Landing at the Leonardo da Vinci-Fiumicino airport is yet another reminder that I am no longer waiting on other passengers and have slowly transitioned into a traveler. We finally land and Santana pulls me along inside the airport and I marvel at how adept she is at weaving in and out of crowds without any noticeable effort. It helps that we leave the airport terminal immediately and head towards the train depot.

I've been to Rome a few times but they were quick visits and only for a few nights at a cheap hotel in the vicinity of the airport. There was hardly any time to explore the wonderful depictions of all there is to see and do in the old city. Modern pictures and advertisements line the wall while being mirrored by replicated structures from another time and I wonder if we had any time to do a little tour. I'm shaken out of my musings when we reach the train platform and board the red, white and green striped train with the Leonardo Express logo on its side.

I continue to follow along after my girlfriend as she walks through the train cars, seemingly searching for something specific and I see her face light up when I spot two familiar black bags placed in an overhead compartment above two empty seats. She lets go of my hand to motion me into the window seat before patting the bags a few times on the side and squeezing them to ascertain if our belongings are still inside. She pulls one bag down and sits beside me before rummaging in it and pulling out a familiar pouch which I take excitedly from her to strap to my leg. I lift my pant leg to cover it and I'm surprised at how lightweight it is around my body. I turn to smile at my lovely companion but I catch her slipping a gun into her back pocket instead and I am immediately reminded of another reason why we're here.

"San?"

"Yeah, Britt?"

"How is it that whenever we go somewhere the bags are always there?"

"You really want to know?"

"Kind of. I mean I know we're not bringing it with us on the plane and someone is sending it here, but how is it that you always know where to pick it up?"

"Well, most of the times I find out where I'm going to pick it up and I go there, but there are a few times where someone will leave it somewhere near us and we just have to be there when it's dropped off. Kind of like now. They know we're taking this train at this time and have packed everything up for us. Everything I need is basically taken care of when I need to do business. All I need to do is watch out for myself and you."

"Oh, I see."

Confused but unwilling to push the matter any further I let her vague use of 'They' slide and lean back, welcoming the spacious seating I'm afforded as opposed to the tight plane seats I am used to. I only realize that we haven't bought any kind of tickets for our journey when the conductor walks over ready to stamp our boarding passes. Santana doesn't seem fazed at all and pulls out two matching tickets to pass over.

I feel a little bothered by the fact that someone, if not Santana, is paying for all our expenses and I realize that I don't have any sort of money on me. I don't have any identification, or at least a real one. No credit cards, no cash and no means of communication with anyone that isn't associated with Santana. It leaves a little nugget of wariness in my heart as I watch my girlfriend settle in and blindly take my hand. A quick squeeze and I slowly push the thought of her leaving me stranded in an unknown city away as I watch the way her eyes begin their usual scan of the premises as we begin to move towards our destination.

Roma termini, or Rome's main city center, is a bustling mecca of people and shopping stores. Thousands of people hustling about their daily lives, whether they are tourists or locals, reminds me a little of home and I feel homesick for the first time since I made the decision to follow Santana around the world. We move out of the train depot and head outside to the large metropolis where the sounds of traffic and people converge as we begin to walk through the streets.

I carry one of the small bags on my shoulder and hold onto Santana's left hand as she knowingly walks us into one of the small streets away from the main intersection. We take our time, slowly looking at shop windows and purchasing some street food to hold us over for the time being. I marvel at the architecture of the buildings as we walk through the city. A mixture and blend of old and new can be seen from the quaint little boutique shops to the old churches as we stroll along, casually avoiding cars, Vespa's and scooters zooming down the road.

After a quick stop at a café for some cappuccino and tramezzini sandwiches, we head back out onto the streets and leisurely do some more window shopping. If I don't pay attention to the fact that my girlfriend is actually a deadly weapon packaged into a sexy body and that I have a stash of knives strapped to my calf, I can sort of pretend that we're just two simple girls going on a date in a romantic city. Indulging in that fantasy and pulling Santana along with me I hop over to anything that catches my attention and manage to get Santana to crack a smile as I buy her a cheesy tourist t-shirt that says 'Rome or bust' in bold red and green letters positioned across her chest.

