I scream and curse at the pain the flames cause me, tears stream down my face. The burning, oh god the burning, it's as if millions of tiny needles are pricking at my skin, covering my neck and arms and back and thighs.

In a panic, I tumble down the stairs, writhing in agony and screaming words Bad doesn't like. Out of nowhere, I am hit with something cold, and instantly the flames that eat at my skin stop. I glance up, seeing Bad holding a cauldron in his arms.

"I told you not to do that, you silly muffin head." He states matter-of-factly, before turning back around to his potions. I can't help but just lie here, suddenly drained from the recent events, thinking.

This whole situation right now is so confusing. One minute, the three of them are hunting me. The next, they're trying to make me a hunter, and now; Bad just saved my life. After hurting me.

I just want to go home.

"Here," I again look up at Bad, as he holds a red potion in his hand. "Drink this."

"What is it?" I dumbly question.

"A health potion, silly," he answers, as I slowly force myself into a sitting position. "Oh, and you'll need these for your eyes of ender, won't you?"

As I take the potion, Bad also hands me five blaze rods. I just stare at them. The blaze rods. That Bad gave me. After he tried to kill me. Then save my life. Do I... What do I do?

"Sorry about my language," I mumble helplessly, moving my gaze up to him.

"That's okay, I forgive you," he replies, his pure and heartwarming tone returned. Sensing ease, I place the rods in my pocket, before opening the potion bottle. I begin to skull it, instantly feeling the effects healing my burns and deep wound. It's not fixing my hoodie, but I didn't expect it to.

When I finish, I lid the bottle and go to hand it back to Bad. I stop halfway when I see the grin he sports.