Ahhh I'm so glad I made you all so happy! Here is some more Rizzo/Kenickie. It seems like it's just unneccesary drabble, but very important to the story.

The morning sun shone through the window and illuminated the pair of sleeping lovers. Kenickie slowly opened his eyes and frowned, realizing he was still in the hospital. Then he heard another person breathing, and he glanced down and smiled.

Kenickie looked down lovingly at the girl sleeping in his arms. Her chest rose and fell in a soothing rhythm. He smiled and gently ran his fingers through her hair. He moved his hand closer to her face, and began stroking her cheek. That was when he noticed. Her skin was so much paler than he remembered. And now that he thought about it, he didn't remember her cheekbones being so profound. He carefully lifted her arm and took his index finger and thumb and easily wrapped it around her upper arm. His brow furrowed with worry. His eyes widened as they fell on her wrists. He lifted her arm closer to his face and looked at her wrist carefully. He did the same with the other arm. Where did those come from? It looked like someone took a knife to her wrists. Unless...

His heart dropped and his stomach lurched. No...not Rizzo...He had heard of it before, but he'd never met anyone who'd ever done it. He had always thought you had to be in a really dark place to be able to do that to yourself...

Tears built up in his eyes and he carefully lifted her fragile body up higher so he could hold her close and kiss her head. He realized he was now crying as he cradled Rizzo like a baby. He had never cried before. Ever. The last time he cried was when he was nine years old and his father was drunk and dangerously close to his mother with a baseball bat.

How much pain had she been in? All this time she was in absolute misery, and there was nothing he could do about it. He wasn't there to ease her pain, to hold her while she cried, to kiss her. He wasn't there to stop her from making herself bleed...

What else had she tried?

He began crying harder as his darkest thoughts began to surface in his mind. He pushed those away, not wanting to imagine the world of pain that would exist had such a thing happened.

He held her closer and hugged her tighter, kissing her head again and again.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. What else could he do?

Nothing. It was too late now. She had already suffered.

Now he could only pray that it would be alright now that he was awake.

Kenickie had been awake for quite some time now. He really hadn't seen the point in him sleeping when he had just slept for three months straight. He was waiting for Rizzo to wake up. Soon enough, he saw her smile, and her eyes opened. She didn't even have to open her eyes to know she was with Kenickie.

"Mornin'," Kenickie said.

"Hey," she said.

"You're pretty when ya sleep," he said.

"Shut up," Rizzo said, nudging him.

"I don't think I will," he said playfully.

"Oh really?" Rizzo said, trying to sound threatening, but she couldn't help but laugh.

"So…how ya been?" Kenickie asked.

"What do ya mean?"

"I mean…all these months I been asleep…how were ya holdin' up?"

Rizzo's heart started racing faster. She didn't want to have to talk about this with Kenickie, not right now. But Rizzo knew she had come to be a terrible liar.

"I haven't,"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kenickie screwed up his face in confusion.

"I haven't been holdin' up," she said simply. "Kenickie it's been awful…" she said getting choked up. "When…when Frenchy died…I felt like a murderer. It was the most disgusting thing I've ever felt. Then when Doody woke up…he blamed me, I know he did. And I just couldn't…." She started to cry now, and Kenickie held her tightly. Now that she had someone to hold her, it wasn't so difficult to go on, but it was the thing that she was talking about that made it difficult.

"I couldn't take it anymore…" she went on.

"Rizz, what'd ya do?" Kenickie asked with great worry.

"I…I tried to…" she couldn't say it. She started crying again.

Kenickie felt like he had just been shot in the chest. How awful must she have felt to do something that drastic? And he hadn't been there. It had come so close to Kenickie waking up and someone having to give him the news that Rizzo had killed herself. What would have happened to him then?

"I knew I couldn't," Rizzo continued tearfully. "I had to see ya wake up. And I did. And I'm here to stay, I promise,"

Kenickie had no words. He held her tighter, his own tears starting to surface.

"God Rizzo…" he began. "It…it ain't your fault….ya can't…it ain't your fault…" his voice cracked. Rizzo looked up at him.

"Jesus Kenick don't you cry too!" she sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm here, and I ain't goin' nowhere,"

"But I wasn't there…ya needed me…"

"Stop! Ya couldn't wake up, and it ain't your fault!" Rizzo scolded.

"But what if ya did? What if I woke up wantin; to see ya…and you…"

"Stop that!" Rizzo said, her tears coming back again. "I'm right here. There ain't nothin' in this world that is gonna make want to again. Not now that you're awake. I could never leave you. I promise,"

Kenickie nodded, trying to stop his tears. "Good. I'd lose it without ya Rizz,"

"I'm sorry…." She mumbled.

"It ain't your fault," he said again. "Ya didn't know what else to do. I get it. But I'm here now,"

"I know," Rizzo said.

They lie together for a while, their foreheads touching. She kissed him gently, then snuggled in closer to him, resting her head on his chest. His heart beat in her ears, comforting her. He stroked her head gently and savored every moment that she was with him.

"So…you're gonna be ok now?" Kenickie asked after the silence.

"Well…in some ways I will. But there are some things ya can't fix," she said. "Frenchy's still dead. Sandy's still in a coma. You still won't ever…walk…again…"

"Hey I don't mind," Kenickie said.

"Don't be stupid of course you do," Rizzo said. "And no matter what anyone says, I'm still gonna feel like it's my fault. I can't help it. I'm still gonna have nightmares…"

Kenickie's heart stung. "Well what if I stayed by ya until ya sleep? Every single night. Would that help ya sleep?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "They're usually about the night it happened…Frenchy…loosin' you…"

Kenickie sighed and kissed her head. "Well I'm right here. And I promise I'll always be here to help ya. I know I can't fix ya completely, but there are some things that I can patch up to make ya happier,"

Rizzo suddenly burned with guilt, thinking of the scars on her wrists. "I bet ya saw 'em…didn't ya?"

"Yeah I did," Kenickie said. He lifted her arm and kissed her wrist gently. He then did the same for the other arm. "I know that won't do much, but hey, whatever works,"

Rizzo's eyes filled with tears. "God, I love you,"

"I love you,"

They held each other for a while, then Rizzo spoke again.

"Can ya do that again?"

"Sure,"

Kenickie kissed her wrists again. "I'll do it every day if that's what it takes. We're gonna kick this together,"

Wweothaey;alkgj so cute!