A figure was standing in front of her. It crouched down and placed a gentle hand on her face. She couldn't see who it was, couldn't make out any features. All she knew was they were wearing blue. The person situated their hand under her head and an arm under her legs. She felt numb as they lifted her off the ground. A warmth radiated off the stranger and she rested her head against their chest. A breeze swept over her, the person could fly. That meant it could be one of five people. But if they were wearing blue then it was most likely either Bubbles or...Boomer. It couldn't be Bubbles, she could feel the person's well sculpted torso. But how would Boomer find her? It had to be Brick in disguise. He always followed her, he had found her and was rescuing her. She was safe now. Brick had her and he wouldn't let anything happen. Butch couldn't harm her. All the worries fled her mind and she allowed herself to drift asleep.

...

"Yes, I can feel it." Blossom said as the nurse touched her leg. The woman had been thoroughly inspecting her for what seemed like hours. Blossom was getting very annoyed, all she wanted was answers and this lady was not obliged to give her any.

The door opened and the doctor strode in. The second he saw Blossom, he smiled from ear to ear. "Ah, Ms. Utonium. Pleasure to see you again."

She smiled back. "Or awake at least."

He chuckled and approached her, instructing the nurse to fetch more bandages. He set his clipboard down on the bed that Blossom was sitting on the edge of. "How is your vision?"

She shrugged. "I can see through these walls and a mile away outside the window. My hearing is perfectly fine as well as my sense of touch, smell, and taste. I have a minor headache, but nothing to worry about. And the only thing that is in any way bothersome is my leg, which even that is a minuscule pain."

He nodded, impressed. "Good. So, seeing as you're intelligent enough to know whether or not you're in need of medical attention I am going to let you go with only a few simple words. Your clothes are over there on that chair-" He pointed across the room. "You may change in privacy as soon as I leave. Your stitches will need to be taken out in about 2 weeks, depending on how well things go. Clean the wound daily, use hydrogen peroxide to clean it if anything gets on it. Re-wrap it every other day and apply a thin coating of antibiotic cream, which they will give you at the counter. If you have any questions or need to come in for something, call my number-" He handed her a slip of paper. "Take it easy for the next couple of days, alright?"

She glanced at the piece of paper while nodding. "I will."

The doctor was about to leave but Blossom was not willing to let him go without answers.

"Who brought me here?"

He paused, then faced her. "I didn't catch his name."

"Describe him to me."

The doctor took a moment to think. "He had short, pulled back blonde hair. Very dark, blue eyes. He was about 5'10" and fairly lean. I think he was wearing a blue t-shirt and black track pants. He didn't speak much, simply brought you here, told us what happened, and left."

She frowned. "Told you what happened? What did he say?"

The doctor sighed, "Perhaps you'd like to see the security footage?"

She turned and spotted a camera in the corner of the wall. "Yes, I would."

...

The doctor allowed her to get dressed before taking her to the computer security room. There, he pulled a chair out for her that was in front of the screen which was currently recording the bed she had just been sitting on. With a few touch of buttons, the computer flashed back to last night. The minute it started playing, Blossom's eyes widened in surprise.

"Hello-Uh, is she in need of medical attention?"

"Obviously, why do you think I brought her here?"

"Well-"

"Well nothing! She could be dying right now. You need to help her!"

"We need some sort of background information."

"What do you mean?"

"What are her injuries? How did she receive them?"

"Oh, well...she got in a, erm, fight. Theres quite a few bruises and cuts which you can decide if they need fixing up or not. But the major thing is her leg, it got cut on glass while she was, um, well it's not important. Also she kinda passed out so maybe theres a head injury? Although I don't remember her hitting her head so probably not...If theres some sort of paying fee or whatever then I'll take care of it. I know this is super sudden and all but you guys are used to that, I'm sure. So, just fix her, okay?"

Blossom was surprised by how much Boomer had calmed down and how much care was laced in his voice.

"We will, sir, don't worry. It is greatly appreciated that you brought her in, I'm sure she would be very thankful."

