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

As everyone shuffled into Don's room following Josette's screams, Trixie wrapped her arms around Amy's waist and followed in the others last. "He's okay, he's okay," she murmured to herself, choking on her brewing tears.

And then music. Music rang through the speakers, led by powerful vocals. Before Trixie could even gather herself, Dylan embraced her tightly, all too tightly. [i]“What did I say? Didn’t I say it? SUPERBROS NEVER DIE!!!!"[/i]

Her smile widened. Trixie wanted to sing along, whether with Don's words or Dylan's call, but she was... she was stunned. This man - Don - Sylvester Capuello - oh omelets, he was the epitome of superhero! Taking stabs to the chest, then belching out a song in victory! The second Dylan released his hold on the girl, she crumpled to the floor, eyes hypnotized by the show in the window. "Superbro... he's... he's...!"

From afar Don pointed straight at their window, straight at the Pride... and straight at Selan.

[i]And in the end on dreams we will depend
'Cause that's what [b][u]love[/u][/b] is made of[/i]

"AHHH! LOVE! THE POWER OF LOVE!" That was the superhero formula for victory. That's what keeps them alive. That's what keeps superheroes like Don coming back! Super + hero = love! Oh, wait, that wasn't... uhhh. Whatever!

"LOOOOVE!" Trixie whipped out her one soggy, bitten uzi and began firing off rounds to the ceiling.

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Amy could only stare at the window with profound disbelief; there was no telling whether she was locked in sheer surprise or disgust. Her fist clenched by her side as she brought a palm to her face, and began to chuckle. The dumb pig... of course he had gotten through the trauma. Of course. He was the most unpredictable motherfucker she had ever met. How dare he worry them like that!

She departed the room, away from the chaos and Trixie's rampant gunshots, so she could... she could... lean back on a wall just outside the door, letting out a large sigh of relief. This was - unbelievable, and Amy had no clue what to make of it. Never mind the fact that he was still [i]alive[/i] after all that, but how on Ddaear did he manage to make it all the way down to La Macabaret in his condition? Or unnoticed, of all things!?

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by a voice, a sudden hush from within a low cabinet beside her. Amy ducked down to find a man, bruises and cuts galore, squeezed in the tiny space, huddling his knees close to his chest with one hand and holding a finger to his lips with the other. His dumb baseball cap could pop off the side of his head any second. "Shhh! I'm not here!"

"What the fuck?"

"You don't understand. I've got two people trying to kill me right now - for things I may or may not be entirely responsible for - and I just... whoa wait. What's that?" His eyes lifted to the speakers overhead, as they boomed and rocked with music. This young man, he was quickly enamored by Don's powerful vocals. Eyes as big and teary as Trixie's, he removed his hat and clutched at his heart. "It's... it's beautiful! It's more beautiful than anything I've ever imagined! His voice, it's - it's so smooth! So confident! So [i]crisp![/i] Just like the Singing Hot Mama from last night." He sighed deeply.

"They've, they've moved me. Oh, man I can see it now - bright lights and flashing signs...! I swear to you sexy lady, I swear. I'll become just as big of a rock star one day and..."

With another sigh, Amy merely nudged the door shut with her foot and leaned back against the wall. She continued to watch outside the open window from just outside the ward.