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Hank comes in and slips into the office. Some whispers and some mumbles later, he is out, reading charts and then seeing Cain and Molly, wandering over.

"Greetings Molly."

His voice is quiet for the unconscious man's sake.

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"Dr. McCoy."

She's tired and frustrated, and has sat here thinking and worrying for hours, now.

"He's getting better. A lot better."

he nods to her and smiles.

"he seems to be and..."

He stares at the monitor and then looks at the old readings and back. He turns to look at Cain.

"How long since you brought him in here? All of his damage is almost completely healed..."

"I found him outside this morning. Dr. Guppy brought him in here and said he had a broken neck and collar bone, and lots of other stuff."

She shivers at the memory of how awful he'd looked.

"He's immortal though, so he couldn't die."

Hank glances up at her.

"Immortal? A healing factor then? That explains it, though that is impressively fast. He might wake up anytime."

On cue, as such things are like to be, Cain's eyes open.

"Wha---where am I?"

A confused and faint voice and cloudy eyes peer up at everyone.

Molly gasps, and tightens her grip on Cain's hand.

"Cain!"

She swings her eyes to Dr. McCoy, wondering what comes next."

"Cain. Do you know where you are?"

He watches quietly.

"I... is ... who am I? Who is Cain? And who are you... two?"

He looks at them both.

"I have no clue where I am... what is going on? Why cant I remember?"

he is panicking, his eyes bright with fear.

Molly's eyes widen in shock, and her eyes fill, but she swallows hard and stands, looking down at him.

"Cain. Your name is Cain. Just try to relax and take a few deep breaths. You had... an accident, and were hurt very badly. Take a minute to try and think. Do you hurt anywhere?"

Hank watches, running scans.

"Breathe slowly, Cain. You have healed from most of your injuries completely. Can you remember where you come from?"

he taps his data sensor again.

Cain blinks and looks at Molly.

"Who are you? And Cain? Why cant I remmeber that? Why doesnbt it at least feel right?"

He looks between them.

"I cant remember anything and nothing hurts... but I do feel tired. What is hapenning to me?"

"Shhh. It will be fine. Your name is Cain Adamson. My name is Molly, and this man is Dr. McCoy. we're here to help you get better."

She hopes that she's right and that things will be fine.

"You just need to try and stay calm."

Hank finishes scanning him and nods.

"Your head trauma is healed, which leaves one possibility. You sustaine heavy trauma and shock to the brain. Despite healing the physical aspects of it, your mind is taking longer to heal the more mental parts. And it may take you some time to remember everything, or it might happen tonight. You will have top be patient however."

He smiles faintly.

"We will take good care of you."

He looks a little scared as he looks back and forth between them.

"What do I do? Do I have to stay here? How do I find my memories again? Did you know me before?"

The words pour out and he looks at them both, scared.

Molly does her best to try to soothe him over her own rising panic.

"Yes. We know each other. If Dr. McCoy says that you can leave, I'd like it if you would come with me. I've promised that I would look after you until you're well, and that's what I'm going to do.

"I know it's hard to trust a perfect stranger, but we've known eachother for a while now. I was the one who found you hurt outside, and had you brought here for treatment."

Hank watches, disturbed by this latest turn of events.

"Listen... I am not entirely sure you should leave, but... you are physically fine. If you want to dgo and Molly here will watch over you? Then go and rest! If you feel any pain or further illness, seek me or a healer immediately. Otherwise, rest. Memory usually comes back quickly, but it can take awhile. Dont try to push it."

Cain again watches them and starts to lever himself up as soon as Hank is speaking.

He glances wryly at Molly.

"You ready to be my bodyguard?"

There is a hint of bitterness there and he still looks vert afraid.

"I'm ready to be whatever you need."

She says it simply. Truthfully.

"If you can trust me, I promise to take care of you until you don't need me anymore."

Hank watches quietly.

Hen watches her and... he believes her. A small part of him sees hope in her and he fixes on that and on her.

"I... I would like that."

He looks at the doctor.

"Anything I shouold do?"

Molly lets out a breath she hadn't even been aware that she was holding when he agrees to come with her.

She smiles and looks to Dr. McCoy for any special instructions beyond the obvious.

"I'll take good care of him."

He nods.

"Lots of fluids and start him on gentle foods."

To cain: "Take it easy for at least a weak. I have been in similar traumas, It takes awhile to heal even if you are physical normal again,"

he nods and steps back.

Caion nods his thanks.

"Thanks, Doc."

He slowly sits up as Hank removes his iv and some leads.

he breathes and then gathers the hospital goewn and shorets around hnim and slowly stands.

"Let's get out of here..."

He reaches out to Molly, shaking as he comes.

Molly rushes forward to help, and looks at him with concern.

Once he is steady on his feet, she takes him by the hand, and leads him out of the infirmary (http://mollyprewett.livejournal.com/7630.html).

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