-Mitch's POV-
I've been in the hospital before, but it was only as a baby. This is only the second time I've ever been in a hospital, and this time, it's not for me. I stayed overnight with Sky, so if he woke up, he wouldn't be alone and panic. I've been sitting bedside for a couple hours now, and Sky hasn't woken up once. But then the doctor comes in, and I gently wake him myself.
"Adam. Dood, come on, wake up." I nudge his shoulder, and he wakes up. The nurse comes in behind the doctor with a bed table. On it is a small bit of apple. It's only one slice, but it seems to be enough for Sky.
While the doctor sits down and asks Sky questions, like how are you feeling, he slowly eats the apple slice. He finishes it as the questions stop, and he looks sick to his stomach, like he ate too much. "Did you eat the whole thing? Adam, that was too much. You need to slow down, and let your system tell you when it's ready."
The nurse apologized for bringing the whole thing, and left. Sky looks kinda sick, but he passes out. The doctor gives me one glance, and looks surprised. "Young man, where did you get that scar on your neck?" I flinch, and cover it with my checkered jacket. "An accident. I'm fine though. Why?" He raises his palms, "No reason, I apologize for being nosy."
He leaves the room. I'm shocked that I let my scar show in the city. This all continues for a few days, and Sky looks better. He's not a scarecrow. Of course, he's probably lived off the same apple all week long. He only got a slice a day, and it's been 5 days. That's five slices of the same apple.
The sixth day, I'd taken off my jacket because I'd overheated. The scar on my neck shows again, and the doctor catches me off guard. I'd been sleeping a mom met before, so my brain is mush. "Young man, who gave you that scar, may I ask?" I mumble my answer. "Herobrine." I watch him back up, confused. "So you're telling me you've been injured by Herobrine?" I'm tired, and I snap, "Yes. What do you want now?"
Sky isn't awake any longer, so I've just snapped at a doctor, unchecked. But my snippy tone wakes Sky, and he checkmates my behavior. The doctor leaves, looking a bit hurt. But I know he realizes his mistake, and apologizes as he ducks out of the room.
I'd never argued with anyone in my life, because my mom always said I was too gentle natured. Yet, here I am, yelling at someone. I'd gotten snippy with an official, and hadn't checkmated my own attitude. I'd needed Sky to, a teen who was close to dead a week ago. Sky told me what to do when I had to check my attitude. To check it, is not to just watch it, but block it, and hold it at bay.
To checkmate my attitude, I physically had to stop, and pretty much mentally kick myself. Knowing this, I can tell that Sky has had to checkmate his behavior hundreds of times in his life. Living with Herobrine doesn't seem easy, and I'd learned that Herobrine is touchy. Sky has an attitude I've noticed that wouldn't survive around Herobrine. Sky also tells me that Notch can stand it, and doesn't get mad.
Sky describes Notch, and tells me stories Notch had told him as a younger boy. He tells me the legend of Kings, and for some reason the people in it sounded like Jerome and I. He also told me the Necromancer Legend. It sounded suspiciously like Brice and/or Seto. It's weird.
We sit in the room for hours, and he just tells me story after story, until suddenly, the doctor comes in around 6pm. He hadn't been called, but he goes, "You have a visitor." The doctor steps aside, and Sky catches his breath. Just from the description Sky had given me, I know who this is.
It's Notch. Oh... Crap.

-Sky's POV-
Seeing my uncle step through that door was nauseating, because I wasn't expecting to see him ever again after my 4th birthday, the one time I saw him. He sits next to Mitch, who looks ready to explode. His face is all red, and he looks scared, nervous, and excited at the same time. I sit up, and pull my one knee up to my chest comfortably. I hang my interlocked hands around my knee, and sit there, not sure what to do or say.
"I only came because I was informed of my brother's shit. Who was it and what happened?" I point him to Mitch, who's still holding his breath. When Mitch finally lets it out, he looks so nervous and tense that if you dropped him on a brick, the brick would shatter. He was that tense and stiff. But Notch seemed to notice Mitch's scars.
"Young man, may I ask you what happened?" "His name is Mitch, sir." Mitch looks at me in surprise. "Okay then. Mitch, you have no reason to be afraid of me. I only wish to help." Mitch relaxes a little, but his eyes are still filled with fear. "O-ok, s-sir. I- I was wh-whipped. He-Hero-b- brine did it." My uncle sighs. "And what happened to you Sky? Why are you in here? And what the hell is that on your arm?"
"I'm here because Dad pretty much starved and dehydrated me. I nearly died again, but more painfully, and slower. This... I don't know what it is. It's some kind of restraint. I don't know at all."
