A scuffle and clatter of noise most closely compared to glass knocking against glass brought Jeckle out of his unconscious state. He blinked and rose with a swiftness, finding himself face down on the bed again immediately after. He clutched his leg and groaned trying to replace the thought of pain with the recollection of where he was and how he got there. He pried his right eye open and glanced at the leg he was holding taking into account its unconventional light blue color...and furry texture. With a shake of his head Jeckle found the memory of what was probably yesterday: The forlorn wandering through the woods; the anger, amusement and despair which paraded in sequence along the short period of time encompassing the adventure; the gnarling feeling of a physical deficiency which left him weak and barely coherent. He was in no condition to hold a link to the Hive Mind, let alone try to seek out his companions.
The door creaked open, pulling Jeckle away from his memories. Twinkle Moon's mom called from the hallway as she walked in and nuzzled the blue earth pony in her son's bed. "Morning Moon-ie. You awake yet my little shinning star? Mommy made you breakfast."
Jeckle rolled over and wiped his eyes as he took a look at the mare. She wore a light red coat and had a cascading Sun-kissed mane of orange similar to her son's. He looked into her azure blue eyes and let out a hesitant "Good morning...mom."
She smiled and picked up her son placing a kiss on his forehead. "I know you must be hungry, you missed super last night." She kissed his forehead again and pondered a little before speaking. "Well I think your fever broke, your forehead isn't as warm anymore. Now come on, our food's getting cold" she said with a smile.
After she entered the room with Jeckle on her back, the way Twinkle always loved, she set out the plates and let the earth pony on her back slide down onto the chair. He inhaled as he reflected and caught a whiff of what she had prepared making his stomach rumble. "Wow, that really smells pretty good....what did you all make...mom?" Jeckle commented.
She chuckled at her son's enthusiasm before responding. "It smells that good huh? I thought you would have gotten sick of it by now. I'm afraid its the same orange juice, French toast, and carrot crumble breakfast as we've had the last three days. I told your father he needed to go to the market last week, but the poor thing's been working so hard lately, he completely forgot." She let out a sigh and smiled as she served the fantastic French toast feast. "But he should be home pretty soon, he'll be happy to see you're awake." She paused with thought before continuing in a more stern manner. "You know, you gave us quite a scare yesterday. What in Equestria happened to you? I turned around for a minute so I could sort through the laundry before putting it away, and when I looked back outside you were gone. I have no idea how many times I've told you to stay out of that forest young man, but you really must listen to me before something terrible happens."
Jeckle's stomach dropped, not because he felt ashamed, but because he knew just how true her words were. He couldn't fathom the amount of grief that would come to her if she found out. He looked down and scuffed his hoof against the stool, unable to look this mare in the eye.
"You have nothing to say for yourself?" She breathed in anger before seeing the small pony before her. She sighed and walked around to give him a hug. "It's ok. We just worry so much about you." she gently squeezed him protectively but let go in worry hearing him give a pained hiss.
Jeckle inhaled sharply from the increased pressure on his fractured leg and saw the resulting motherly panic this stirred up in the mare. "it's...it's nothing, I must have bruised my leg from all my jumping. That's all." He offered these words to try and bring peace and reassurance to his mother. She became somewhat less alarmed, but still worried she grabbed out some bandages from under the counter and lightly wrapped his arm to prevent further injury. Jeckle didn't much care for the clammy feeling worry came with, nor the coldness that filled his stomach, but he did appreciate her kindness and new that the foal he was trying to keep in existence had lived a happy life. He smiled at her and sighed contently as she nuzzled against him before going to take care of her daily tasks throughout the house. He knew he couldn't let her know the truth, even if that meant he had to stay and risk never being able to reunite the Hive. He was willing to do that to give back the life he had taken, or at the very least, keep some happiness in the world. He knew the Hive could survive without him, but this new family was not so capable now.
He ate the French toast but left the carrot crumble as it was far to sweet for him to stomach. He tried to take the orange juice in his magic believing all the compassion, affection and other elements of love would be enough to restore his abilities, but seeing the aura flicker and fade he decided against it. He slid off the stool and took his plate to the sink after throwing out the scraps. When he came back he grabbed the rest of his juice and started to sip on it while he limped awkwardly throughout the house.