"Yeah, whatever."

Boomer set his face into a frown before turning and walking out the doors.

The doctor hit pause and Blossom leaned back in her chair.

"I so did not expect that."

He clasped his hands together. "It was an interesting turn of events...but I suppose none of this is any of my business." He took a step back and motioned towards the door. "You are all clear to leave the hospital. Remember to call in if you feel like you need medical attention."

She slowly stood up and locked her gaze on the screen. The lean figure of Boomer was frozen mid-exit, nothing would have seemed out of the ordinary to anyone...but Blossom was particularly observant. She saw the way his back muscles clenched and his shoulders sagged. He was both fearful and guilty, which shocked her. Boomer never seemed to pay much attention to her, not anymore than a genuine friend would, and the amount of care he was showing in the footage was completely out of the ordinary. It was obvious, even to an idiot, that she wasn't going to die last night. Boomer had to have known that. She was a superhuman after all, she could take extreme measures of pain and still be alright. So why did Boomer act this way? And why was he seemingly guilty? He saved her, he should be proud. Something was amiss.

"Thank you." She spoke, trying to put formality into her tone.

The doctor gave her a curt nod before she left.

...

He was fuming, raging, pacing around his room with flames searing the ground beneath him. His brother had hurt her. He caused her to bleed. To cry. To scream. Brick couldn't take it, his anger was blinding him. White spots filled his vision. He felt nauseas, like he could punch the wall and cause the entire world to blow up from the single strike. How dare he touch her. No one, NO ONE, hurt his counterpart, ever. She was his and anyone who threatened to harm her would die. No exceptions. He needed to see her, needed to make sure she was okay, hold her in his arms and kiss her, feel the warmth and softness of her body against his. He had to see the injuries and know exactly what Butch had done and what he would get in return.

He threw his hat onto the ground and furiously ran his fingers through his short burgundy hair. Every muscle in his body was strained, every vein was popping, he was dripping sweat, and didn't know what to do. Where would she be at this moment? He had heard about what happened from Boomer, last place he said she was in was the hospital. But it was Blossom, she couldn't sit around in there for long. She would take the first chance she got to escape. Then...she would return home. Of course. She had to be home and if she wasn't, then he would simply wait for her. Either way, he would have her tonight and he would find out what happened between his counterpart and brother.

...

Blossom avoided her sisters and didn't allow them to see her injuries. She had to come home to make sure they knew she was alive and so that she herself could know that they were alive as well. For some reason though, the thought of Butch harming her sisters never came to mind. He only had his sights set on her, no one else. She was semi-thankful for that. So once she found that her sisters were safe, she went to rest in her bed.

She laid her head against the fluffy pillow, breathing in the wonderful vanilla scent of her room. The hospital was hell, even if she was only there over night. Everything about the place was morbid and strict, she hated it. Being home felt good, she felt relaxed, yet still wary. An unease was set in the bottom of her stomach and she couldn't help but worry that Butch would come after her again. She didn't feel completely safe. But that feeling didn't last long.

"Blossom..."

She had just closed her eyes when they shot back open at the sound of his seductive voice. He towered over her bed, staring at her with incredible want and lust. Hidden behind those pupils, however, was powerful rage. She knew immediately that he had heard about what happened.

In the blink of an eye, he was sitting behind her and she was wrapped up in his arms, resting in his lap as he nestled his face into her neck. She winced as his cheek rubbed up against a cut. He felt her flinch and pulled away.

"You're okay?" He asked.

She nodded, allowing herself to melt into him. "I suppose you want the details."

He kept his arms around her waist as she shifted to face him.

