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"I know," he said softly. "I admit, I let my curiosity get the best of me. I used my power on something that was too old...and...well, next thing I know I'm waking up in the hospital almost three months later."

He bit his lip. "I'm sorry. But you're not by yourself anymore. I'm back..." Ty knew what he wanted to do, but he waited for her. This was a dangerous situation if he didn't play it right after all.

"I didn't do it on purpose. I promised I'd never do that again. Tses, I love you."

Ty's sleep was deep, but it wasn't so deep that he didn't hear her voice. The problem was, he'd heard his voice in his head the entire time he was in the coma. Or, he thought he did; that kind of thing was really weird.

But sooner or later, his icy blue eyes slid open, and he sat straight up. He saw her trying to cut a bullet out of her arm in the kitchen. She didn't have a shirt on, but he really didn't care about that. He wanted so many things right now; to run over and hug her, to feel her in his arms again.

But deep down he knew she had to be taken care of first, and that, though he hated to admit it, was something she liked to do herself. For now, he just sat there and smiled, feeling another tear creep out of his eye.

"I...just checked myself out of the hospital," he replied. "Is home still...home?" he asked, overwhelmed by emotions by now. He missed her, yet at the same time, he was worried. Though he remembered Tses was tough, stubborn, and good at getting out of trouble, but Ty's luck had run out for three months...

"Yeah. It takes more than that to keep me down. I...I'll see you at home, okay?" he said softly. "I love you."

After the conversation ended, Ty hung up and headed down the streets he knew so well; it was like riding a bicycle. You just don't forget. The apartment soon came into view, and he made his way up to theirs, opening the door. Yep, it was still home. As noted by the cat quickly running to him and mewing.

"Hey there Mischief! I missed you too girl~" he cooed, petting her.

Ty sat on the couch, waiting, but after awhile he got antsy and climbed out the window, up the fire escape, and perching on the roof, looking out across the city. His icy blue eyes scanned, looking for the familiar form of his girlfriend. It had been so long. Too long.

His head was killing him, that was all he knew. His blurred vision slowly came into focus, and he could hear the steady beeping of monitors. When all of his senses came into focus, he realized he was in a hospital. His hands were bare, everything he'd had on him was gone. All he had on between him and God was one of those lousy gowns.

"What...what happened...?" He asked, jumping a little when he heard a clipboard drop to the floor.

"He's awake!" A woman shouted before he heard the sound of footsteps.
"Well, I'll be..." he heard a doctor say a while later. "Son...you've been in a coma since late April. It's July. You've been in a coma for almost three months...honestly...we were losing hope."

Ty gave a chuckle. "Eh, I'm a stubborn jackass that way," he answered, looking around. "Tses?" he called, looking around again.

"I'm sorry," The doctor said, "A blonde girl came to see you for awhile, but eventually...she stopped coming..."

"Where's my stuff?"
"Over there, but you can't--"

In no time at all, Ty was out of bed, ripping needles and tubes out of his arms.
"Hey! You have to--you can't--"
"Watch me," he said weakly, removing the gown and putting on his regular clothes. "I'm checking myself out, I'm better. I have some things to take care of." He grabbed onto the table for balance after he finished getting dressed and pulled his gloves over his hands. Storming into the hall, he grabbed his phone, scrolling through contacts.

It started ringing. "Tses...please pick up..."

Maybe Ty was cocky; maybe he didn't care. Either was a likely option. "Heh, Mr. Miyagi? Not exactly. That would be the guy who taught me. But I do have a technique you need to learn. Very valuable no matter what you're doing, if it's less than legal. Don't get caught." Ty gave a sage-like nod. He had his athleticism and knowledge of the city to go on if things got bad. And worse case scenario, he had that nifty mental-booby-trap thing he was still working on mastering.

"If she was into it, then how'd ya blow it?" Ty asked, curious. Not that he was all that great when it came to hanging onto women, but still.

Ty smiled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Cars are my favorite," he said quietly. "Limo's not really a good choice. Too big. Stick out like a sore thumb. Ideally, you want something common. Something there's a lot of so you don't stick out. If you want something that sticks out, it needs to have power, speed. Gotta shake the cops if they show. And if they do, it helps to know how to handle whatever bad boy you took."

With an understanding nod, he looked around. "The riots...that was some **** right there...'course I got a girlfriend out of it. Then we ended up breaking up, got back together recently...crazy stuff. But yeah, when chaos breaks loose is the best time to get your feet wet if you're into something shady. Otherwise, stick with the cover of night, dark areas. Unpopulated, but make sure you know the area, just in case things go to hell."

He stopped, looking at a fish...lizard...thing... "Some girls aren't into the law-breaking guys. Well...most aren't. Not gunna lecture ya on how to get girls, because I honestly don't know. I just got lucky the one time."