I just like to take so much time and write a giant paragraph to say...I know you want to see what happened to Keely so I won't be mean and write something here to read. GO! I did leave it at a nasty cliff.

He quickly got to his feet.

"Keely!"

His heart stopped at the sight. He found her all right. Lying there in the middle of the alley, flat on her back. In nothing but a green tank top and jeans, which were completely torn up. Cuts and bruises covered her body. Blood stained her clothes. Phil dropped to his knees beside her.

"Phil…" She whispered.

"I swear…I didn't…" She choked.

"Shh, shh, shh, save your energy." He said. Keely's eyes closed and became unconscious.

Unknowingly, tears escaped from his eyes.

He took off his sweatshirt and wrapped it around her.

"It's going to be okay, I'm going to get you back to our place and fix you up all right. Everything's fine."

Phil looked beside her to see her beaten up cell phone. 1 missed call. He put his hand on her face and wiped off the blood under her right eye.

"You're going to be fine." He whispered.

He picked up her limp body and carried her off.

When he got home, it was the same procedure. Bandaging, fire and blankets. He wiped off the blood of the many cuts. Not serious enough for the hospital though. Just many little cuts. Some of them were in neat rows of four. Strange. Like on her arms, there were rows of four slits.

He put her in some warm clothes and laid her on the couch facing the fire. Her eyes were closed. Looking like she was peacefully asleep. Phil placed his hand on her face. She was cold as ice. She was lying out in the city in a tank top and jeans. Hours pasted, Phil sat there. Watching her. Lying there under the blankets. She began to stir. Yet her eyes remained closed.

"Phil? Phil?" She tossed around.

"Keely. Keely. I'm right here." He took hold of her hand. Her eyes opened.

"Thank God. I don't think I have ever been happier to see the blue in your eyes." Phil said.

"Phil." She started to cough. Phil rubbed her back.

"Don't rush trying to say anything. We have all the time in the world." He said.

"Phil. I…I swear. I didn't try to kill myself." She took a breath.

"I had nothing to do with this." She continued.

Phil gazed at her in silence. Nothing made a sound except the crackling fire.

"Keely. What happened?" He asked. Keely could detect the concern in his voice.

"I…I don't want to talk about it right now." She tried to get up but stopped half way and put a hand to her chest. Phil promptly took hold of her shoulders and laid her back down. She breathed through her teeth. It pained her so.

"Lie back down Keels. You don't need to do anything. You need to save all the energy you can get."

Keely didn't like being helpless. She was used to being able to do things for herself. Phil gazed at her.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me what happened tonight?" He asked. Keely looked as though she was trying to find the right words to say.

"I'll tell you… Just not now. I don't want to…bring… back…mem…ory…" She stared pass Phil and began to breath heavily. Her face looked scared stiff. Phil stroked her head.

"Keely. Keely. Calm down. You're safe. Keely." He hastily said. She took in a gasp and looked at Phil.

"It's okay." He whispered.

"Go to sleep. You can tell me when you're ready."