gash that would undoubtedly scar, that he had walking pneumonia, fractured clavicle and a few badly damaged ribs. And, as nonchalantly as possible, that he had died once on the table. Out of the 10% of chest injury related deaths, well...being the minority always sucked. Didn't matter who you were. How would Ladon feel, to know that he had died for him? Of course, Billy would never tell him that. He couldn't set that much guilt on Ladon's shoulders.

Eventually Billy began to ignore the doctor's rambling, zoning out as he watched the ceiling. He didn't know when the doctor finally left.He was...feeling tired. Again. So he slipped back in to silent, deep, slumber.

The last thing to pass through his mind?

Breathing ******** hurt right now.