B.Bop and Do-Wah sat patiently outside the ward, B.Bop's fingers crossed. Do-Wah closed his eyes and reached out his mind, trying to get into the surgeon's brains. It was hard, seeing as he was so scared for Angela, but he kept a clear head.

Really bad… Don't think she'll make it… Wound's too deep…

Do-Wah stopped listening, it made his head reel. It had all happened so fast. Why on Earth did a vampire attack Ange? Do-Wah didn't even know other vampires existed until B.Bop had told him he was a lamia… Do-Wah sighed and stood up, nerves racking his body.

If Angela didn't make it – he'd failed her. There would be no reason for him to exist anymore, he'd promised himself he wouldn't put others in danger despite what he was born to be.

He turned and saw B.Bop was crying. Do-Wah thought he'd never seen B.Bop cry, he was too tough – maybe that was down to being a lamia – maybe it made him stronger. Do-Wah knew that even if he tried he couldn't cry now. B.Bop wasn't so tough anymore, not now he was Martian again.

Do-Wah wasn't the comforting type anymore; he'd changed a lot in the past months. He wasn't to say to B.Bop that Ange would be fine because B.Bop knew otherwise. Why else would he be crying? He'd be strong if there was hope, but he'd been through the doctors minds – just like Do-Wah had, and he knew that she was dying.

Do-Wah clenched his fists. He wished he'd tortured that Rasmussen who dared lay a finger on Ange. I mean, why did a vampire do such a random attack on a poor girl? Why Ange, why-why not Casey on the other side of the street? Do-Wah shook his head. That wasn't fair. Ange was a fighter, she'd get through. Unless…

B.Bop, cover for me… Just, faint or something in the doorway, I need to get to Ange… Do-Wah said, B.Bop glancing up at him straight away. Still having some of his powers, B.Bop replied, Why? I'll do it Do-Wah, but why?

Do-Wah stood, froze on the spot. Maybe B.Bop would disagree, maybe… I'm going to make her a-

No, Do-Wah, you can't DO that to her. You know she wants to grow up and have kids and-

Oh, and she's really going to be able to have them dead in her grave then, isn't she? He spat, anger pulsating through his message. B.Bop shivered and held his head in her hands. I don't know I- I really don't –

The door opened and a doctor stepped out, beaming. B.Bop's eyes widened when he saw his apron was covered in blood. The doctor's face went pale when he realised what he was putting B.Bop through and took it off.

"She's fine, she'll need to rest for a couple of days but then after that, she'll be allowed home." He reassured, patting B.Bop on the shoulder. "Uhm… nice costumes." He grinned, stepping back into the room. B.Bop nodded back, glancing at Do-Wah.

See… she's strong enough without it… she's…

Can it! Do-Wah laughed, playfully pushing him onto the floor. B.Bop smiled. At least Do-Wah was back to normal, at least he wasn't afraid anymore.

Do-Wah helped him up and they both went into Angela's room to see how their human friend was doing.