For the next few minutes, Flynn gently held Rapunzel on her side, so that if she gained consciousness, she would have nothing restricting her airways. He needed her, and he knew, that when Rapunzel was awake and ok again, he would rip whoever had hurt her to shreds.
He wouldn't be careful not to permanently damage him, like he had done with Rapunzel when they attended a couples wrestling lesson. He wouldn't hold back at all. He would make sure that the bastard who had hurt his perfect angel would be in so much pain, that the little cunt would spend the rest of his life warning others not to mess with us.
Flynn's grip kept tightening, his heart full of anger; until he heard a tiny breath escape Rapunzel's lips. "Rapunzel," Flynn started coaxing his fiancé to get up. Her heart was beating, and she was breathing. Flynn knew that she would get up. He also knew that as soon as she was back to normal, whoever had tried to get rid of her before, would hear her beautiful voice while she sang in the morning. Then the attacker would be back to get her.
Flynn knew he had to keep Rapunzel safe. As gently as he could, he picked up Rapunzel, as she was semi-conscious, and placed her in her bed. "I'll be back in a minute," he said, not knowing if she had heard him or not.