Having the time to be silly with her brings a lightness back into my heart that I haven't felt for a very long time, even before meeting Santana. I laugh loudly as she poses for me near a store selling sunglasses, picking out the wacky ones and making sure to give me a wink or blow me a kiss when I try to stifle my laughter. She continues to make me laugh as we go from store to store and I almost miss the fact that we're walking solely down one street and have stopped turning into any side roads. I manage to catch a glimpse of the street sign announcing our steady path down Via di Monte Brianzo but I get distracted again by my girlfriend trying on a floppy farmer's hat.

By the time I remember to ask Santana where we're going, I catch the scent of water nearby. The distinct smell of sewers and wet concrete permeate the air as we turn a corner and are greeted by a long row of parked cars at the end of which we reach a small wall overlooking a river. Basing my guess on the small amount of knowledge I have about this city, I deduce that we've come up on the famous Tiber River. I am infinitely happier when Santana tells me that I have guessed correctly before coming up behind me and securely wrapping her arms around my waist. I lean back into her and enjoy the view of the murky water and the dozens of tourists surrounding it.

We continue walking next to the river as I point out a few things to San; the child running down the street, the loud chatter from a group of tourists and even a rat swimming in the river, or at least I think it's a rat. We come up on a bridge as we continue our path, passing two large statues of angels with their arms stretched up towards the sky. Strolling along towards the bridge we pass other large roman statues depicting men and women in various forms and positions before I stop Santana with a tug on her hand.

"Wait."

"Britt?"

"I think I've been here before, San."

"Really? Well the bridge is pretty famous, hence all the tourists. It's called the Ponte Vittorio Emanuele II and the angel statues on both ends are winged victories. Do you remember why you were here, B?"

"I was with Quinn. We had a flight delay or something so we bought a tourist map and hit up some places. We came here at night and it was all lit up. It made it almost magical, it was so beautiful. She said this was the perfect place to propose to Rachel if she ever had the chance to bring her here. I wonder how they're doing..."

"Brittany…"

Not wanting Santana to see my face I turn towards the river and walk up to the edge to lean over and watch my sad reflection in the murky waters. I didn't want her thinking that I didn't want to be with her, I did. I just miss my friends and I'll always feel bad about the way I left without any notice. Quinn must be worried sick. I hear San walk up behind me but I keep my eyes down hoping she won't see the mix of sadness, nostalgia and a little bit of regret flashing across my face.

"Britt Britt?"

"Yeah?"

"It's okay to miss them, you know?"

"I know…"

"Here, hop on!"

Confused and wondering what my girlfriend could be talking about, I turn around only to notice her kneeling down on the floor. Her eager face lights up when she notices my hesitation before motioning with her hands behind her back for me to climb on. I laugh and shake my head at how absurd the notion of Santana giving me a piggy back ride across a bridge in Italy seems. People are starting to look at us weird and I try to pull Santana up from her position but she resists and gives me a wink instead before turning around and motioning with her hands again.

"San, what are you doing?"

"Giving you a lift, now come on!"

"But I'm bigger than you."

"Size doesn't matter, plus I'm super strong, remember? Come on, B. Don't you trust me?"

Not wanting the tourists to gawk at us anymore I quickly climb onto Santana's back and squeal when she stands up and jostles me into a position where she has a good grip on my thighs. I wrap my arms around her neck and hug her as close as possible, feeling a bit awkward in my current position but excited nonetheless from Santana's spontaneity.

"Good evening, Ms. Pierce. Welcome back to Air Santana. There may be slight turbulence due to annoying tourists but we'll have clear skies soon. Are you ready for takeoff?"

"Yup!"

"Here we go!"

I feel her back rumbling and I laugh when I realize Santana is making engine noises before zooming us left and right on the bridge regardless of the people in the way. A few people laugh at us while others grumble under their breath about our childish behavior but I could care less. This is the Santana I've been so lucky to meet and I take it all in as I hug her tighter when she makes a jump off a staircase. I smack her lightly when she slows down to a walk and adjusts her grip on me again.

"Am I heavy, San?"

"Nope, just making sure my precious cargo is safe and sound."

"Aww, when did you get so sweet, hmm?"

"Psh, I don't know what you're talking about. Anyway, so about tonight we have a bit of time for ourselves and I was wondering if I could take you out on a date?"

"Yes! I've always wanted to have a fancy Italian dinner where there's a small band singing Bella Notte and then we can order spaghetti and meatballs and also-"

"Woah, okay okay. I got it, dinner tonight then and wear something fancy, B."

"But San I don't have any fancy clothes…"

"Where do you think we're going now?"

"Yay, new clothes and a dinner date! You're the best girlfriend ever!"

