He found Keely all right. Lying on the kitchen floor, bruised, cut and unconscious.

The phone laid next to her in two.

Phil ran over and dropped to his knees by her side.

"Keely! Keely!" Phil was in a great deal of panic.

She didn't wake up. He scanned her body. Her shirt was torn and so were her jeans. Cuts and bruises spread over every inch of her body.

Phil grabbed her wrist and put his head to her heart. There was a pulse and a beat but only just. She wasn't breathing. He pinched her nose and breathed into her lungs. He put his hand on her stomach and listened once more to her body.

But then felt a warm sensation under his hand. He looked at the palm of his hand. Blood. He looked at her shirt. Blood, stains. He rolled up her shirt half way up. Three long cuts spread across her stomach in different directions. Not deep enough for stitches thankfully but still pretty good slashes. The sound of coughing caught Phil's attention.

"Keely?" Phil said. He brushed off the pieces of hair covering her face and leaned closer.

"Can you hear me?" He asked.

Keely's eyes fluttered half way open.

"Phil?" She asked faintly but once again passed out.

"It's okay Keels. I'm gonna take you back to my house and get you fixed up." Phil whispered. He leaned back up.

"Just thank God that you don't have any serious hospital type injuries." Phil said thankfully.

He picked her up in his arms and headed for home. As he passed through the door, he stopped and looked back.

"I guess I can't really lock the door." He said to himself. Looking at the flap hanging by the one hinge. He started on his way. Keely laid limp in his arms as he walked down the street. The only light being the street lamps.

He finally reached his house. He laid her down on the couch in the family room. Phil couldn't stand seeing her like this. If he was in this much pain just SEEING her like this, he couldn't imagine what physical pain she must be in.

First off, get those three extensive slices under wraps. Literally. Phil went upstairs and grabbed all first aid kits they had and anything else he could find. He pulled a chair up to the couch and wrapped a thick white bandage around her stomach. He ran into a small problem but he found a solution. Just hoping Keely would understand. The blood soon showed through like a band-aid.

After he had that under control, Phil dampened a washcloth in a bowl of water. He put his left hand on the side of her face and pressed the cloth against a cut right under her left eye.

Her eyes tightened for a second and then flickered open. She groaned.

"Keely?" Phil asked.

"Phil?" She slowly tried to sit up but Phil stopped her. Phil saw her eyes close as the pain came to her.

"Don't sit up. You need to lie down" He said and gently pushed her back down.

"Thank God you're awake. You really had me scared." Phil confessed.

He dabbed the wet cloth on her forehead and around her neck.

"I'm sorry Phil." Keely weakly said.

"Sorry? Sorry for what?" He asked as he twisted out the extra water from the washcloth after he dipped it once more in the bowl.

"For acting like this, for blowing up like that. I know you don't think I'm dumb. I've just been…" Keely couldn't think of a word to fill the spot.

"Devastated? Keely you don't need to apologize. Losing someone close to you is." Phil said. Phil put the cloth on her chest. She closed her eyes. It certainly stung.

She open her eyes and looked up at Phil.

"So you know?" She asked.

"Yeah, I know." Phil said.

Keely stared into space.

"I miss him Phil." Keely said softly.

"I know Keels but this isn't the way to deal with it. He didn't leave this Earth wanting you to be happy. He would want you to do something great with your life. I'm sure he would have hoped so. I'll help with that something great. I'll help you through Keels." Phil said. Keely smiled but then stared in front of her. Suddenly, her face changed to looking confused.

"Phil?" She asked.

"Yeah?"

"Where's my shirt?" She asked looking down only seeing her black bra. Phil sat up straight and swiftly tried to come up with an explanation but all he did was stumble and mix up his words as his hands flung wildly around.

"Uh, you see, Keels, I was trying to wrap your stomach because you had three long" Phil stretched out his arms. "Three long, long cuts on your stomach and your shirt was getting in the way and all and it was torn up anyway and all so ya know…"

Keely was having fun watching him try to explain but she decided he suffered enough and tried to stop him.

"Phil…Phil." She said but he kept talking.

"Phil!" She finally mustered up what she had of a voice.

"Yeah?" He choked.

"It's fine. Really. I don't care. It just like having a bathing suit top on right?" She said. She in truth didn't care.

Phil was relived and smiled one of his goofy smiles. He didn't care either.

"Right." He agreed. His smile made Keely laugh. Well, if you could call it a laugh. She really didn't have the energy. Phil put the moist material on Keely's forehead.

"So how 'bout some food?"