(A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated for a couple of days. Please don't kill me for it! *weakly hold up a shield* I haven't been feeling well over the past couple of days, and writing feels like a chore when I'm sick, so I try to stay away from it so I don't do something and then change my mind about it when I feel better. But since its Valentine's Day, I wanted to give all the single people something that they would enjoy. I hope you like it. And please comment and tell me what you think. I really want this story to continue to do well, and I can only do that if you voice your opinion. This chapter is dedicated to all the singles who grieve and have to suffer through this day. I feel your pain, everyone. Enjoy. =)

Maria gave me a white nightgown to put in. It had the part that covered my back cut out so that she could easily get to my wings.

She stepped out while I changed and then came back in when I was finished. She had me lay on the table on my stomach, and then she put something in my wing, making it go numb, she did the same to the other one, since she was going to try to fix that one as well. Then she put a mask on my face, and before I could ask what it was for, I felt myself go unconscious.

**

When I woke up, my wing hurt like crazy. Whatever Maria had numbed it with had worn off, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

I was still on my stomach, so I used my arms to push myself up. When I looked around, I wasn't in a science lab lying on a table. I was in a bedroom, lying on a bed.

Maria must have moved me once she finished. I thought. It made sense. She had to get me out of her lab as soon as possible, or else visitors would see me. She probably had her no good husband carry me.

I looked over my shoulder at my black wing, which was wrapped up in white bandages. My white wing had a small patch over where the hole was.

I turned over and sat up straight. I wanted to get up and walk around, but Maria probably had some video camera in here, watching my every move.

Looking around the room, I saw that there was absolutely nothing for me to do while I recovered. To make the time go by faster, I laid down and went to sleep.

**

I woke up again the next day to the sound of knocking on the door. Without waiting for an answer, Maria came into the room.

"Good, your awake," she said brightly. She set a few tools down on the table by the bed and started feeling my wing. "Bones are still in place."

Why wouldn't they be? I thought.

She started to unwrapped the bandages, and once she could see my wing, her smile widened.

"What?" I asked.

"You heal faster than I expected. At this rate, you can go back in a couple of days."

I smiled at that, and mine was almost as wide as hers.

"Dr. Lynn?" Someone called from the hallway.

I tilted my head in confusion as she started to quickly rewrap my wing.

"Who's calling for you?" I asked.

"We're hosting a convention today,"she said, putting the finishing touches on my bandage. "I'd forgotten when you got here. Don't move or make a sound until I get b-"

Just then the door opened, and four scientists wearing their white lab coats came in, looking at clipboards. "Dr. Lynn, we were wondering if you knew about..." His sentence trailed off once the man leading the pack looked up and saw me, sitting in a bed in Maria's house.

"Dr. Lynn, you were able to capture her! Well done! Did you find anything?" he said, walking toward us.

Maria blocked his path. "I'm not experimenting. She's injured. I'm trying to help."

"If she's injured, then she can't escape." said a woman from the back of the group.

"Your not experimenting on her under my watch," Maria shot back.

One man grabbed Maria, and the other three came over to me. I stood on the bed and jumped over them. I ran down the hall and locked myself in a bathroom, where I had to try to escape from.

I didn't know my way back to my father from Maria's house, so I couldn't jump out the window and run. I heard a knock on the door, and didn't say a word.

"Selena?" said a voice, and I recognized it immediately. I flung the door open and saw my father standing there. He has blood on his gloves, but I was positive it wasn't his. I hugged him tight, and had to will myself not to cry.

"You didn't hurt Maria, did you?" I asked him quietly.

"No, I didn't. She's fine."

"Good," I said, hugging him tighter.

As if she had heard her name, Maria ran over to us.

"I'm so sorry," she said. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and she smoothed the hair on the back of my head. "I told my husband to tell our guests that they weren't allowed up here this time. I guess he missed a few."

"Its alright." I smiled at her, and she smiled back, reaching out to hug me, but stopped herself.

I let go of my father and hugged her. She hugged me back, crying even harder.