Kilo's injuries take an incredibly long time to heal. But we are living quite well with one another.

I wake up my eyes snapped open and I shot up in my bed before my alarm clock gets up, I look at the clock which is a glowing starfish in rainbow colors, 1:31AM, shit. Professor Horatius is not gonna be happy about it. I grab a pastel pink rod and turned directly over me as if it were a clipboard, it turned on and a light pink digital light construct appears, it's a digital journal or a data rod, more specifically a health journal, all around the border is cute little bunnies that are hopping around with hearts and butterflies, the lines are stark white. The color of the font is federal blue. I entered the time that I had woken up and the reason of why I woke up at such an ungodly hour (even I'm aware), I then walk out of my room, in my dessert pattern pajamas, sprinkles designed socks and fluffy slippers. My house robe is reflective pink and purple with deep pockets. I have my hair in a cap, a sky blue cap that is made with nanotechnology. It's mainly to help with my hair and dandruff problem. I just walk to the kitchen and begin to cook in the dark (working on my night vision).
I had my health journal with me, I make bread pizza. Since I plan to use the pepperoni and meats for actual pizza and other recipes, I did veggie bread pizza. I also begin to make camomile tea for the late night meal. I chose one of the older loafs of bread that haven't been devoured yet. It's an Italian seasoned loaf where the seasoning is in the bread itself, I melted some of my garlic butter and got to work. It didn't take long, really.

Once I got my meal together, I had sliced the bread pizza into manageable sizes and I poured the light amber liquid into the large clear mug. I eat peacefully in the night and drink the tea. I had practically loaded the pizza with vegetables as I'm not exactly known to be light handed when making anything. Especially when it comes to certain foods. I filled out the health journal with what I had eaten and drunk during the time including the prep and cooking times (the health department loves me for this). I clean up my dishes, including what I used to cook all at once. I normally clean as I go but I don't have the fucks to give at the moment. I ate the entirety of the bread pizza and downed the pot of camomile tea. I then go back to bed once everything is cleaned up and put away. I hope I will be able to go back to sleep this time.

5:45AM

Dammit.
I look at the clock, my alarm practically disabled the moment I wake up, it's set at 6. I am practically hardwired to wake up insanely early. I only got four hours worth of sleep.
Double damn. I grab the health journal and document the events. I walk out of my room with the robe tied tightly around my waist, my slippers going on again and I this time take my phone and go to the kitchen so I can begin making breakfast. I plan to make omelets for breakfast, Kilo walks out of his bathroom, having heard the toilet flush something fierce and the sink faucet turned off. I look to him sitting down at the dining room table with his head meeting the table and groaning for having to wake up so early and in desperate need for caffeine. I smile as he sits down patiently waiting for his breakfast and dose for caffeine. He can't work modern appliances to save his life, I have video evidence of him trying to work a stove and it immediately caught fire. Hell nearly exploded if it weren't for me. He looks at me with the most pained expression of helplessness on his face as he knows unless he gets better with modern times he'll just burn the place down when he just wants to help me with the housework. He doesn't want to be useless and he's willing to learn but it'll be difficult with him, "aren't you going to ask?" Kilo groans as I quietly giggle at his melodrama,
"Ask what?" I ask, oh what could be plaguing his mind? I thought
"Why that I can't work any of the appliances? Or cook with said appliances? I can't even do laundry." he sighs
Wasn't expecting that, I thought as I plate up his omelet, "Not really. Most adults that have been sheltered most of their lives or live with selfish narcissistic, incredibly strict or helicopter parents will do that to a person. There're classes about being a functioning adult because of people like these. So no. I won't ask. I don't know what life you live." I answer,
"Huh...I thought you would ask."
"Nah. Not how I roll." I'll wait until he's comfortable enough to come to me himself and tell me.
I place his breakfast before him and I go back into the kitchen and get the fresh pot of coffee. Because there's no way in hell that I'm not having breakfast without coffee. I make coffee mainly for him or when I need the energy. I sometimes make them all fancy or when I'm in the mood for a fancy drink or accessing my inner barista that has been given free rein of creating a special drink meant for a limited time. I've been told that I would've been an awesome barista. Kilo waits for me to join him as he does for every morning ever since he regained consciousness. It's quite thoughtful of him. I sit down next to him with my own omelet, different from the one I had made for him. I also had my own special brew of caffeine infused death that is way too strong for many but a select few and in a pastel red coffee mug. I've been told that some of my coffees that I brew is a little to extreme. That's the fucking point. I don't want to share my coffee if it's just for me; All of my friends, peers and my new roommate has seen first hand that I am very protective of my things. I keep my coffee that's just for me in a super cute steel thermos. Going to keep my coffee either hot or cold for far longer than most, filled to the brim with my special coffee. Everyone sees the thermos and almost faints, then proceed to avoid it like the plague. They do not wish to die from caffeine overdose. Kilo doesn't dare drink what's in my mug, he makes it an effort to remember which mug is who's. Smart lad. I'm still in my pajamas, when my phone rings.