"You bet your fine ass I am!"

She laughs aloud and I giggle along with her as she begins to walk us away from the bridge but I suddenly notice a stiffness in Santana as she grips a little harder onto my legs. She starts to pick up the pace and speed walks through traffic as we weave in and out of the pedestrians. I shoot her a confused look when we finally cross the busy intersection as she continues to make a beeline down a busy street. A sense of déjà vu settles over me and my heart speeds up as I feel the urgency in her steps before looking around to pinpoint the reason for our distress.

"San?"

"Yeah?"

"Are we in danger?"

"Not sure yet."

"Do you know where we're going?"

"Depends…"

"On what?"

Her answer is immediately cut off as something heavy slams into us and the connection between our bodies breaks. I feel the pain instantly as the impact of my body being tackled and slammed into something jutting out from the wall makes me crumple to the floor. How ironic that my face is plastered on the floor yet again. A wet floor at that, wait, why is the floor wet?

My dirty cheek scrapes across the ground and I turn my head only to feel a sharp pain run up my spine and spread all across my back. There'll definitely be bruising there for sure. A few sprinkles of water drop onto my face and I look up to see a small basin above me where a dragon is depicted spitting out water with a large bird overhead. I wonder about the intricacies of a fountain made into an alcove before hearing the sounds of a struggle nearby.

Pooling all my strength and energy into my limbs I roll onto my stomach and blink back a few tears of pain as I struggle back on my legs. I wince every now and then as the strain of standing hurts my back but I look up just in time to see Santana get kicked in the face and tumble straight towards another fountain, her head smashing into the side of the concrete structure. I push myself upright using the fountain rim as leverage before straightening up. Ignoring the immense amount of pain in my back I zoom in on the large man walking towards my girlfriend and before I know it I am running full tilt into his massive body.

I use my momentum to jump off the ground and barrel straight towards him before latching onto his bald head and punching him as hard as I can. This disorients him enough to fall and I continue my assault until we both hit the ground and my pain comes back tenfold. I hear him mutter something at me as I try to crawl away but to no avail when I feel the pressure of a heavy boot stomp down on my back. I cry out for help but I hear the man bark out something in Italian and chaos erupts through the streets as the screams and yelling intensifies around us.

Taking this moment of distraction from the crowd I quickly reach down my body to wriggle my pant legs up before snatching one of my throwing knives and twisting over to jam it straight into the man's calf. The howl that he makes would have awoken the dead as I finally get the chance to roll away when the pressure of his foot leaves my back. I rip my knife out taking it with me and shudder as a spurt of blood covers my hand.

Ignoring the squelch that my knife makes as I tear it out of the man's leg, I scramble backwards as the behemoth begins screaming bloody murder and drops down to his knees before covering the hole I stabbed into his limb. Terrified but unwilling to back down, I maneuver myself closer to Santana's body, wishing the woman would wake up and fight alongside me. I keep a close eye on the man as he tries to stop the bleeding while I reach for my girlfriend and check for a pulse.

My hands tremble as I hold my knife in one hand and use the other to slide along Santana's neck. I breathe a sigh of immense relief when I feel the steady thump of her heartbeat push against my fingertips and send out a prayer hoping that her concussion isn't as bad as it looks. A streak of blood trails down her face from a cut on her forehead and I wipe it away with my fingers only to realize that both my hands are now stained with blood.

I shake her body a little, calling out her name but she doesn't respond and a little part of me dies inside at seeing her body so limp and unresponsive. Trying not to think about the worst case scenario I call her name out louder before slapping her face as hard as I can. That's what they do in the movies, right? Too bad real life isn't like that. I don't even wipe the tears from my eyes as I shake her harder, yelling out her name and hoping to god that she answers.

I am definitely not prepared for the amount of pain that erupts from the side of my head as I feel someone backhand me across the face. Something sharp cuts across my cheek and I vaguely recall seeing a glint of gold on the hand that hit me before I fall to the ground. I cry out when I feel the same boot crush down on my wrist before ripping away the throwing knife from my fingers. I am about to cry out again but hold still when I feel the cold steel tip of something sharp against the side of my neck.

Tilting my head as far away as I can from the sharp object I manage to see my own knife pressed right up against my neck and I hold my breath in case I get accidentally nicked. I finally have a chance to look up at the man who attacked us and I narrow my eyes at his smirk. His hot breath washes over me and I smell a waft of garlic before gagging a little at his proximity. I try to shift away but he puts a knee on my chest and the pain on my back comes back into focus. He smiles when I scream out and try to wiggle away but he only presses down harder on my sternum. I notice a large piece of black cloth is wrapped tightly around his leg and I feel a small sense of pride for at least trying to fight back.

