"And that concludes our physical examination." The automated voice stated. "Circe Lewis is cleared for release."

I removed the helmet from my head and shook out my hair, smirking at Carol who stood behind me. "Told, you so." I said cheekily.

"So you did." She looked me over warily before nodding. "Alright then. Your bed rest is over. You're free to go."

I grinned and made my way to the door. Two weeks. After two whole weeks, I'm finally able to leave this stupid, lemony fresh, hospital themed room.

"Wait, just a moment, Circe."

I closed my eyes and sighed. Well, I was almost free to leave. I turned around to look at Carol. "You know you practically have nothing to do now right? Ever since you were put in charge of the mission, you were cleared from weekly training and most physical exercises. Now the only thing you have to look forward to is lunch. What are you going to do now?"

I lightly bit my lip. She was right. There was nothing to really do anymore. I shrugged "Whatever comes my way I guess."

_ _ _ _

I plopped down on my bed with a groan. Nothing. Nothing was coming my way anytime soon. It's been just a few hours, but I'm already bored out of my mind. I sighed through my nose and rolled over so that I was facing the door. Maybe I could hang out in the commons area until the gang got back from their raiding mission?

Oh, yeah. The mission.

The first mission that I would not be over.

Hailey had assured me that they had a good plan to take down one of Dorian's storehouses early this morning. I trusted her, of course. But now, I was a little worried.

What if something happened that they didn't calculate into the planning? What if Dorian HIMSELF was there, waiting for them, prepared to kill them, or take them captive.

The more I thought about it, the dryer my throat felt and the more clammy my hands got. Those people out there risking their lives are like a family to me. If anything ever happened to them-

"Circe!"

I instantly sat up as Grace rushed through the door with a wide grin on her face. She held a simply, yet messily painted picture in her hand. "Look, look, look!"

I chuckled awkwardly. I really didn't know what the picture was since they were just blobs. But I wanted Grace to feel good about herself anyway. "This is an awesome picture, Grace!" I smiled. "Can you explain it to me?"

"That's us!" She grinned. "Me, you, Alex, Victor and Nora!"

She felt around for a bit, before I picked her up and let her sit down on the bed beside me. "It's beautiful, Grace. Picasso is rolling in his grave." I joked.

"Who is Pistachio?" She asked innocently.

I smiled and laughed lightly. "I'll explain it all when the gang gets back."

"Can you braid my hair, again? I want cowgirl braids, this time!"

"Of course."

I took down Grace's ponytail and began to braid. I loved the simple, laid back moments like this in my life. For a moment, a sweet and beautiful moment, I think that I'm normal. I think that I'm not on the run for my life. I think that I still have school the next day and I have to study for my stupid Trigonometry test. I think that Diana isn't a backstabbing bitch and that She, Mac and I have our scheduled Girl's Night next Wednesday night, where we'd blast Madonna, gossip, and paint our nails until we fell asleep where we were sitting. I think that I'm not haunted my Ms. Duboise's dead eyes staring into my soul after Dorian pulled the trigger because we wouldn't comply. I think that I never killed that man in the school with my powers. I think that my father never disowned me.

I think that I'm not dangerous.

I shook away my train of thought, which was getting darker the more I thought about it. I finished braiding Grace's second ponytail and bring her hand up to feel it. "You look pretty."

She ran her hand down her intertwined locks. "Pretty." She repeated with a smile that mimicked my own. "So," I began as she turned towards the sound of my voice. "What do you say we sneak into the dining hall and steal some ice cream that I'm pretty sure the cafeteria woman is hoarding?"

Grace grinned widely and nodded.

"Great!" I chuckled.

I helped her off the bed and grabbed her hand. "I want mine to be Nutella flavored." She chimed.

"Birthday cake for me." Ireplied.