After a stop at the liquor store, buying and drinking a few bottles, and getting lost, Michael had found his way home. As he was fumbling with his keys however, he passed out and hit the door with a loud thud and moan.

Hearing him, Dea opened the door and gasped. She picked him up, using magic to make him lighter and carried him inside. "Michael! What happened? What's wrong?"

Michael didn't respond. Lack of blood, the abundance of alcohol in his body, and the poison, had cause him to go unconscious.

Dea set him down on the bed and kissed his forehead. She hugged him and let the magic from her body flow into him, destroying the poison and alcohol. He would probably sleep for a while, but that was okay. As long as he was better, she was happy.

Michael could feel both of the poisons flow from his body. Subconsciously he was a bit disappointed... but obviously someone loved him...

Dea crawled into the bed next to him and curled up. She moved his hair out of the way of his face and turned his head toward her. "Please wake up, my beautiful human...I'm scared for you..."

Michael moaned a little and rolled over. All he wanted was peaceful sleep.

Dea pulled her hand back and curled up even more. She was worried and unhappy.

Michael drifted off into a deep sleep. That's all that would make him happy right now.

Dea soon fell asleep as well. She hoped he'd wake up soon...

Michael woke up a few hours later. He rolled over and saw Dea. He grabbed her tightly and kissed her gently. "I love you..."