[Sadrain]

December 6th, Chicago. Base.

Reason, eh? Elek frowned slightly, and decided to think about it more later. "I doubt there was a reason. I don't want any more accidents like these. I won't spread it that it's Evan, and the attacked people don't recognize her, but if this continues, she will be found out.
"And then it will be hard for people bear with her." The last sentence sounded a little ominous, but it was the truth. As much as most of Rebellion trusted and respected him, if the fact monster who killed their own people were held in Rebellion's heart, unrest would highly increase, and then Elek would not be able to promise complete safety for Eve and Evan.

At her comment, Elek lowered head slightly and shook it, with small grin, laughing inwardly. "Thanks for warning, how could I ever think of choosing part of my future disguise that doesn't suit me? Care to help me find a better one, if I don't want to be on every newspaper and wall in few months, like this?" He moved head upwards and raised eyebrows, gesturing to him self, from head to toe. Elek had always tried to accept things with good humor and light heart, that his mother had taught him well. He knew he was beginning to forget how, but this was good opportunity to not huff and puff, even if Eve will certainly brush him off and try to make a fool out of him.

December 8th, Chicago. Base.

Pain had gotten worse, but he had given larger dose of painkillers. Doctor threatened to stop the therapy if he would not get some sense and as that was the last thing Ryan wanted, he promised to be more careful. He really wanted to talk with Alice about it, but even if he was not trying to distance him self from the girl, there was little chance he would have told her that. The thought of making her worry or upset was soothing, but Ryan knew he would hate to see her sad, especially because of him.

"I would be such a street rat indeed, if I made her sad," Ryan thought to him self, getting ready for the therapy. His hand was more flexible now, but it hurt to move it. The man was still not allowed to use his shoulder, but now his arm was up to elbow and it was true relief. The skin was finally breathing and that alone made him feel more alive.

Ryan went to the therapy room, had a small chat with the nurse, whom was now openly flirting with her, even in corridors. He played along, but just a little. This woman did not really interest him, but it was slightly flattering that someone didn't think of him as shipwreck, even if she saw him in bad state. "Then again, do I know what love even feels like? Maybe it unnoticeable like this - just some pleasant feeling?" Ryan wondered quietly. He had been in love once, infatuated with a beautiful, witty, even kind girl. But he had been 16 then, newest member of the gang, while she was the gang leader's girlfriend. In a childish thought that love could overcome everything, he had tried to get her attention, which caused him to lose few teeth, but gain some scars and broken bones.

When doctor came, he worked slowly on the exercises, trying to not rush or show his pain. The slow pace annoyed him and Ryan really wanted to punch someone.