I hope you like it. I used my magic crayons.I would also like to thank Bill Hart for creating the Spells 'r' Us universe where so much wonderful magic...has been born and for allowing others the opportunity to play there and of course, special thanks to my cyber family and friends who constantly shower this kitten with love, hugs and encouragement to color. Without all of you, neither this story nor I would exist. Hugs and love to you all. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *. Exhausted, from not being able to breath, I lay there. While trying to regain, she had left me. Now noticing, somewhen, she had put four strap across the bed, holding me down. Over the chest, the belly, the hips and the feet. Making sure that I could not get up, that I could not move. My arms behind my back, able to hold out so far due to the soft bed, start to ache. How long have I been here. When will she come back. Door open again, and what must be her, returns. Now, a painted and feathered. "Easing her into the seat, she started to wriggle. "Where are you taki…? No!" Hey, stop. You've been hurt."As if realizing for the first time, she looked down and touched delicate fingers to the wound, coming away the same red that smeared my shirt.I let reality sink in. "That needs attention. I'll take you to the hospital." No!" she winced at the outburst, then finished, quieter, "No hospitals." Lady, you're gonna need a doctor." Please." Her bloody hand shot out, fingers curling around my. It all went to wine or some cheap booze, I’m sure. Wesley had a big jug of Muscatel and found me. Of course it is against the rules to bring booze into the mission, so he hid it and came in and found me and asked me to come on out and help him drink it. ‘Wesley,’ I told him, ‘I’m gonna need a lwawyer. You used to be a lwawyer didn’t you?’ ‘Yip, I did. Still am, in fact. I mean I still have my license, but I don’t have any clients.’ He replied. ‘Wewl, I need a lwawyer, will you be my lwawyer,.