A couple weeks ago you had been attacked by a couple dangerous witches. Hunter had found you a few weeks later lying on the forest floor, unconsciously and bleeding out. He had taken you to hospital. You now have stitches and can't move well because of the terrible gash in your stomach which was still healing. It had been 4 weeks since the attack and you're still in hospital, unable to leave bed. You were laying down when you heard the door open, you thought it was one of the nurses. After a few seconds you hear a voice.

"That's a nice way to greet your bestfriend."

You instantly recognised the voice, Hunter. You turned to see him standing, leaning against the door way with his arms crossed and a small smile tugging at his lips. Just as you thought it couldn't get any better you see his Palisman dash out his bag and fly around your head, chirping excitedly.

"Flap, you weren't meant to come out yet." Hunter groaned.