Mu's POV:

I took a step, feeling my legs give out slightly but I held on. Brotato was on one side with Kk on the other. It had been a week since I heard the Demi God was released from his cell and allowed to wonder a bit. I bit my tongue and took another step. There was a numbing pain but I wanted to be better. Deadlox's bed was across from mine and he was awake and moving but wasn't walking yet.

"We can always go back to your bed," Brotato said, sounding worried. I shook my head and took another step. Deadlox saw me and smiled, holding up his arms like he was waiting for a hug.

It took a few more steps and I was by Deadlox's bed. I laid by him and let out a sigh of relief. He laughed and ran a hand through my hair. Brotato sat in a near by chair and watched us.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed my 'brothers' company, missing his touch. To me he was my brother, so was Seto. We were always so close. Being away from them was torture.

"I heard Stampy is making a strong healing potion. Syndi's helping him too," Ghost pipped up, making me open my eyes. Baki nodded, looping some string for his scarf. I looked up to see Deadlox smiling.

"They left a day ago." Kk scrunched his nose, "also Seto's been spending time with that one Demi-God."

"I heard from Skit his name was Ant," Simon pipped in, "Ant! I thought it sound more... Tough."

"Why were you talking to Skit?"

"He was by Swifts bed. And swift is by Bodil," Simon shrugs at Baki's comment, "haven't heard about the other."

The doors opened, but I couldn't see without rolling over and it was already crowded enough.

"It's Stampy. He has potions!"

Seto's POV:

Flipping through my book, I found a spell that... I copied the ingredients on another piece of scrap parchment and pocketed it, snapping my fingers to teleport back to the ward.

Stampy was giving Deadlox the potion that could heal them quicker. He looked uncertain, so was I. I never heard of this spell and I don't know how Syndi got ahold of it. Stampy seemed sure enough so I let it pass.

I walked over to his bed as Deadlox downed the drink, making a disgusted face. Stampy started chewing on his lower lip in worry.

"Well," he began, before Deadlox broke into fits of coughing. I immediately snap my fingers to make a small purple orb, pressing it into his chest, allowing me to scan for any danger. His pulse was okay, and his coughing was suppressing. I pulled back a bit shaky, watching closely. When he looked back a me, his eyes were clearer then they ever were.

"It worked."