11. Why don't you remember my name? Off with his head.

Paranoid Android- Radiohead

If Fran could guess, the moment he lost consciousness had been either the second he felt the car drop and he passed out in terror before he hit the ground, or when the car actually hit the ground.

He'd bet on the first one.

As he regained consciousness everything came back to him, but he didn't take it in right away. He blinked, it hurt to blink; he couldn't imagine what it would be like to actually try to move.

It was dark, but who knew what time it was and how long they'd been there. It was quiet except for the sounds of crickets chirping in the night.

At least they hadn't been caught. Fran thought, tasting dried blood on his lip. Dry grass tickled his cheek, he tilted his head trying to get catch a glimpse of his surroundings. There were a lot of pine trees but no signs of anyone, this worried the young man. Then he spotted the driver's side door laying a couple feet from him. Where was the rest of the car? And more importantly, where was Bel?

Bel. Fran jumped to a sitting position, and then winced at the pain that stung his body. It hurt everywhere, he couldn't pinpoint the source because, well he probably was injured everywhere. He flopped back onto his back. Ow.

He couldn't help but lay there and stare at the clear dark sky until the pain wore away. He needed to get to the others, but the stars… they never looked brighter. He'd be okay if he died right there, at peace, looking at something so pretty. But he couldn't die, not right now.

He rolled over to his other side, as gently as he could. It took a second for his eyes to adjust. He saw the car not too far off; it was wrecked but still pretty together despite the missing door. He couldn't see Bel or Nat, he panicked a bit.

They're alright Fran, he told himself.

With all the strength he had left he pulled himself in the direction of the car. This dragging eventually turned into a painful half-crawl, but he saw them and he didn't care. He made his way over there as fast as his broken self would take him.

From the way Natalie's body was sprawled out, it looked like someone had dragged her out of the car after the crash. Bel… Fran spotted him not too far off, as if dragging Natalie out of the car had taken everything in him, and he just passed out.

After checking if his girlfriend was still alive and stable, he crawled to Bel.

"Sempai…" The assassin's voice cracked, it hurt to talk.

He tugged at the knife wielder's sleeve. He seemed okay, he wasn't bleeding much, a nasty gash on his forearm but that was just a scratch to the mafiaso.

"Sempai!" Fran tried a bit louder, his voice was still rough.

He was going to tug on his sleeve again when Bel shot up.

"Fran!" He steadied himself; he had gotten up too fast.

"Sempai…" Fran tried once more to sit up, he gave up half way panting. "We need to get… get out of here."

The blond nodded in agreement. "Are you okay? You look awful."

"I'm fine you should wake her up." He motioned to Nat.

Bel walked over to the girl and woke her up gently. In the meantime Fran nearly killed himself standing up.

"Fran are you okay?!" She ran over to him, other than some bruises she looked fine too.

"I'm fine, we should find shelter though."

"I think I see a light this way." Bel pointed to a faint light in the distance behind some trees. "Probably a campsite or cabin."

"Let's hope it's empty." Fran began walking towards it, but after about 5 steps, his body gave out he collapsed.

"Fran!" Natalie shrieked as Bel helped him back to his feet. But he couldn't stay standing, his spine was sore and his side was killing him.

Bel kneeled in front of him, "Get on my back."

"I'm okay-"

"You can't stand frog."

Fran sighed, he was right; reluctantly he wrapped his arms and legs around his sempai. He still hurt a lot, but at least he didn't have to walk.

"They didn't follow us," Natalie pointed out. "You'd think they'd at least check if we made it or something."

"They did," Bel answered, "Fran used an illusion to make it look like we were dead."

"Illusion?" Natalie was confused.

"It's complicated, just think of it as a magic trick."

"Ah a mafia thing?"

"Yeah."

Bel knew Fran probably used his Hell ring to trick them, because a normal illusion wouldn't have worked. This was weird because he didn't see him use it, nor did he think there was enough time in the last 2 hours for him to even consider using it.

The illusionist had more brains than Bel usually gave him credit for. That was for sure.

Natalie ran over to a tree, and vomited behind it.

"Are you okay?" The blond called out, she held up a hand to assure him that she was okay.

When she returned she explained, "I'm still in shock."

Bel nodded understanding and they continued.

As they got closer to the light, it became more apparent that the small cabin was a sort of ranger station for the campgrounds. A rusty old truck was parked right in front of it, so there was probably someone there. Hopefully they were friendly; Fran probably didn't want his girlfriend seeing them murder someone for no reason.