Notch steps up to me, and wraps his hand around my wrist. His hand completely envelops my wrist, and his fingers still overlap each other. He puts his other hand around the one chain, and crushes it. The chain falls off, shattered links falling on the sheet. He does that with the other chain on the other side of my arm, and more shattered links fall to the bed sheets. The metal piece on my elbow falls off, no longer held in place. Now my hand is stuck in a metal glove.
My uncle lays his hand on mine, and grips the edge of the glove near my wrist. Under his touch, the steel begins to melt. Even though it clearly doesn't hurt me, Mitch leaps back and starts to cry out until Notch grabs his shoulder. "It's fine. It's not hurting him. Relax." The glove is melted into nothing soon, and I can freely move my hand.
My arm had grown very weak from lack of use and malnutrition of the week. I couldn't really use it all that well, so it kind of just sat across my stomach. Mitch grew relaxed more and more with Notch around, and came to accept that he was here. My uncle told us the stories I hadn't told Mitch, and some of these I'd never heard myself. He tells us of the Legend of the Creature, and the Soldier.
The soldier was described as a young child, with dark hair, glasses like mine, a navy blue shirt, a dark jacket and pants, and black shoes. Notch tells us that he's seen this child, wandering the world. He won't tell us where he'd seen him though. The week continues with the Legends, and Notch actually stays with me like Mitch is. Not that I don't appreciate it, it's just... it feels awkward to have family in the same room in this situation.
I fall asleep consistently around 9pm. Mitch fell asleep roughly around the same time. Notch left every night and came back every morning. I was finally given the green light to leave. Mitch and I walked out of sight of anyone in the city. We teleported to the house, and it wasn't at the best time.
Ty was arguing with his brother, and it looked like it was ready to explode into a brawl. I could see Seto and Brice hesitantly watching the twins from the window inside, wanting to intervene, but not wanting to. I push Mitch inside the house and step between the twins. I snap my fingers, and cast a freezing spell on the both. They can talk and stuff, but they're frozen in place.
With me getting in between them, Anthony had started to slash his wing in my direction, ready to bash me out of the way. I caught it with the spell, and he was angry. So was Ty, but for a different reason. "You nearly killed Seto today! What the hell Anthony?! What's wrong with you?! Did your insanity not wear off enough?" I turn to Anthony, who's steaming, and he only says, "Everything is wrong. You know that. How did you forget that fast, Tyler? Memory loss? The Aether?"
I switch my gaze between the two, sand set Ty free. Anthony stays frozen, so he can't attack me or Ty. Ty shakes himself down like a wet dog, and he fixes his hair. "Anthony, you truly have no idea how disappointed I am in you. Do you know how much it took to get permission to bring you here? How LONG it took? Do you even care? Anthony, I remember that conversation- about your schizophrenia, but you've forgotten how I told you to not take it out on people, or animals. You need to tell me one thing, Anthony. What part of Seto is not a person to you?"
The question throws Anthony off, and his expression becomes pained, and angrier. "Seto means nothing to me. To you, maybe, but I don't care for him. Or any of your damn little friends for that matter. My schizophrenia is considered gone, and they told a lie to themselves. I'm still schizophrenic, but they let it slide as gone. What idiot does that?"
"You lied to me Anthony. You should have at least told me. How can I live knowing I can't even trust my own brother to tell me something so simple like that? It's heartbreaking knowing that you can't even tell me." I watch Ty, and he truly looks and sounds disappointed and heartbroken. I look back to Anthony. "Why would I tell you? You'd just leave me alone again. I wanted to know where you were. I wanted to do something I never got the chance to do- explore. I barely know the End. It's because I never got to explore."
Ty looks stunned and upset by the malice in his brother's voice, and steps back. Ty snaps, "Then you will never explore. This is the end of your exploration. You will never leave my side. If you do, I will take you straight back to the End. I will not hesitate."
Anthony lowers his head and growls, "Fine." Ty touches my shoulder, and I let Anthony move. I know that what Ty had said had laid a curse on Anthony. Truly, if Anthony was away form Ty, the curse will teleport him to the End, and he'd be stuck until Ty personally let him out. It's a very serious thing.
I pull everyone away form both of them, so that they can beat on inanimate objects instead of the boys. Ty is just standing there, eyes closed, breathing slowly, trying to contain his anger. Anthony goes a little into the woods, but not far enough to trigger the curse. He whacks the tree with his claw, and I see it cut clean through. Anthony's scream of frustration follows suit.
The daylight is coming, and I can barely see the sun on the horizon. The twins look exhausted, and they come into the house and crash. Mitch and I shake off our exhaustion, and we practice. Well, I supervise while Mitch, Jerome, and Preston practice. The day is productive for the boys, and night comes to Ty and Anthony staying in the house, ignoring each other. Joyous times.