From his clean-shaven head, the large diamond stud in his ear and the amount of jewelry that hangs around his neck; everything about him screamed shady and dangerous. His heavy-duty black boots are tucked behind him as he kneels on top of me and I notice the washed out jeans and dirty shirt before looking down at his hands, the same ones that hit me before. He sports various gold rings on his fingers, surrounded by tattoos with depictions of skulls and crosses. His bulk gives him the advantage as he towers over me and slides the knife around my skin. I automatically still my movements as he traces the knife over my chin and closer to my eyes. He says something to my face but my only focus is on how the sharp tip of my knife is scratching over my skin.

"You move, I kill you. Do you understand?"

I almost don't understand him considering his thick accent but I quietly murmur a yes and I see him smile wide with the rows of gold teeth in his mouth. Guess this guy can never go through a metal detector. The knife catches on the cut on my face left by his ring and I cry out in pain only for him to laugh at me and I cringe when I feel the spray of his spittle land on my cheeks.

"It hurts, no? What is it you Americans say? An eye for an eye? Si."

"Who are you? What do you want from us?"

He glances over in the direction of where Santana's body lies and I can see him think about what to say to me. Something sparks in my mind and I suddenly remember the gun that Santana always keeps on her body. It should still be on her and I glance over as well to see if I can make a run for it. My attention returns back to him when he grunts and nods his head over to San before speaking to me again.

"That woman, she is dangerous. I know her. But who are you?"

It's a small moment but I take advantage of his confusion for a split second and punch him right in the crotch. His groan and the pressure off my chest is all I need to scramble out from under him and crawl towards San's prone body. I am halfway across the floor before I feel a sharp tug on my leg and I look back to see the man holding onto my ankle.

"Get off me!"

"No! You cut me. Now I cut you!"

I scream for help and wonder where the authorities are before being dragged away from San and flipped onto my back. He sits on my chest again and I begin to hyperventilate as his entire weight is settled on my upper body. He grips my face and I struggle to shake his hand off but before I can do anything I feel the painful dig of my knife cutting into the open wound on my face. My body thrashes around and I scream until I am hoarse as he meticulously drags my knife down my cheek.

The pain is nothing like I've ever felt before and I cry as he continues to cut a vertical line up and down my face, ripping open my skin and laughing at my pain. I feel the warm flow of my own blood spreading across my face as he drags the knife back up until it passes my eyebrow before scratching straight down again and I can no longer tell if I can see from the amount of blood blurring my vision. I make a feeble attempt to grab at the rest of my knives but I can hardly stretch my hands out from the amount of pain all over my face.

The feeling of the steel moving through my flesh is like a molten hot rod burning its pathway through my skin while leaving me with nothing but pain and agony. I can still feel my lips moving and trying to yell out stop, but my voice is lost and I can't take it anymore. My consciousness starts to slip away and my vision becomes more blurred as the last thing I hear is gunshots before passing out.

I sense bright lights and muffled voices around me but every time I try to pinpoint the voices I instantly feel too tired and go back to my dreams instead. It's a long while before I finally open my eyes and keep them open as I look around me in confusion. My eyesight seems a bit off so I reach a hand up to my face only to come in contact with large padding covering the entire right side of my face.

The memories start to trickle in and I begin to relive everything that happened to me as I tentatively touched the soft bandage masking my face. My emotions are running amok along with the pain my entire body endured and I close my eyes, wishing that everything is all a nightmare and I'll wake up soon. I know I'm disoriented, hurt, confused and a myriad of other things, but the one clear question in my mind right now is, where is Santana? Where is my girlfriend?

Remembering the way her body was limp and hurt brings back my tears and I just let everything out. It probably isn't good for me to cry, what with the bandage on my face but I can't control the sobs that wrack my body. I double over on the bed I find myself on in a nondescript room before letting everything out. I hear someone come in and say my name but I continue to burrow into my body as much as I can to hide my face until I feel familiar rough hands wrap around my torso.

"Brittany."

Hearing her voice gives me some relief but I still can't control my tears as I try to shift away from her hold around me. She holds firm though and I stop my struggles so I can just lie there in her arms. I still feel groggy but I have a faint suspicion that I've been drugged beforehand. Although there is some pain in my back and around my face, it is no more than a dull ache and an irritant at best. It would also explain the weighted feeling in my arms and legs as I tried to roll away from Santana but couldn't seem to move my limbs.

