I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I was still in the center, I could smell the scent of the pinewood they used in the lobby area. There was something heavy and warm on top of me though; my mind immediately flashed to Ozzie and I got excited, sitting up to look at what was on me, but it was just a blanket. I whined when I saw that it wasn't him and laid back down.

Almost as soon as I had laid down again Ozzie came through the door and ran over to me. I sat up again and grinned, but he grabbed me in a hug instead. I purred a little bit, wrapping my arms around him; his burnt wood smell calmed me, but I hadn't even realized that my heart was pounding until I felt it slow down. 

I could sense how worried he was, and frowned a little bit. The way Ozzie hugged me was gentle, yet also firm and secure. He pulled away after a minute and looked at my face.

"How are you feeling?" He asked; I could see it now that he was worried. I didn't want to worry him.

"Fine," I said. "Why are you worried?"

He sat down in the chair next to my bed. "Do you remember what happened yesterday?" He asked softly. I tried to hide my discomfort at the question, but my ears turned back and gave me away.

"Yes," I mumbled a little bit. I remembered it; I remembered every other time it had happened too. But I also remembered how scared Ozzie looked when I stopped.

Ozzie could tell that I didn't want to talk about it and stopped trying to. "I brought you a cinnamon roll," he said after a second of silence, picking up a small carry out bag from the cafe we went to together from beside the chair. He must've set it there without me noticing when he sat down.

I smiled and reached out for the bag, and he handed it to me. I took it out of the bag and started to eat it, purring softly. Ozzie smiled, reaching over and petting my hair. I purred more and leaned my head into his hand, finishing the cinnamon roll. I grabbed his hand gently and tugged on it, pulling him towards the bed.

He chuckled and got up, gently picking me up and sitting down where I was on the bed, then setting me on his lap. I purred more and leaned back on his chest, holding his hands in my lap and playing with his fingers. His hands were much bigger than mine, so his fingers were much longer too.

Ozzie let me play with his hands, letting me lay on him as well. I held his hands and snuggled into him after a minute, purring softly as I fell asleep.

-A-
I wanted to ask Fae so much, but I knew that he probably still needed to rest and I didn't want to trigger bad memories trying to ask about it.

After an hour or so of him napping on me, Marie slowly opened the door and walked in. She smiled a little bit when she saw us, walking over to the bed.

"Hey," she whispered so she didn't wake up Fae. "How is he?"

I looked down at him, moving one of my hands to stroke his hair. "Alright," I whispered back. "I think he just needs to rest more."

She nodded. "The doctors are going over his blood tests now, I'll come back to tell you when they come through." I nodded.

"Okay."

A couple hours later she came back. Fae was awake and eating lunch, still sitting on my lap and watching cartoons on the TV while he ate. He didn't seem to care about what was on the TV, he watched it anyway. Last time I was with him it was Spongebob, today it was Family Guy.

I looked up when I heard the door, Fae looking over there too, but he had a mouth full of strawberries at the moment so he kinda just hummed at her when he saw her. She chuckled when she heard Fae, smiling at him.

"Hey Fae," she greeted him. She had heard me calling Faervel 'Fae' and had started doing it too. "Mind if I take Ozzie from you for a second?"

He shook his head, setting his food tray on the bed and getting off of my lap so I could get up. "Thanks Fae," I chuckled a little at him, getting off the bed and walking out the door with Marie.

"What did the results say?" I asked once the door was closed. Marie sighed a little bit, then motioned for me to follow her. She led me out of the infirmary wing and to the cafeteria. It was closed right now (though Fae was having lunch now, it was 2 PM, so lunch was over).

She sat down at a table and had me sit with her before pulling a paper on a clipboard out of the small bag she had that I hadn't noticed. "Fae's epileptic," she said, setting the clipboard down. "It's actually pretty common for Elves to be epileptic, their eyes are more sensitive to light and color. But Fae has it more severely, he is much more sensitive than most Elves are."

I nodded, chewing my lip a little bit. I had expected that answer; people don't just have light-induced seizures if they aren't epileptic. But it's still not a good thing to hear.

"The doctors could also find out that he wasn't always epileptic," Emma said. "He was, I'm gonna say, 'made' to be epileptic."

"Through torture." I felt anger rise in me like it had when I had heard about his whipping, and again I made myself stay calm.

Emma nodded, a knowing and kind of sympathetic look on her face. "Most likely," she said. "We won't know for sure unless Fae told us, and I doubt he wants to think about it, but we will have to ask."

I nodded. "I know," I said. I hated that we needed to ask him about it, but she was right, we did have to.

If we had to ask though, I wanted to do it at a better time. I didn't want him to feel worse than he might already after his episode.