Heavy silence has settled in the room. How likely do you want to tell Zayne who you are, where you come from, and that you don't have a clue why you're injured in the first place. But without HER presence it seems impossible. How do you prove you're telling the truth if he can't see it himself?

"No?" interrupts his soft voice the silence, and in his eyes you see the sadness that you don't trust him enough to try your luck. It breaks your heart.

„Zayne! I-I..." You inhale after these words stumble from your lips, not knowing what you want to say. How do you explain what you barely understand yourself?

A soft knock on the door interrupts your train of thought.

"Come in," answers the tall man in his chair, and a nurse peaks her head in.

„Dr. Zayne? There is a man who incessantly demands to visit this patient. He even threatens to burn something if we don't follow his demand." she sighs heavily "I don't want to call the police and make a fuss, but he's already causing a commotion."

„It's okay, let him in. I will handle this." answers the tall man with a pinch of his nose between two fingers after the nurse left again.

You wonder who it could be that Zayne is willing to give in and seems more unnerved than angry. Who in this world could make the stoic man look so distressed? And why does this person want to visit you? Only a minute later a purple-haired man with a slender figure races into your room, causing Zayne to sigh heavily again.

Rafayel ignores the sitting doctor and hurries to your side, placing himself on the edge of the bed. Sunset eyes observe you from head to toe, filled with worry and panic.

"Hey, cutie!" a little playful wink that masks the anxiety in his gaze. „Finally they let me in. It's been 800 years!" an angry look in direction to Zayne „What took you so long? She isn't really in danger, is she?" the painter now genuinely riled up and attacking the dark-haired with all his dramatics.

"She just woke up, Rafayel," a deep sigh escapes Zayne's mouth, voice calm as he speaks with an impatient child. "Still don't know how to behave in a hospital..." That gets him an even more angry look and a little pout of Rafayel.

And you stare at them, startled at their interaction. "You know each other?" slips out of your mouth before you can take it back.

Zayne's gaze flicks to you with a confused look and Rafayel chuckles.

"So, you don't know everything, Miss I-played-the-game." now carrying a smug grin, the triumph visible in the sparkles of his two-toned eyes.

You punch him in the shoulder at this, or rather you try, but it ends with a mere nudge since there's not a single bit of muscle strength left in your body. Rafayel catches your hand easily and holds it gently between with his own, now eyes filled with worry again. "Does it hurt? The nurses just told me, you need to be stitched."

"She's on painkiller right now, with a light concussion and a puncture wound at her side, which I stitched and bandaged," Zayne answers on your behalf. "No need for exaggerated dramatics." with a strict gaze to the painter.

"How long does she need to remain here? Can I take her home today?" comes Rafayels immediate queries, apparently eager to free you from your forced stay.

"Usually she needs to be stationed for two to weeks. If you promise to take care of her wound and protect her from any silly actions she surely wants to do, you can pick her up tomorrow. I want her to stay overnight at least, to avoid possible complications." Zayne offers the Lemurian and Rafayel is more than eager to promise it to him.

"That shouldn't be a problem. Luckily, you aren't a hunter, yeah?" with a little relieved smile.

"What does that mean?" Zayne comes to a halt just as he leaves the room.

„Oh right, Doc-schmuck! There's something that you need to know." Holding Zayne back with his words and a cocky grin. The dark-haired stands at the doorway and pinches his nose again, apparently just stressed out from Rafayels behavior. With a wave of his hand, he gestures for the artist to go on and comes back after closing the door to sit again on the single chair in the room.

Rafayel begins to explain how you aren't what you look like and what happened the last few days, and you hesitantly add your point of view. Zayne listens to all your statements and explanations without any reaction and sometimes there's a tiny flicker in his eyes. As you finish, he only stares into the void seemingly thinking over all the revelations and information you offered.

"That explains the missing protocore in her heart and all the stats that are likely the same." he sits back at the chair, counting together all the loose ends he was left at your examination and test results.

"Oh, and one more thing!" you call out, surprised that you haven't thought it off earlier. Every eye is on you in an instant. "Did I mention that Zayne and Xavier are Love Interests in the game as well?"

"Seriously?" Rafayels eyes grow round at this question. Zayne reacts quite more normally than you guessed.

He only nods „That is somehow logical since we are playing a great role in her life, or better. We did play a great role in her life."

He gazes over to you, "So, Rafayel is your favorite?" Zayne asks you, a hidden dread in his hazel-green eyes.

You cough, and embarrassment creeps up your cheeks. Why does he have to state it so boldly? And with a heated face, you nod, not daring to look at him. And why is he even so relaxed after finding out, that there's a game with all of them?

Rafayel grins cockily, not able to restrain himself from a snarky comment to the doctor. „Well, you lost twice, Zaynie! That you haven't foreseen, right?" as he leans back at the wall behind one side of your bed with a snicker, seemingly satisfied with the situation, snipping a little flame on his fingers and blowing it towards the dark-haired man.

You frown at his choice of words. Did he make this comment on purpose? Could it be...?

But you can't think about it more as you sense a little shift in the energy surrounding the two men. You swear if you squint you see a green and red aura grating onto each other, causing tiny ripples in the air between them. What's happening here? Did your senses heighten from the incident with your twin? Maybe you should think about this later and try to calm them down. Zayne looks deadly with an icy gaze that's locked in at Rafayel. And the Lemurian only casually smirks back, but still appears lethal as well.

"No need to be proud of this, Rafayel!" you scold him, and he still looks even more smug now.

But you interrupt the stare duel successfully and decide that now it is time to ask for her well-being. You couldn't ask before and Rafayel pulled every attention with his attitude. And maybe that he still holds your hands and strokes the knuckles with his thumbs distracts you ... only a little.

"Where is she even, Rafayel?" you ask him directly, trusting his need to be near his beloved at every possibility.

"Hm?" his look turns irritated. "I just came here immediately as I learned from the incident in the park and heard a wounded woman was delivered here. I initially thought you were her, and you are still at the apartment."

Rafayel swiftly pulls out his smartphone and starts a call. A buzzing sound is heard from beside your bed. Zayne grabs the black pants you originally wore and hands it over to you. It turns out that the phone in your back pocket is answering Rafayels call.

"Oh right, she gave me hers yesterday in case I wanted to order food and stuff." You remember now, and you gaze back at the Lemurian. "You're sure she is alive?"

Rafayel looks at you with round eyes first before giving you a warm smile with tenderness in his sunset orbs. "Yeah, of course, she's alive." He lays a hand on his white-dressed chest. „I just know it, cutie. And why wouldn't she even? Did something happen?" the anxiety spikes up again in his eyes, that hand that still holds yours slightly trembling.

"I'm not sure honestly," you admit to him "I shouldn't have this wound in the first place because she was hit. I ran to her, grabbed her shoulder, and then all went white. I don't know what happened afterward." your eyes trained on the purple-haired man in front of you.

"What do you mean by 'you shouldn't be injured'?" Irritation floods his entire mimic, and you feel a little helpless. How do you explain what you don't understand yourself?

"I say, Rafayel, that she got stabbed by this Wanderer and I woke up, with this wound that is exactly like hers. I saw how this creature shoved his claw into her side! I was unharmed until I got back to consciousness here. Not only that, but I don't know what happened to her or where she is."

"Well then, we have to find her." Zayne states even faster than Rafayel. His voice is calm, but you know how he must feel now. The person he cares for most in this world is missing. Even Rafayel looks worried now, despite his statement that he can sense if she were dead.