Note to self: Worst.Day.Ever.

The doctor nodded. "Alright," he said. "Well, we've done all that we can. It's hard to tell at the moment whether or not he'll make it, though. Slightly odd. Even so, he's doing better than he should be, for some reason."

Sabriel pulled his legs up to his chest, unsure if he should be happy about that or upset.

The doctor thought for a moment. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt," he said. "Here, follow me."

Sabriel immediately stood up and followed after the doctor. Once at Nicolas's room, the boy stopped, and leaned against the wall. "You two can go in," he said. He didn't want to see his brother in whatever condition he was in.

When asked if he was sure, Sabriel thought for a few moments. He was afraid to see Nicolas in whatever condition he was in, but he was sure nothing could be worse than how he had been before, covered in blood. He gulped, and decided to go in as well. Without a word, the boy went into the hospital room, his face paling when he saw Nicolas.

The heart monitor was steady, which was good, but the older male just looked too helpless, and quite unhealthy. He looked at Mery, glad she couldn't see this, and then turned to Anya, still silent.

Anya wanted him to answer? Sabriel gulped once again, trying to put the right words together in his head to describe his sibling. He was silent, and shaking slightly. "Um...." he paused, "bad." That was the only word that came to his mind, and he didn't even want to think about more fitting words.

The boy nodded, then looked away. He sighed inwardly and his gaze went to the floor, not knowing what to say or what to do. It was painful to be in here, especially because of his past. Sabriel rubbed his forehead, and looked at Nicolas when he thought he saw movement.

There had, in fact, been movement. Nicolas's hand had twitched and his head had moved to the side. He would probably be waking up soon, even though the doctors hadn't expected it to happen.