Hello interwebers. Alright you guys I have an announcement/question. This story will be completed at 10 or 12 chapters, the answers I get to this question will decide it. Ok, do you guys want me to include the movie, which will make the story longer. Or not include it, rendering it to the shorter version. Which leads me to a whole new question. Would you also like a sequel One Shot with the second movie, that may or may not include a lemon. With those thoughts in mind, just answer any way you are comfortable. Just know that it will affect the story. Any who this chapter is just about healing and relationships. So without further ado chapter 9.

With the stab being much deeper than anticipated, it was a slow and agonizing healing process. For two long months Maggie was allowed to do little to no work. With the first two weeks being put on bed rest. The only thing that kept her sane was Tiny's company. The scarred man rarely left her side, after Baby sewed hurt wounds closed. Even after she was allowed to leave bed, he stuck to her hip, like flies to shit.

She didn't mind though, his presence was comforting. He had become her shadow and if she was honest, she wouldn't prefer it any other way. Him as her protector that night, seemed to make everything click into place. Like a light house in a furious storm, he was her beckon.

Tiny knew that it wasn't a good thing to like that his friend was hurt, but it meant he could be closer to her. He helped her in and out of bed, up and down the stairs. And even after she was allowed out of bed, she still wanted him close by. It was a dream come true, all of his time was being dedicated to this wonderful girl. His Doll.

Not a moment with her was dull either. She always kept the conversation alive, or she would just read aloud, not wanting to keep him out of her entertainment. He had gather every book he could find, from the luggage they had kept, and every night before bed she would read at least one chapter. Even when she slept she gave him amusement, she would snore and sometimes even talk. Could you believe his surprise when she would utter his name. Often just a soft whisper, but a few times in a lustful rasp. It made him want to wake her and ask what it means, but he never would. She needed her rest.

He had come to realize that she felt the same as he. Not so much as he realized it as, everyone pointed it out, until it all became to much and he confronted her. She admitted plainly of her attraction to him and he in turn precipitated, that he also felt many things for her. Although they have not done much about the situation, there had been more affection between them. The act of holding hands, shy pecks, and even cuddling.

Yes, Tiny had spent more nights in her room than his own these last couple of months. It wasn't that the room was unpleasant to Maggie, more of the people in the cages wouldn't give them any peace.

Maggie was the happiest she had ever been, even with the new scars on her back. She could feel the slight pull of the healed skin with her every movement. But it just reminded her of her current circumstances, which brought a fleeting smile to her face. She had a real, although psychotic, family. With a doting mother, siblings who would protect her by any means necessary. And on top of all that, a person who she could see spending the rest of her life with. With an almost breathy sigh, she continued to filet her newest patient's nose open.

A large man with crimson hair speeds down the highway, shouting orders to a timid, small woman in the passenger seat. His grip tightens on the steering wheel as he thinks of the disappointment, that is his daughter.

"You're the reason she's so weak." He slap the woman across the face, causing her to tremble harshly. "You're the reason my son didn't survive and I got stuck with such a waste of an excuse for offspring." Slamming his fist against the dash, he growled, he was enraged. He wouldn't be on this trip if not for his father, the man he respected most, telling him to find her. He could care less if the bitch was dead, but his father care a great deal for the abomination. So there he was, with his useless wife looking for the missing nuisance.

And when he found her, oh was he going to get rid of this rage.