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   Loki lay there extremely confused.   "Wait, what? Join?" She asked.   "I've already told said too much..." Alfredo said. She stared at him with her mouth open a little bit like she was going to say something else- but she  didn't. She didn't know what to say. Join? Join what? Alfredo noticed the worried look on her face.   "It'll be okay, don't worry about it." He said trying to reassure her. She nodded but didn't say anything. He shifted uncomfortably. Then walked to the door and left. Loki sat in the bed more confused than she already was.   About ten minutes passed, she decided to see if she could walk yet. She sat up and turned

     "Medicine..." Phill said slowly looking at Alfredo. He walked passed Alfredo and gave Loki a small prescription bottle. There was no little white label, or typing on it, just 'Painkiller' scribbled on it with Sharpie pen. Loki didn't notice though, she was too tired and too full of pain to notice details like that. Loki forced her self to sit up and smile, just to make sure she was still able to move.     "Ow..." She whimpered. Phill smirked and Alfredo scowled at him.     "You ok?" Alfredo asked. He walked to her and took the bottle out of her hand.     "Oh, Alfredo, ow, need that, ow..." She said in pain. Alfredo stared at the

   Loki woke up to find her self laying in what seemed like a hospital cot. She tried to sit up, but when she did she felt a sharp pain in her back and neck. She tried to think of how she got there, or if she new the place by any chance. No such luck. The room she was obviously some kind of infirmary she had never been in before. She then remembered the fall, and the man who helped her. She smiled, she was alive, and (hopefully) well. The only thing left to do was to find someone and figure out what happened to her after she blacked out.   As soon as she decided on finding someone, a person walked in. He was tall, had short hair, wore glass

   Loki watched the sunrise through her apartment's kitchen window as she got ready to go to work at a local supermarket. She checked her watch as a bright blue morning light filled her home. It was 5:50 AM, she had to leave or else she was going to be late. She walked out her front door happily and quietly, careful not to wake up her cats.   She walked through her apartment complex's hall, took a left, walked down another hall then started down the three flights of stairs that led her to the ground floor.   She shivered lightly as started on the last flight downstairs. The Winter air stung her at 33F. To make things worse, she then felt