I had gotten up and flit upstairs to answer it, Once I get to the upper deck and close the door, I answer it, "Hello?" I didn't even look at the caller ID. Dumb I know but not many have my number,
"It's Professor Horatius."
"What's wrong professor? Has something happened?" I ask my concern for my peers and my upperclassmen
"Nothing has happened. Everything's fine."
"Then what's up with the call? Normally EDEN calls me." which is incredibly true, I've been told that it's my fault that she's learning all sorts of stinging sass and to give no fucks to give when hijinks ensue.
"I just need to tell you something...and I thought you were banned from hanging out with EDEN?"
"Just for extended amount of time. Like eight hours."
"Touche."
"What brings you to this call this morning?" I have to get back on track
"Oh right. You have the next two months off of missions."
"What?! Why?!!!" I demanded
"You have been on all sorts of dangerous missions and projects for Estelle Collage. You really need a break. You've also been excused from the next few classes and the only thing you need to worry about is that health journal. Which has been extended."
"By how much of an extension?"
"Around three months."
"WHAT!"
"Please calm down."
"Why?!"
"It's an unanimous decision amongst not just the staff, but the student body as well."
"Then how am I going to pay my bills? Although environmentally friendly, I still get bills to pay."
"You can work from home. You'll get the drones and tools needed to do deliveries. You'll also get a pay rise because of just how hard you work and the longer you relax, ACTUALLY relax you'll get that much of a pay rise. I know this is difficult for you...but please, I'm just worried. We all are."
I sigh, "fine. But you're footing the bill if I want to order anything in."
"That's fair. And anyone of any department will fight for that if it meant you relax." I know he isn't kidding, I've seen it happen and EDEN sent me video playing in real time of just that. Hell, The Ironheart Society and The Student Council join in by having competitions about it.
"Alright. I'll contact the defense department and the motor department."
"No need for that dear. They're aware and they should be sending off everything to your home as we speak."
"Smartass."
"Gets better with age."
"Bye."
"Have a great vacation Crystallia! Please take pictures!"
And with that we both hung up and three to five medium to large size flying androids/robots holding boxes and steel crates with glowing outlining floating directly before me as soon as the conversation ended. They are waiting for instructions of where to put all of the packages, I opened the door and allowed them in.
They're very serious about this and they're willing to do what they need to do in order for it to happen.

Once all the boxes and crates were set all around the loft an electric blue pad that's stacked into one thick screen, I place my bare hand of my dominant hand (although I have ambidexterity...I was born left-handed, I keep my ambidexterity a secret) upon the center of the darkened electric blue pad and soon my handprint had been scanned, all of the forms disperse and show themselves with my handprint as my signature and soon morph into electric blue paper planes and with electric green trails leave my loft and back to the college and into the database, the androids/robots also leave with a quickness. I smile to myself as I look at all the boxes and crates. I knew that The Headmaster wasn't kidding but I didn't think that it would be here so quickly, I thought as I look at all the boxes and crates. I then began to open the crates and boxes.

Kilo had come upstairs and seeing all the boxes and crates surrounding me with the boxes being torn open, he just went back downstairs and most likely to raid my personal library. More likely the instruction manuals and how to books.

Any more surprises I need to know of?