"Recovery seems to be going well."

"I agree, though you still have not spoken, I wish your body would at least be capable of speaking."

"I'm not worried, I was capable of forming a smile, perhaps I can do more tomorrow."

The Fallen Angel nodded and vanished into an ashy cloud, and once more the boy fell back to his resting body as it continued to heal progressively. Liam grew tired of laying around all the time, he had todo something, he had to stand. At least he could speak with movement, knowledge comes with time and he was willing to wait if he could at least talk through motion.

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While Sarina was beginning to take a shower Jay was prepping for the meals of the day. After taking close examination of their stock he realized they didn't have much left at all. Taking a quick glance at Liam, the boy was still sound asleep, seems like nothing would wake him up. He walked over to the bathroom door, knocking loud enough for her to hear over the sound of the shower, but just quiet enough not to wake Liam. "I'm running to the store for some food, Liam is still sleeping so I'll be right back." With that said he left with his bag in hand and some cash for the quick trip.

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The heavy eye lids of the possessed boy began to slowly open, his mind becoming conscious once again, leaving a dream behind. He looked around realizing no one was around, but he heard the shower running, someone was at least home. Sarina was no longer by his side in the bed, where could she have gone? Maybe she was the one in the shower. Without realization his head had lifted off the pillow to examine the rest of the room, what was above and behind him. His arm lifted instinctively to scratch at the bridge of his nose, that's when he realized he could move more than he could yesterday, far more. He looked at his other arm and was capable of lifting it above his to touch his hair. His eyes widened, he hadn't felt his own hair and years, nor did he know how soft it was. He clenched it before letting go and smiling to himself.

He became curious at what more he could do. He wanted to stand, 'I have to stand, I have to be able to walk again, I remember, I swear I remember how, come on just do it.' His leg twitched a bit but suddenly his knee lifted a few inches. He pulled his leg back further and used his hands to feel his toes. He smiled and breathed as if he was laughing, he was completely engulfed in joy. He moved his other leg just the same. Now knowing he could lift his legs maybe he could set his feet down. With his best effort he used his core muscles and tried to lift himself up, bring his chest to his knees. He held his legs close in a fetal position, happy that he could move. He looked towards the ground to his left, the floor seemed so far away, he grew scared but quickly became determined.

He lifted one leg away from him and turned his body to face the floor, he set his foot down before quickly pulling it back up, the floor was cold and it stunned him. He gently put his foot down following with the other. Both feet were now firmly attached to floor, its chill sending it throughout his body. He then positioned his hand on the bed at his sides, ready to push off and stand up. With much effort he was albe todo so, his body stood tall and his arms extended out for balance. 'Come on I can do this,' he lifted one leg to take a step forward, quickly loosing balance and falling forward, crashing into the ground. His body let out a grunting sound. He laid there for a few seconds before standing up again. This time it was easier, he smiled to himself before trying to walk once more. His leg landed successfully about a foot ahead of him, he moved the other leg passed his foot and completed a full two steps. He stood with his feet together before scanning the room. He could a small mirror hanging on the wall above the kitchen sink. He had to get a glimpse of himself.

He slowly made his way over, using his hands to brace himself against his destination to keep from falling once more. His hands laid at each edge of the sink, his eyes looking downward. 'Come on you can do this, just look up, I know you're scared but we have to find out together.' Before long his head slowly looked up till his eyes met with his own through the mirror. 'This is me, the new me.' he as he examined his horns, his hair, his eyes, his everything. That's when he noticed he still had bandages all over his body. He started with the tab at his shoulder, slowly peeling it away revealing no blood or lacerations. Finally his torso was bare, nothing but toned muscles and scars from his past wounds.