Disclaimer: I do not own Skip Beat! or "Savin' Me" by Nickelback.

WOW! I hit 100 reviews, my first story that got there, you guys are awesome :) So I wrote this one after reading chapter 165, even before I wrote the "Ren" chapter of my mini-series, and I wanted to get it out before 166, but it looks like I'm a little late. Knowing that, this was something that I thought of, although would never happen in the manga, it was just inspired by the cliffhanger ending. This song is one of my favourites that I thought it was just so fitting (especially for Ren). Enjoy!

Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

Heaven's gates won't open up for me
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you
These city walls ain't got no love for me
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I'm callin'
And all I need from you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'

As she approached the scene her senses were overwhelmed with the smell of burning rubber. Her heart rate began to accelerate and a cold sweat settled over her skin. Her breath became ragged as she quickened her pace, looking for that familiar face in the crowd.

She found a face, one she knew to always be collected in times of high stress and tension. When the look of sheer panic fell to her eyes, she knew there was something to be worried about.

Her legs halted, chaos ensued around her.

She saw many of the faces she was used to working with, so used to their kind and approachable eyes, now full of terror and fear. They all look worried and desperate. Just a sea of anxiety and horror, it was suffocating her. In the distant background, she heard a little boy crying.

Even though she knew she had to move, nothing compelled her. She wanted to know, she needed to know, but she hesitated – she wasn't sure if she could handle it.

Yashiro finally caught her eyes and made his way through the crowd towards her. From the look in her eyes, he knew she wasn't eager on talking. Flicking his head, he began to lead her towards what she had run here for.

Disappearing into the crowd, Kyoko did not follow him. She took a deep breath inwards and released a shaky one. In the distant background, she heard sirens.

Blood.

Her body tightened as the smell overtook her surroundings.

Whose blood?

Squeezing her eyes tightly, her hands balled into fists, trying to think about anything but what was happening around her.

"Kyoko-chan."

She looked up at Yashiro and nodded. She followed him.

She saw a large number of people huddled together. She recognized the director and Rumi-san immediately. The group parted for them. The nauseating smell of burnt rubber grew stronger. The concern and horror was thick in the air, it was stifling her.

If she had been lost in her thoughts moments longer, she would have bumped right into Yashiro, however, she stopped at the tip of his heels. Peeking over his shoulders, her entire body stiffened.

His head hung limply against the steering wheel, his eyes were closed. Blood was smeared across his face and she could see a large gash with a stream rolling from his head, down his cheek, long his chin, slowly dripping. He didn't move. No movement in the chest. If it hadn't been for the blood, she would've laughed at the overworked actor looking for a bit of sleep in his car.

The car that was now one with the brick wall. Smashed to pieces, glass shards and bits of the vehicle were scattered haphazardly.

"W-why."

Yashiro looked behind him.

"Why are we all just standing here?"

Her voice was full of command and power.

She moved towards the car but Yashiro caught her wrist.

"We can't move him. We could make his injuries worse. For all we know he could be—"

Kyoko snatched her hand back quickly enough to cover her ears and shake her head.

"NO!" She yelled. "Nii-san is fine."

"Kyoko-chan…"

"We have to get him out, I'm the one that does the laundry, and getting those stains out will not be fun."

"Move."

Kyoko was tossed aside as three men approached the car and opened the door. One man quickly held onto Ren's head as the other grabbed a stretcher. The other supported his back and legs and they lay him on the stretcher, rolling him towards the ambulance, she felt Yashiro's hand tighten around her wrist and pull her out of the crowd.

"We're going with him."

She felt herself be picked up and thrown on a sit. Leaning against the cool metal, the smell of blood found her again. Closing her eyes, she saw white.

Her eyes opened and the brightness of the white walls were excruciatingly painful. Her head felt heavy, but no pain compared to the one aching in her chest. She was still in her Natsu outfit. Looking around, she recognized no one.

Stumbling out of her seat, she approached what seemed to be the nurses' station.

"Tsuruga Ren, where?" Her voice was cracked and her mouth dry but those were the first words out of her mouth and she didn't know why.

"Look, I don't care how many times you've seen his movies, get out."

Kyoko focused her eyes on the woman and everything darkened. Resentment bathed in utter aggravation filled the environment; Kyoko's features twisted into that of a malevolent creature.

"Where. Is. His. Room." Each word spat out with utter spite, each spelling out a death sentence if her wish was not granted immediately. If there was one thing she remembered, it was that he was here and she needed to go there.

The nurse shakily pointed down the hall. Kyoko looked in the direction and nodded.

Yashiro looked at her first. The President was there as well. Looking around, she couldn't help the rush of warmth and happiness that filled her.

"Otou-san."

Saying the simple words brought her relief beyond belief.

However, he held an unfamiliar woman his arms, even with her reddened and swollen eyes she looked beautiful and elegant.

But otou-san went back to America…just how long had she…?

She looked up at the President.

"Do you remember yesterday, Mogami-san?"

She shook her head.

"Think Mogami-san, yesterday."

Her face shot back and forth between the other faces around her. Sorrow and agony gripped each one. Again, she shook her head.

"Mogami-san, think about yester—"

"JUST TELL ME!"

Her hands were balled into fists and she bit her bottom lip to hold back the tears that were threatened her golden eyes.

The President stepped aside and gently pushed open a door; taking a few steps forward, she stopped before the entrance. She couldn't help but feel that nothing good would come of this. She took a step back. Something inside her chest was aching, aching so much that everything around her had closed in, she was falling, it was dark and she was falling. Trying to grab onto anything but no one was helping her. All these faces, they knew what was behind the door and they weren't trying to help her, they were too busy comforting themselves.

"No."

"Mogami-san—"

"I-I…"

"He'd want to see you."

Kyoko froze at the voice. The beautiful woman spoke to woman's voice alleviated Kyoko's fear slightly, just enough to push her over the threshold of the door.

And her world ended just as she entered the room.

Burning rubber.

Boy crying.

Sirens.

Blood.

Closed eyes.

Blood.

Lifelessness.

Blood.

She felt as though each part of her body had been carved out, the searing pain shot through her instantly, there was no built tolerance – just one forceful blow was all it took. Her throat tightened, she panted for air that wasn't tainted by sickness and death.

Lifting a heavy leg forward, she felt her hand clasp the itchy material of the hospital bed. There was no familiarity. Nothing. She wished for anything, but there was nothing. Not the Emperor of the Night, the Demon Lord, Puppy-dog eyes, Fake smile and…the one she longed for the most, his genuine smile. All were absent.

A choked breath escaped her lips. Tears streamed down her face. Pained, soundless sobs reverberated through her chest; in her fall, someone had reached out with a twig, she held onto the itchy, hospital cloth with dear life.

"Tsuruga-san."