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Things sure look interesting around here these days. Almost glad I'm in Heatherfield. Checking in. No change with Jalen, and it's been over two weeks. He sleeps, I talk to him plead with him, read cheesy romance novels to him, threaten to have his sword melted down...he sleeps. I can't stand it.

Eli misses his daddy too; I'm not allowed to bring him to visit. Germs, and everything. He does okay during the day, but at bedtime...He's used to sleeping between us, so with daddy not there, it's upsetting to say the least. Not getting much sleep myself, either.

Callie's been playing guard dog again. If I get up in the middle of the night, I trip over her in the doorway. She actually growled at me a few days ago when I went to get Eli up from his nap. I guess the tension's getting to her too, poor thing.

Gran's been babying me when she can; baking me brownies ("Our Brownie needs her brownies!"), cookies, making me hot chocolate from scratch...heck, I think she's knitting me slippers. Granddad's been trying to get me to go places other than the hospital and park. Go to a movie, hang with the girls, help him T.P. this one punk's house. That got my eyebrows up, but he's serious. But I just- I'm tired. And kinda prickly. I'm just picking up on too much these days. Doing a crappy job shielding. Being around people at the hospital and my grandparents is hard enough. I don't want to deal with anyone else right now, no matter how good their intentions. Speaking of intentions, all quiet on the Awiergan front, thank god. I know she's responsible for this mess Jalen's in, and when I get my hands around her throat, I'm gonna squeeze until she pops.

...I miss you guys.