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Edden? I wondered as I was making sure I was covered when a soft knock at the cracked door turned into a soft scuffing. "Marshman!" Jenks exclaimed, a sunbeam trailing behind him when he went to the door. "How you doing? Rachel's happy to see you."

Eyebrows raised, I gave Jenks a sidelong glance. I'm happy to see him?

Sitting straighter, I waved sloppily at the tall man as he entered. He had his coat open, showing a flannel shirt with a wisp of curling black peeping out at the neckline. The casual lumberjack cut of the shirt hung nicely on his broad swimmer's shoulders, tucked into his jeans to show off his thin waist. There was a bouquet of flowers in each hand, and he looked awkward as he stopped before me. "Hi, Rachel," he said, smiling uncertainly, as if not sure he should be here. "Ah, you get what you needed in the mall?"

I laughed and shifted more upright. I knew how I looked in blue diamonds, and it wasn't attractive. "Thanks," I said sourly. "Sorry about that. She ran. I chased her." Dumb.

"And you got banshee-slapped," he said, putting the two bouquets down and sitting on the edge of the bed beside me. "Are you okay? They wouldn't let me ride with you to the hospital. You were delirious." He hesitated. "Did you really steal Mr. Ray's wishing fish?"

I blinked. "Uh, yeah, but I thought it belonged to the Howlers." My gaze dropped from his concerned brown eyes to the flowers. One was an arrangement of summer daisies, the other a carnation and mum mix. "Thank you," I said as I reached to touch them. "You didn't need to bring me flowers. They are beautiful. Did they have a ‘buy one, get one free' special downstairs?"

My voice was light, and Marshal smiled. "Don't think anything because I brought you flowers. If I didn't, my mom would skin me alive. Besides, only one is from me. The daisies were sitting downstairs with your name on them, so I brought them up."

My eyes went to the florist's card, in an envelope, and I nodded. Robbie, maybe? As in "pushing up daisies"? "Thanks," I said, and he made a little jump, as if remembering something.

"I brought you this, too," he said, reaching into a coat pocket to bring out a winter-pale tomato. It was an Inderland tradition, and I couldn't help but grin. "For health," he said, then glanced at the closed door. "You're, uh, on a human floor, so watch where you put it."

The fruit was cold in my fingers, and my smile faded. Why am I on a human floor?

The sound of Jenks's wings rose in pitch, and he took flight. "Ah, I promised Ivy I'd tell her when you woke up," he said as he rose up. "I gotta go."

"Jenks, is she okay?" I asked, but he was gone. Rolling my eyes, I leaned to put the tomato on the table, and my knees knocked into Marshal. My eyes went to the flowers, and all my warning flags went up. He was sitting kind of close. "Um, it was awfully nice of you to come and see me," I said, nervous. "I'm not going to be here long. I was just about ready to get up and go harass the nurses."

I knew I was filling the silence with my babbling, and in a surge of motion, I flung the covers back and pulled my knees up to get my feet past him and to the floor. I froze, looking down at those stupid pink sock slippers they give out. Damn it, I had a catheter. Even worse, just that little exertion made me dizzy.

"Easy, Rachel," Marshal said, already having stood and put his hands heavily on my shoulders. "I don't think you're ready to move yet. Your aura is really torn up."

The heady aroma of redwood cascaded over me, seeming all the more potent for the sterile smells of the hospital. "I'm fine. Marshal, I'm fine," I complained as the dizziness passed. It was almost as if I was leaving a part of myself behind when I moved, and until it caught up with me, I was naked. Exhausted, I sat with my feet dangling down and leaned my head against his chest while I tried to keep from blacking out. It felt nice when his hands rested on me. Not sexual nice—God, I was in a hospital bed with pillow hair and wearing a blue diamond pattern—it was as if I were gaining strength from his simple concern.

I settled back under his insistent, nervous hands, and he pulled the blanket up and around me. I lay there and let him do it, probably feeding his white-knight complex, but what choice did I have? If my aura was stripped, then I probably was gaining something from him. Genuine caring helped mend tears, just as the negative energy from someone who disliked me could do an equal amount of damage.

"Really," I said as he handed me the oversize mug of iced water as if it would make everything better. "I'm okay. I just need to move slower." But my hands were shaking and I was nauseous. The water seemed to help, and I took a big gulp, feeling it all the way down.

"Ivy will break my fingers if I let you hit the floor," he grumbled, taking the water back as I extended it. "Just be good for the next twenty minutes and don't get me in trouble, okay?"