Hey guys. My throat's feeling a bit better, and I'm in writing condition. I wrote this for you. News on the new fanfic at the end of this chapter.

Cry's P. O. V.

I was standing with Felix on the bridge over a pond when a gunshot went off.

He took a half step back, out of surprise I assumed, until he fell to his knees and clutched his gut. I crouched beside him and hugged his head to my chest.

"Maybe the bullet missed, maybe it's just a cut..." I thought, listening for more shots. I had my hand on Felix's gut and felt the wetness seeping into his jacket. It was a full hit. Damn it! I thought about hospitals near by and the one that was close enough he might make it. Might.

I lifted him up and carried him as I ran in the direction of the hospital. I knew it hurt him every time my foot hit the ground, but it I didn't hurry he would die.

I made it to the hospital in time. They set him down on the gurney and wheeled him along with me running beside him. His breathing slowed to a stop. My heart followed suit.

"FELIX! NO! FELIX, PLEASE! NO!" He was wheeled into a room and I was locked out. I banged my fists on the door and screamed to let me in. After a few minutes the doctors opened the door and let me in. I shoved my way in and to Felix's side. He was hooked up to about twelve different machines and his eyes were closed. I pulled a chair up to his bed and sat down.

The deep sorrow of him laying there, on the verge of death, finally caught up to me and I put my head in my hands. I sobbed quietly for several minutes. I eventually calmed enough to speak my thoughts to Felix.

"It should have been me. I should be the one laying there with the machines hooked to my every limb and my life hanging by a thread, not you. It's all my fault." Suddenly it dawned on me.

The bullet had been shot from a gun. The gun had been held by a person. That person had a boss. And that boss had it out for me. Only one person hated me that much. Rage filled me, consuming my sorrow and turning it into hatred and bloodlust.

"No. This is Jake's fault! HE should be dead or dying, not Felix!" I made a vow. So long as I breathed, Felix's injury would be avenged. I would kill Jake, if it took 10 days, 10 months, or 10 YEARS! I stood up, already planning Jake's death.

I turned to my comatose boyfriend in the bed. I leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. I raced from the room and out of the hospital, head on for the sniper.

I felt a presence running beside me and turned to look. I stopped in my tracks and stared. "Felix?!"

Yes, Jake is who you think he is. I had to find SOME way to sneak him in here. Anyway, I'm writing my new CryxOC fanfic now, so don't worry. I'm still in pain guys, so only one chapter today, even though it's short. I will probably post my first chapter of the CryxOC today or tomorrow, if not, then later this week. Alright, that's it for the rambling. Bye, guys. -Starflight