"Oh god. Brittany, I'm so sorry. How are you feeling right now?"

"San?"

"Yeah, I'm here, Britt Britt. I'm here."

This time I carefully roll my body into her, making sure to tuck myself underneath her chin and use her shirt to blot my tears. Placing my hand on her chest and sighing at the feeling of her lips on my head, I try to time the beats of her heart, carefully breathing in and out so that I can sync up my own heart with hers. It takes a while before I am all cried out and the only thing I can hear in the room is both of us breathing. The silence is heavy and I feel the drugs in my system pulling me under again so I decide to speak to make some sense of my jumbled thoughts.

"San…it hurts."

"What hurts? Where do you hurt?"

"Everywhere. It hurts so much."

"Hold on, let me get someone so they can-"

"Don't leave me!"

I must've acted more frantic than I thought because Santana is already quietly shushing me and pressing soft kisses into my hair. I can't help the surge of fear coursing through my body at the thought of Santana leaving me again. Who knows what could happen to her next. I gather enough courage and willpower to tilt my head back so I can make sure that this isn't all a dream.

Good thing I can still see out of my left eye and I focus my vision on the woman murmuring soft assurances near my ear. The first thing I see is the stark white bandage wrapped around her head, a sharp contrast to the dark midnight hair that I've run my hands through countless times. I weakly lift my hand up to brush away a strand of her hair from her face before gently sliding my fingers against the rough bandage wrapped neatly across her brow.

"San, your head."

"I'm fine, B. No worries. It takes a lot more than a kick to the noggin to kill me. How are you feeling?"

"I'm tired and everything hurts. Make it stop."

"We can't give you any more morphine, Britt. I'm sorry but I'll see what I can do, okay?"

"Hmm okay, but where are we?"

"Right outside of Vatican city. I was going to meet an acquaintance somewhere around there after our date but that guy got to us first before we could even reach the basilica."

"Is he…"

"It's taken care of. Don't worry, just focus on getting better, okay?"

"Did your friend come and help us?"

"She's not my friend, not even an acquaintance to be quite honest. She's more like a business partner I'm reluctant to work with. It doesn't matter; as soon as you get better we're leaving."

"Wait. How long have I been asleep?"

"Almost 3 days, Britt."

"That long? Oh god! We have to go or you'll be late and-"

"Wait. What do you mean late? Late for what? Who told you I was going to be late?"

"I, umm, heard you talking to Mike and stuff."

"What else did you hear?"

"Nothing! Just that someone is expecting you. Please don't be mad at me, San."

"I'm not mad, Britt. I just don't want you to worry. I'll handle it, I promise. Now get some sleep or you won't get any better."

The reminder that my body is basically beaten and battered along with having my face cut open is still fresh in my mind and I cringe when she reminds me that I need to heal. She leans down and I watch as she slowly lowers her head toward my face to kiss me but I burrow into her chest instead, ashamed and embarrassed about my disfigurement.

"Brittany?"

"I don't want you to see…"

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?"

"No! I just don't want you to look…I'm so ugly now and my face. Oh god, my face!"

I scramble to bring my hands up to cover my bandaged visage but she catches my wrists before I can pull them all the way up. I feebly try to fight her off but give up after only a minute and I just slump against her instead. I am not the greatest looking gal out there but even I can tell that there is no amount of make up in the world to cover up a scar as long as my hand.

"Brittany, please don't hide from me."

"But I'm so ugly now. My face…"

"Your face doesn't make you who you are, Britt. I've been attracted to you since the moment you tried to serve me juice, but what really reeled me in is you. The you that plays along when I have silly moments. The you that is steadfast and strong about your feelings. The you that cares so much about a random stranger you met on a chance encounter and most definitely the part of you that has stayed by my side through thick and thin."

"But I'm going to have such an ugly scar and everyone's going to say stuff and I might have to wear an eye patch and I should've dragged you away when I had the chance but I was too stupid to-"

"Stop. You're a hero, Britt. You saved my life and I almost forgot to thank you. I am so proud and thankful that you chose to stick with me even with all the bullshit going on in my life. You'll never know how much I need you, Britt, so please don't say you're stupid. If it wasn't for you we both wouldn't be here right now."

"But I didn't even-"

"You saved both our lives, Brittany. Plus, I think scars are super sexy."

