"Oh my God," Sonya whispered. Johnny looked up at the medic.

"I don't even feel it!" he exclaimed.

"Yes sir, adrenaline and shock will do that to you. I'm going to ask you to switch with Ms. Blade." Sonya stood and allowed Johnny to lie down, then she knelt down. The back of the ambulance was crowded, but they didn't mind being so close to one another. She cupped his face in her hand and placed a kiss on his brow.

"You'll be fine, Johnny." She tried not to watch as the medic cleaned the wound. Johnny's face contorted in pain as, at last, the pain reached his brain. He hissed sharply as she applied antibiotics and wrapped it lightly. Sonya took his hand as the medic turned to his partner and conversed quietly. She then turned back.

"Mr. Cage, what blood type are you?" she asked.

"Uh, O positive, why?" he asked hesitantly.

"Because you've lost a lot of blood; more than we first thought. You're going to need a transfusion, and we'll probably send you into the OR to get this patched up. Expect to be in the hospital for a few days."

"But my movie –"

"Can wait!" Sonya cut in. "You're health is more important Johnny. I'll call the director myself if I have to." He smiled at her and took her hand in his.

"Marry me," he said suddenly, and she almost choked. Once she regained a normal breathing pattern, she stared at him wide-eyed. The medics had stopped what they were doing and were trying their hardest not to look at the two lovers while simultaneously taking in every word spoken.

"W-what?" she managed to stutter.

"Marry me," he repeated. "I was going to go all out tonight and surprise you at dinner, followed by romantic dancing on the waterfront, but those plans got shot to hell. So I'm asking now. Sonya Blade, will you become my wife?"

"Johnny…the blood loss and drugs they've given you aren't allowing you to think clearly. Close your eyes, think about what you're saying. Then we'll talk." He raised an expectant eyebrow, but did as she said. He was asleep within seconds.

"Thank you, I was wondering how we were going to get him to sleep after that," she commented dryly. Sonya nodded absently.

"I wonder…" she began, but was cut off by the ambulance stopping and two men tearing the doors open. Johnny was rushed out and Sonya followed. The medics gave her permission to follow, though she was not family, and she made it all the way to the operating waiting room. She was seated at a table and instructed to fill out a few forms while Johnny was being patched up. She tried hard not to think about his question, and the pain she would feel if it had been the drugs.

The truth was, she was scared to death of what marrying him would do, both to her and him. Yes, she loved him with all her heart, and probably couldn't love anyone else. But was she ready for that kind of commitment? He was delirious anyway, she told herself, he probably won't even remember it. She finished the forms as they rolled him into a room.

"He'll be out for a while, but he'll be awake for breakfast. Why don't you just come back then?" the nurse suggested.

"No thanks, I'll stay with him. I'm not leaving his side." She hoped she wouldn't have to pull an ID out on her, and was thankful when the lady merely smiled and nodded knowingly.

Sonya entered, sitting down at his bedside, and took his hand. After a few moments of staring at him, taking in his every feature, she pulled up a chair. Taking his hand in her grasp, she laid her head on the bed, intent on being there when he woke.

The sun blinded her as the nurse opened the window curtains, then smiled apologetically at her. Sonya blinked away her sleep as the nurse exited, and she turned her focus to the man in the bed. He looked so peaceful sleeping, like he hadn't a care in the world. His voice broke her from her thoughts.

"It still stands," he croaked, and her head shot up. His beautiful blue eyes seemed to look right into her soul, and she smiled as he did. "My offer, I mean," he tried to clarify. "I closed my eyes and thought about it, apparently for a whole twelve hours," he said dryly. She laughed, but her eyes were slowly filling with tears. "And I've come to the conclusion that I love you more than life itself; that a life without you is not a life worth living. You are my world, and nothing else is as important to me as you are. So please Sonya, please say you'll marry me." He finished as he squeezed her hand, and a lone tear slipped down her cheek. She leaned down and hugged him tightly as best she could, sobbing into his chest. "If I was that bad, remind me not to write any scripts." She gave a half laugh, half sob and looked up into his eyes.

"Yes, of course I'll marry you, Johnny. I love you so much." He sighed and pulled her closer to him, and he heard the hall erupt into cheers. Sonya sat up and strode over to the door, yanking it open. Half the wing staff was standing outside the door, congratulating them as they entered. Sonya turned back with a look of astonishment. Johnny merely shrugged.

"Such is life when you're a famous actor," was all he offered, and Sonya smiled. Walking back over, she gave him a sly wink.

"Some things are better kept private, Mr. Cage," she said softly. His eyes widened and he grinned as she leaned over and kissed him deeply. She vaguely heard a doctor clearing the room and shutting the door, but she was lost in this one tender expression of love, shared with the man she would spend the rest of her life with.


Was that too sappy? Ugh... I need to go pummel the life out of something/one now.

Proceeds to turn on Deadly Alliance and beat the crap out of unsuspecting characters with a blind man