Devon groaned, his head pounded, his body screamed out in pain. He didn't want to remember, but he did. Kidda's scream, the fireball, the fall. 

[i]"You'll be okay, Devon. You'll find someone. Find someone, for me, okay?"[/i] 

He hiccuped, swallowing a sob. That was it then, he was alone. Gold eyes opened to try and mask the memories that played in his mind, to a plain medical room in the barracks. Bare wood walls, a small wood burner, dry sink, and window were the only break in the woodgrain. He shakily let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. A small meow sounded from the door, he turned to look and saw Kidda's fat tabby cat had nosed open the door. Mr. Muffin she had named him, he was probably looking for her. 

"Hey." he whispered, voice cracking. It felt like he hadn't used his voice in weeks, how long had he been out? Judging by the healing of his wounds, a couple of days maybe. The tabby softly padded over and jumped up onto the bed, curling next to Devon's side. Flexing his arm, he gingerly brought it up to pat the cat's head, already fast asleep. "Guess you're my cat now, huh?" He tried to joke, but his voice came out flat. Suddenly he could feel something cool drop down onto his neck, touching his cheek, he realized he hadn't stopped himself from crying.