They approached the screen door and Natalie tapped her knuckles on the glass half. There was no response but there was a yellow light coming from the end of the short hallway. She knocked louder.

"Coming." A voice called from the back.

A figure appeared at the end of the hall and as it came closer the group got a better look at the man.

He was old, but not senile. He could probably chop down a tree; he was certainly dressed as if he cut down trees. He was wearing a black tank top with a plaid shirt unbuttoned over it, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He wore normal worn out jeans. His hair was a mess of gray and blond.

"Holy!" The man exclaimed as he opened the door, "What happened to you guys?"

"Yeah," Bel began, "we drove our car off the turn up over there, may we clean up and use your phone to call for help?"

Natalie went along with it, "Our phones didn't survive with us."

"Um yeah come in, we have a first aid room," he waved for them to follow him, "Is your friend okay? Do we need to call him an ambulance?"

"Uh no he's fine-"

"I'm just tired from walking." Fran assured the man, "I can walk now Bel."

Bel helped him to the floor, and the man bought it. He continued to lead them to the back, through a sitting room and down another hall. At the very end he opened a door for them and flipped the lights on. "Here you go, help yourselves, I'll go get you guys the phone."

"Thank you, and no hurry." Bel said walking over to a white cabinet marked with a red cross, opening it and rummaging through its contents.

Fran walked over to a bed set up in the corner and flopped onto it. Ow. Natalie sat down on the edge joining him.

"Clean up." Bel tossed her a damp towel, a dry one, and a bottle of peroxide.

He himself rolled up his sleeve, the gash was still bleeding a bit but it wasn't too bad. He had thrown himself in front of Natalie during the impact; it probably was from the windshield. He checked for glass, rinsed it, and began to disinfect it.

He winced a bit, it burned.

"Do you need help?" Natalie turned to him finished cleaning the couple of scratches she had gotten. She was more bruised than anything but she was fine. "Ooo… that doesn't look pretty." She came over,

"I'm fine."

Natalie handed him some gauze.

"You should check on Fran." Bel motioned towards the lump on the bed, as he wrapped his arm up.

The girl nodded and went to the illusionist's side.

Bel washed his face, just a couple of scratches, nothing big.

"Fran… do you want to sit up?" Natalie shook his arm.

He only moaned in response.

"Common." Nat helped him sit up. "I have to check your injuries."

"Help him take off his shirt," Bel instructed as he got more towels and gauze. He rummaged through the cabinet some more and found some pain killers. Then he went over small water cooler in the corner and filled one of the tiny disposable cups with water.

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow!"

"Fran quit fidgeting, I can't…"

Bel turned to the bed, Natalie was struggling with Fran.

"What are you doing?" The blonde asked raising an eyebrow at the scene. Natalie was trying to pull Fran's shirt off over his head, but it hurt Fran to move his arms up. It was a button down shirt.

"Just undo the buttons." Bel grinned at them for their slow moment there.

"Oh…" Natalie hadn't seen the buttons; the shirt was a dark violet.

"Here take this first." Bel handed the painkillers and the water to him. It seemed that he had no use of his left wrist, so Nat had to hold the cup for him.

"Now take off the shirt."

Natalie began to unbutton his shirt.

"Oh.. my…" She stopped as soon as she saw the large purple bruise that was wrapped around Fran's small waist. "I'm going to throw up again." She said with a blank face, slowly backing up from the bed and dashing to the bathroom.

"Ow." Fran said plainly as he saw the bruise himself.

"I can't see…. How big is it…" Bel helped him get his arms out of his sleeves.

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Owww… Ow."

"Fuck." Bel sighed as he saw how big the bruise actually was. He poked Fran's side, with not much pressure.

"Ow."

His arm also had a large bruise, and a couple of scratches, nothing compared to the one on his side. That one looked raw, pink in the center and purple on the edges.

"He probably broke a rib." The man had returned with the phone. "You're gonna have to go to a hospital."

Bel frowned, but the man was right. Find the right hospital was going to be a problem, since the blonde had no idea where they were, more specifically where a hospital was that was 'affiliated'.

"I know a couple of 'friendly' hospitals around here." The man smirked.

So he was a 'friend'. Bel smirked as well, "Well we're going to need to borrow your truck then."


When he says affiliated he means with the mafia :)

Anyway I will probably update on Monday but no guarantees.