Michael and Franklin watched Trevor with intense curiosity. They had never seen him this way. He was hunched over Jade's hospital bed quietly watching her sleep. He had been like this for two days now, ever since the doctors brought her out of the E.R. and gave her medication to sleep. Luckily her arm had been saved, but it had to be put back together with several pins and screws. Her gunshot wound was treated, and so was her dehydration.

"She'll be stable enough to go home tomorrow if you'd like to take her, Mr. Phillips. Just make sure she keeps resting and she doesn't move that arm too much." The doctor said with a hopeful tone. Trevor wanted nothing more than to take Jade home with him, but he sure as hell wasn't about to take her back to his shitty little trailer in Sandy Shores. She deserved much better than that.

"Mikey, I got a job for you." Trevor said as he coaxed his friend out of the recovery room.

"Whatcha got, T?" Michael wasn't about to turn him down. He had a pretty good feeling it was going to have to do with helping Jade. He may not have known her as long or as thoroughly as Trevor did, but he did care about her.

"I need you to find a place for Jade and I. Nothing fancy or glamorous, just comfortable. There's no way in hell I'm taking her back to Sandy Shores." Trevor explained. Michael pulled out his phone.

"I'll call Lester, he's good at this sort of thing. He got Franklin that house in a day, I bet he can get Jade a cozy apartment too." He said then put his phone to his ear. Satisfied, Trevor went back into Jade's hospital room. She still wasn't awake and that bugged the hell out of him. He wanted to hear her voice. It would put his mind at ease at knowing that she was going to be okay. Franklin watched him with a cocky grin.

"You know T, you actually look and sound kinda normal with Jade here. You must be wrapped around her finger." He said with a laugh. Trevor walked up until he was just inches from Franklin's face.

"Let me remind you that you're already in a hospital, bud, and I can think of a hundred different ways to fuck you up and make it look like an accident." He threatened with his teeth clenched tightly together. He wanted to yell, but that would be an unpleasant wake up call for Jade. Franklin didn't say a word, he just backed off until he was out of the room. Trevor, now alone with Jade in the room, closed the door. He grabbed the little folding chair from against the wall and sat it closer to the bed. For a couple more hours, he sat there waiting. When it came to be about 11 o'clock at night, he drifted off to sleep with his head on her hip and hand grasping hers. Early that next morning, Jade came to. She had to take her time in letting her surroundings settle. She felt as if the room as spinning around her. After she blinked a few times to regain her vision completely, she looked over at the sleeping figure with her. He was still out like a light, and he looked so peaceful. Jade started to wonder how long it had been since he'd had a decent nights rest. Judging by how red his eyes were the last couple of times she'd seen him, she'd say it had been a while...or drugs...it was probably that too. That didn't matter to her now. She was just grateful that Trevor had saved her, and that he was still here. Slowly she untangled the fingers of her good hand out of his grip and moved it up to his head. She ran her fingers through his receding hair and traced his ear with her thumb. This earned her a low peaceful sigh from his sleeping form. Still out, he shifted and turnerd his head towards her. Jade went on to caressing him, touching his permanent battle scares, and even tracing the dotted line of his neck tattoo with her finger tips. Any other woman would find a thousand things about him to judge, but all Jade cared about was having him back in her life. It would take some time getting over the fact that he was a serious criminal, but the way she felt about him trumped even that. The day she said she would kill him because of what he was was the hardest thing she ever did. As she had rode away on her bike, all she wanted was to turn around and take it all back. Maybe if she had, they wouldn't be here now.

"Jade, baby." Trevor's voice broke her out of her deep thoughts. He was finally awake. She focused on his eyes as he closed the distance between them. His lips were dry and cracked, but his kiss meant everything to her. She returned it without hesitation. Trevor didn't dare break this kiss. He wanted it to last, to mean something. He wanted it to be the kiss that told Jade that he never stopped caring, not even for a second. It wasn't until they heard a knock on the door that they finally separated. Michael came into the room with a relieved smile.

"Hey Jade, good to see you. Remember me?" He challenged. Of course it was obvious to Jade.

"Michael Townley. It's been a while." She responded sweetly and reached our her hand for a handshake. Michael took it respectively and accepted her friendly gesture. Trevor stood up and walked to a chair that held new clothes for Jade to wear. He was ready to get her out of here. He wanted to spend quality time with her in a better environment.

"Beat it Mike, Jade needs privacy." Trevor said as he helped Jade stand up out of bed. Michael rolled his eyes and stepped out of the room so Jade could change. Trevor locked the door then turned his full attention toward the beautiful, battle scared woman behind him.

"Do you want to help me?" Jade asked with a mischievous look on her face. The thought of seeing Jade naked made Trevor's heart rate speed up.

"I'd love to." He said as he approached her to help get rid of her hospital clothes. He was cut short by Jade reaching out and stopping him with her good arm.

"Too bad, you're still in trouble." She winked then took the clothes from him. Trevor watched downtrodden as Jade walked to the small bathroom attached to her room and closed the door behind her. Now he understood. Jade wasn't going to just completely give herself up to him. She was going to make him work for it. With an agitated sigh, Trevor leaned against the wall beside the door and waited for her. A few minutes later, Jade stepped out wearing a black tank top with a dark blue button up plaid overshirt, dark blue jeans, and black tennis shoes. One sleeve on the plaid shift was rolled up, exposing her bulky cast. She was going to have that thing on for a while, Trevor knew it. She was very lucky to still have the arm at all.

"You look great." He said simply and snuck his arm around her waist to hold her. Jade didn't push away, this kind of contact was ok, it was the more serious stuff she was warding off for a while. She ran her good hand through her long wavy black hair and rolled her eyes.

"Please. I look like I got hit by a train." She said with a smile. Trevor leaned in for a kiss that Jade happily returned.

"The sexy train, maybe." His corny comeback made Jade giggle. Trevor opened the door leading out to the rest of the hospital.

"Where to now?" Jade asked curiously. Before Trevor answered, he shot a look of confirmation towards Michael who immediately gave him a nod. He had found a place for Trevor and Jade to stay thankfully. He texted Trevor the address and told him it was already furnished. That was good. He wanted it to seem like he'd been living there before. Hopefully Jade wouldn't catch on.

"I'm taking you home, baby. We have a lot of catching up to do."