I DO NOT OWN JONAS. Finally, a new chapter. It's short but I've written more. Please review!

Stella had gotten to the firehouse in time to see Kevin and Joe in their injured condition, Nick sitting on the couch, crying into his hands while Precious rubbed his back to try and make him feel better, and Macy leaning on the wall by the door, completely silent.


"What happened?" She asked, looking at Joe where he sat, next to the sink in the kitchen. Nick had calmed down completely and was walking Precious home. Everyone was still worried for the both of them, to say the least. "He just snapped." Joe replied, watching Stella take a dish towel and run it under water. "I would've done the same thing if I found out that was happening to you." He said quietly. Stella looked him directly in the eye, skeptical and silently scolding him.

"Maybe not." He decided, wincing since the cuts near his lips burned when they bled. He was almost afraid to speak because of the pain. He'd have to put singing on hold for awhile. Stella noticed he was hurting and started wiping his face with the towel. The white fabric slowly began to turn a disturbing shade of faded red, and Stella ignored her disgust. She reached up to clean the scratches near Joe's eyes, seeing where Nick s nails had left deep impressions. "I just hope he doesn t beat himself up over this." Joe told her, having the towel block his vision for a second, while she cleaned his bloody nose. The sad expression on her face was the first thing he saw after that. She barely looked at him when she whispered her reply. "He's already done that."


Kevin looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. His cheek was bruised, his lips were swelling, and every scratch on him still dripped blood. None of these things hurt worse than his head and his heart, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again, and unable to understand how something like this could ve even happened. He looked at his bruised hands, wondering what to clean first. Being alone at a time like this had him really depressed. A knock on the door told him someone knew that. He would've ran for it, if he had the strength.

"Payback time." Macy announced quietly. His aching face fell in reply; he didn't like the sound of that, even if she had said those words in a sweet tone. "What do you mean?" In response, she walked in and told Kevin to find a place to sit. He complied, reluctantly, confused about what she was doing. Naturally, he chose the counter of the sink as his sitting place. The sound of running water almost had him smiling.

"You're going to clean my blood?" He asked, completely astonished. Macy nodded simply, not understanding why he thought that was so amazing. She started with the scratches on his arms, being very slow and careful. She kept him eyes on him though, needing to make a point. "You did it for me." She whispered, while he watched, almost hypnotized. She seemed to have no fear seeing all that blood, and Kevin couldn't help but question why. He didn t ask for this, she made the choice to do what she was doing all on her own. To him, it was nothing like when he helped her, because that was needed. He decided to tell her what he was thinking. "But I had to. If I didn't do anything to help you—" "I would've died." She said bluntly.

Kevin gulped, feeling shot down by the seriousness used in her tone. Macy rinsed the washcloth thoroughly and then moved onto his face. He winced when she brushed against his bruised cheek. Even while looking right at him, she didn t notice the look on his face, in reaction to what she had said.

How can you stand looking at this?" The boys asked the girls as they continued cleaning their cuts, wordless most of the time. Downstairs and upstairs, different shades of brown eyes blinked. The answer was simple. "I can't." The sinks were now stained red. The boys stared, disgusted at the thought that they were looking at their own blood that their brother made spill. The girls turned away, with one last thing to say.

"But you've done so much for me... and I don't want to have to look at this mess anymore."