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[b]Los Paraisos: Mercy Hospital: Recovery Ward Corridor[/b]

That noise - the slow and steady beats replaced by the tinny sound of a flat line. Dylan launched to his feet, scrambling with the others to see it himself. Bracing himself for the worst, he turned his gaze upon the bed. The empty bed. Where was Don? It was the question of the day, and he was jostled along to the window with the others, staring out as the music began to play. 

Dylan opened his mouth to ask, but was unable to find the words to start. So he waited, and he did not have to wait long as the voice poured from the speakers. It was smooth, strong, and unmistakable. “Big bro?” he finally managed, listening to the song as the roof of the La Macabaret split and the stage rose. 

Dylan’s face cracked under the emotion, a wide grin on his face as tears of joy streamed from his eyes. “He...he’s alive! Oh thank you, Aislin! Thank you!” He stood enraptured as the song continued, as Don started to climb, his performance reaching the entire island. Dylan whooped when Don glanced at them, pointing through the Pride to his dearest Selan.

This was incredible, impossible, unbelievable. Just moments ago he must have been here in the hospital bed. “Touch and go” they said. But now - now all of Los Paraisos had their eyes on him as he sang. 

Overcome by emotion, he seized Trixie in a big hug. “What did I say? Didn’t I say it? [b]SUPERBROS NEVER DIE!!!![/B]"