So, last time I gave you guys a cliffhanger, and some of you reviewed. I like that. It does give me motivation to keep writing. Keep doing it please! I like it when you guys tell me what you think, plus, it gives me ideas on how to trip you up! Muwahaha! I'm evil, I know. You should see what I do to my friends…

Disclaimer: Once again, I do NOT own VicTORious…No matter how much I wished I did…I think it'd be more interesting…

Whereabouts: Unknown-in route to hospital

Beep….Beep….Beep….Beep

"Ma'am, do you know where this young man's parents are? Does he have any next of kin to inform of his condition?" A male voice asked urgently, it sounded fuzzy; I could feel hands touching everywhere. There was a mask covering my mouth and nose. It was hard, but I opened my eyes and struggled to keep them open. I looked around, seeing the inside of an ambulance with an emergency responder sticking me with an IV drip. The man noticed my eyes, and rushed to flicker a flashlight in them. He held my eyelids open and waved the bright light back and forth. "Sir, can you hear me?"

"Ack…J-a-ck" I coughed, blood spattering the mask. Pain zinged with the rough movement, and I reached up to ease it. I couldn't move one of my hands seeing as it was strapped to the gurney, and my other hand was in the possession of a worried Cat. She had tears streaming down her face and her eyes were closed.

"Jack? Your name is Jack?" I shook my head, even that simple action took a lot out of me. It was getting harder to breathe, and the pain was getting worse. My brain was thinking I was safe, and it felt like I was trapped. I ripped my hand out of Cat's and pulled the other out of the strap. "Hold it, you're going to stretch the make-shift bandage!"

"Jaden, stop! You're going to hurt yourself!" Cat pleaded with me, taking my hand again. My nostrils were flared, and my chest was heaving, I couldn't breathe.

"Hhk!" More blood spilled into my mask and the EMT pushed me down onto the gurney again. My chest was warm and wet, and the guy was patting gauze onto it. My eyes closed and I choked on my own blood.

"He's seizing! Let go of him! I have to use the defibrillator!"

Beep…beeeeee-p….beeeeee

Beep….Beep…Beep…Beep…The heart monitor continued its unrelenting constant sound. The room was dark, and I couldn't see anything. Wait, that was just my eyes being closed. It felt like a hundred pounds were resting on my eyelids as I struggled to open them. After what felt like hours, I finally achieved my goal. The bright fluorescent lights hurt my eyes as I cracked one after the other. Looking around the room, I noticed how empty it was. I sat up, a pang of pain slithered into my torso as I did. Resting on my elbows, I had a better view of my surroundings. There were a few chairs scattered about the room, and one in the corner, with a snoring Beck slouched in it. He looked so peaceful, propped up with his head leaned back against the wall. Just then, a cough racked my body, sending another twinge of pain through my system. Beck startled awake, eyes immediately finding me.

"Oh, you're awake. That's good." He stood up and walked over to stand beside the bed. His eyebrows were drawn together and a frown creased his lips. He looked like he couldn't decide where to put his hands, crossing and uncrossing his arms nervously. "You know, when we left you and Cat, I figured you would be fine. You knew where your car was, how long it should take you to get there. What happened?"

"I got distracted I guess." Another bout of coughing interrupted me, and I reached up to cover my mouth. Taking my hand away, I noticed a few specks of blood on my palm. I wiped it off on the paper gown, crinkling the thin material easily. "It didn't help that I had Cat draped on my arm and my slight obsession with star gazing."

"You're lucky I got here as quick as I did. Cat had told the EMT that you next of kin was your actual family, thinking of them as your aunt and uncle. They had no idea who you were, and almost came up here. Cat had called me next, and I rushed over here to get Dr. Abrams as your surgeon. Speaking of which…" Just as he finished, Abrams strutted in with his clipboard.

"Ah, Mr. West, we meet again. Except, last time, you didn't have a hole in your chest. Can you tell me why that is? I expected you to be in better shape than this." He clucked his tongue, shaking his head and tapping his pen on the clipboard. He came over and prodded me in the shoulders with a finger, looking me up and down.