"I was flying over to your house at 10, somewhere near all the alleys. He attacked me from behind and started fighting me like when we were kids. I only got a few hits in, but I really didn't want to fight back. Then he threw me into a building and before I could get up, he stabbed me in the leg. I thought it had been glass but turns out he had a knife. The fight went on for an hour then I was exhausted and tried to find out who he was. He told me he was my best friend, savior, hero, and...lover. Then he put the knife to my throat and started threatening me before taking me to some abandoned building. He took these chains that were connected to the wall and wrapped them around my hands. He asked me a bunch of questions then left. Thats when I escaped. But while trying to get home, I started throwing up and passed out in an alley. Boomer, apparently, brought me to the hospital. I stayed there overnight and just got home 20 minutes ago." She finished.

His eyes had darkened. "Show me."

"The injuries?" She asked.

He nodded and she scooted away from him, forcing him to remove his arms. She stood up and pulled off her pants, which she was wearing shorts under, revealing the large, stitched up wound on her thigh. His gaze grew even darker. She rolled her sleeves up, showed him her torso, exposed her neck by tying her hair into a ponytail, and pointed out each bruise and cut on her face. He thought he was angry before, but now...he was murderous.

Blossom saw how enraged he was and understood how badly she needed to calm him down. Knowing Brick, he would go out and kill his own brother along with half of townsville...and if he really got riled up he could destroy the entire planet. Super humans could be very dangerous weapons.

She returned to his lap and curled her arms around his neck. She placed a gentle kiss on his lips and stared deeply into his burning red eyes.

"I'm okay, honestly I am. It takes a lot to hurt me. I've been in worse conditions and situations. I promise you we will work this out, but let me talk to Boomer before you go after Butch...please?" She spoke so softly that his anger began to fade. She was just so beautiful, so sexy, so strong, so empowering, and bossy...she was a fucking goddess in his eyes. He could never say no to her.

He released an irritated sigh. "Fine. But if Butch makes any nasty remark towards you whatsoever, if he threatens, touches, or even looks at you the wrong way I'll kill him."

She knew he was dead serious. Her heart was pounding even as she calmly responded, "Okay."

As he looked at her, his rage began to turn into lust. The only way he could prevent himself from going on a murderous rampage was by protecting his counterpart through a claim. His grip on her waist tightened and his body began to heat up.

She saw the hungry look in his eyes and smirked. "You know...my body is still super stiff from laying in that hospital bed for 11 hours. Think you can help loosen me up?"

His eyes widened slightly and he pulled her so close that she could smell the flames on him. "I can definitely help with that, Pinky."

Lust was so thick in his tone that it made her stomach flip and the way he held onto her with so much aggressiveness made her heart race. She couldn't take it, he was too damn good looking. She closed the space between them and crushed a deep kiss against his lips. He instantly responded by slipping his hand underneath her shorts and grabbing her warm, smooth thigh. She breathed against his lips as he pulled away and stared into her eyes. The passion and dominance in his gaze lit her on fire. She clutched onto his shirt near his neck and her eyes begged him to continue.

"You're mine." He stated. "You've always been mine. I'm not going to let anyone take you away from me."

His grip on her thigh was slightly painful because of her stitches, but sometimes she enjoyed a little bit of pain. Sometimes, she allowed someone to hurt her only because she trusted them and knew they would never pass her limits. Brick, would never pass her limits. Brick, was the love of her life. "I know." She whispered.

His hand traveled under her shirt and to the back of her bra. He gently and effortlessly unclasped it and tossed it aside. She raised a seductive eyebrow.

"You know the rule." She teased.

He smirked and removed his shirt, revealing his gorgeously lean, sculpted torso and muscular arms that now circled her waist. He brushed a kiss over her neck before leaving a bruise on her collarbone, being careful not to touch any cuts. She pulled his face back up and kissed his lips. Her pink eyes sparkled with joy.

"I was confused for so long." She said. "I didn't think you could ever be the good guy. I didn't believe you truly loved me. I thought that of all people, you were the last one I'd choose. But now-" She stared into his crimson eyes. "I know that you're the only one...you'll always be the only one."

Her words sparked a warmth in his stomach and he leaned closer to her. "I love you so fucking much, Red."

The huskiness of his voice made her face turn pink but she smiled. "I love you, too."

And he kissed her with a passion unlike any other, holding her tight, as she was his.