"You do?"

She slowly detaches from my body and I whine when I am free from the safety of her arms. She slips off the bed and onto the floor before taking off her shirt and tossing it to the side. I notice the little white scars automatically, having seen and traced them whenever Santana has her shirt off. A few large tattoos drape themselves across her body and at first I thought they were random quotes in Spanish but upon closer inspection I could make out a few words that led me believe they were bible quotes. She started tracing the scars and I become mesmerized by the way her finger moves across her body.

"The small ones are from when I was being stupid and landed on pieces of broken glass. This one right here is from a bad knife fight. That one is from getting shot, the skin is still tender but Susan did a great job so it doesn't hurt. This one is when I was 12 and I got beaten for stealing diamonds from a store."

"They beat you for stealing diamonds? I don't understand, why would the store employees do something-"

"Not the employees. My boss did it. Punishment for accidentally dropping a diamond. This one is from jumping out of a moving train; sliced up my arm real good. Falling off a building, had a bad car crash, got knifed again here and the rest I pretty much forgot."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I want you to know its not about what the scars look like but how you get them that counts. Brittany, you could've left me to die but you saved my life and I will always remember that. You are so beautiful and nothing will ever change what I think about you."

Totally lied to myself, definitely was not finished crying. By now I probably need to change my bandage from soaking it with all my tears but I can't seem to speak, especially with Santana looking so earnest with her words. She smiles at me when I reach a hand out to her and wait for her to climb back into bed with me. I finally calm down enough to relax back into her arms until a small hiccup pops out of my mouth and I can't help but laugh at my own body's response to a long period of crying. I hear Santana giggle next to me and I pinch her for laughing at me.

I feel her squirm away from my touch and I am infinitely glad that she is still shirtless because I let my hands roam all over her skin. I trace the visible scars all over her body and I admit there is definitely something sexy about how her scars make her even more appealing. Her entire body riddled with the marks of dangerous situations and survival. Like a treasure map I trace each scratch from one to another, trailing my fingers and lingering over the more painful looking ones.

Santana begins to shift next to me and I notice how her breathing is slowly getting heavier as I continue my exploration. I trace lower to see what would happen but I'm immediately stopped with gentle hands lifting up my face. She tips my head to the side, careful of my bandages before easing my chin up, taking in a small breath of air and pressing the softest kiss I've ever felt in my entire life onto my lips. I'm still reveling in how sweet and velvety San's mouth is before I feel her smile and move her lips more fluidly, urging me to kiss her back. I yield to her request and happily let her kiss me as slow and soft as she wants. Too bad all good things come to an end as the sound of our room door being kicked wide open startles me and Santana out of our embrace.

"Alright, you gay skinny bitches need to get out of my house before I throw you both in a nearby dumpster!"

"Who the fuck let you out of the zoo, Zizes? Shouldn't you be under lock and key for being an endangered white rhino?"

"Say something to my face again and I'll snap you like a chicken leg, Santana!"

They continue to scream and bicker while I watch as they fling insults back and forth across the room. Every second they get louder my head starts to throb and I wince in pain when San screeches something about burning whale oil and my head feels ready to explode. I immediately try to put a stop to it by inserting my own commentary.

"You both need to stop! Shut up!"

"Excuse me, but who the hell are you? Just because you and Santana are scissor sisters doesn't mean you can butt into our conversation like that. Now what the fuck do you want?"

I look at the large woman standing in our room and I shrink a little under her intense stare. Santana begins to growl next to me and I already feel the fight that is about to explode from her body. But my head really hurts and I'm slowly starting to feel the stinging pain in my face so I say the only thing that would diffuse the volatile atmosphere in the room and hopefully ease my pain.

"May I have some more drugs please?"

A/N: So I've definitely learned some things about when and where to write my fics. Obviously I shouldn't do it right before and after a flight because for some reason my anxiety messes with my words haha. Sorry for the delay but I just couldn't figure out how to get this chapter and after a grueling fight with my beta yelling at me I've finally finished this. As always I hope you all enjoyed it and please read and review to your heart's content lol. I find myself apologizing frequently for my lateness and my horrible updating schedule so instead of more false promises of faster updates or whatnot I will just post an 'apology' fic. I am sort of writing something new but I'm not going to invest a lot of time in it, I'll update that fic sporadically or when there is a significant lull in my next update for sky high. So please keep a look out for that one, it's called Dulces In My Life :)