"Not my fault a drunken idiot decided to mess with me last night." I slapped his hand away, not liking the pain he was inflicting. I was not looking forward to this strange man's visit again, after the last time.

"Jade, it wasn't last night, you were out for two days. They had to restart your heart twice. You were in ICU all day yesterday and just got cleared this morning." Beck scratched his head, not looking at me.

"So that's why I feel like crap." I chuckled, before realizing that it was not a good idea. A groan escaped me, and I plopped back down onto my pillow. "Uh, that was stupid."

"Yeah, no kidding. You need to take it easy, you're going to be released in a few days. That hole in your chest needs to heal." Beck patted my forearm affectionately, just like the times when he was patronizing me for torturing Tori.

"Luckily for you, the bullet only hit your spleen and just barely clipped one of your lungs. You are a bleeder, Mr. West, and that's what made your heart stop. You're lucky that we found a donor for you in time. Also, be glad that I'm an omni-doctor, and that I specialize in everything." Abrams pulled the paper gown away from my torso to check the bandaged wound. "It looks like it's healing well, and you can live normally without a spleen. I do recommend taking it easy for the next weeks following, and come in for a check-up every Thursday. Oh, and I have some results from the muscle tests that I took. It does seem to be permanent, and I subjected the mass to see if there was any possible way to force a change. You will have to figure out other means for changing back. I'm sorry, Mr. West, I've run out of options. Perhaps you can bring me what brought on this change in physiology? I may be able to procure another group of ideas to fix your problem. For now, don't do anything too strenuous, or I will happily strap you to that gurney and leave you to my nurses' devices." He had an evil glimmer in his eyes, and I figured he'd keep that end of the deal. I nodded, and he patted my head before leaving the room.

"That man scares me." I looked over at Beck, now seeming more relaxed. He had a small smile, and his grip on the gurney bar slacked.

"You have some visitors, besides me, of course." He turned to wave some people in. They weren't just any people, it was Andre, Robbie, Tori and Cat. I tried looking happy to see them, but I felt like a kicked puppy. My pride was out the window as I was stuck in a paper gown, and trapped to the gurney. Here I was, big, strong Jade in the hospital with nothing more than a sheet of paper blocking my nudity. I was a little embarrassed to say the least.

"Hey, guys…" I coughed again, wincing as my wound tweaked. Tori and Cat rushed to my side, smoothing my hair down and cooing quietly.

"Aww, Jaden, you look terrible! Have they been treating you well? How's your side? Is it healing well?" I was bombarded with questions from the two girls. I won't say that I minded, because I did need the soothing touch for my frayed nerves. Taking a deep breath, I eased into my act, preparing for any questions coming my way.

Tattoo parlor-One month later

"You sure you want to do this?" Beck followed me into the shop. The door swung open with a small bell dinging with the motion. "Tattoos are permanent, you know."

"Yeah, and I want to remember how I got this." I pointed to my torso, right at my freshly healed wound. The black tank top I was wearing left little to the imagination, and I could see the girl at the counter eyeing me.

"Well, what are you planning on getting for it?" He was staring at me with one eyebrow raised. Always wondering what I was planning on doing next.

"I've got the perfect title for it. Something that no one will understand except for us, and our friends." I walked over to the counter, and set up an appointment for me in the next ten minutes. Beck just stared at me, waiting for the answer patiently. Giving him a sly grin, I told him, "Bullet for my Valentine."

So, you guys like what I just did there? Hmm? Yeah, sorry, being a little corny, but the way I see it, if Jaden goes to the beach or something, and someone sees that tattoo, they'd think s/he was a fan of the band, and not falling hard for our petite red head.

Just a heads up, these next two months are going to be a little sketchy for me updating wise. I'll be up working at camp, and there's no internet there, I'll do my best to be consistent. I hope I can get chapters up on either Saturdays or Sundays. The weeks of June 1st-June 14th I will be out of the country. I apologize in advance! I hope to get you something before that that will appease you! Wish me a safe trip, I'm going to Italy! Woo!