Mia let out a scream before falling to her knees. She stared at him as tears streaked her face and blurred her vision.

"Mia?!" Quinn skidded to a halt as he saw the scene.

She leaned over and shut off the water, just numbly staring at the body.

"Dammit Isao.." Quinn placed a hand on the vampire's neck. His eyes went wide. "Mia help me!"

"How?"

"Get him to the bed. Hurry! He's still alive!"

She quickly lifted him and carried him into the bedroom. She laid him down carefully, wishing more than anything to be able to save him from this and the cancer. Soon, yellow light flowed from her hands into him.

Quinn looked at her for a moment, then combined his light with hers. Together, the wound healed quickly, leaving no trace.

"He needs to get warm. When he wakes.. I'm going to kill him." Quinn growled.

She continued pouring the yellow light into him, just getting the feeling it would help.

"Mia, stop. You're going to collapse." Quinn touched her shoulder gently.

"I need to help.." she said quietly. She tried to focus on what he said, she was feeling kind of dizzy.. but she wasn't going to stop helping Isao.

"MIA!" The Fae shook her sharply. "He's alive. You need to stop and help me get him warm."

She looked up and nodded, the light fading. She slowly went to get him clean, dry clothes and helped change him before wrapping him up in blankets. She stared at him before a large burst of yellow energy left her and surrounded him. She fell to the floor unconscious.

Quinn scowled, then carefully picked her up and lay her in bed beside the vampire. He shook his head, exiting the room and closing the door.

Mia's eyes blinked open slightly, confusion in them. She looked around and noticed she was in bed beside Isao. She still felt weak but she watched him carefully.

"Am I dead?" He asked slowly as his eyes opened to stare at her. Then he panicked. "No..please don't be dead too.."

"You're alive."

He froze, his face falling. "Can't even do that right, huh?"

"Sorry."

He flinched as the words were uttered. "I need to leave."

"Why?"

"Because you don't want me.." He pushed the blankets away, fighting tears. "I'm sorry for what it's worth. I wasn't thinking straight."

"Why do you think I don't want you?"

"I lied to you. I shot myself." He took a shaky breath, then continued. "Though why anyone would save a dying man is a question in itself." He slowly stood, grabbing the bed as his knees buckled.

"Stay," she said quietly.

"All I do is hurt people. Why do you.." He swayed, dangerously close to falling.

"I love you, remember?"

"Not worth loving." He steadied himself, slipping his feet into his shoes.

"You don't get to tell me who I should or shouldn't love. I don't care if you think you aren't worth it. To me, you are."

He bowed his head, his shoulders beginning to shake. "This would be easier if you hated me."

She shakily got up and went to him. She put a hand on his shoulder gently, "I'd never hate you."

He turned and embraced her tightly, soft sobs racking his body. "I'm so sorry.."

"I'm sorry too, if you are upset we saved you."

"I wanted to spare you.."

"Yes.. finding you almost dead in the shower is the best way to spare me." She shook her head. "Sorry.."

He sobbed harder. "I..I didn't think.." He released her and bolted from the room.

She turned and ran after him, grabbing his arm. "Don't go.."

"I'm a monster.."

"No you aren't." She held him tightly. "I love you. Why won't you just accept that?"

"The last woman who loved me was murdered by me!" He cried, trying to get free.

"I don't care."

"I won't be the cause of your death..I won't.." He stopped his resistance, his breathing sharp and pained.

"I trust you, okay?"

He sluggishly nodded, his knees beginning to buckle as his eyes drooped.

She gently led him back to bed. "You need more rest. I'll be right here when you wake up, okay?"

His eyes slid closed, one hand clasping hers tight.

She continued to hold his hand, even when she began dozing.

Ryusei stood at the door, his face stony. After a moment, he reached for his cell and turned away.

Mia woke a while later, her hand still loosely holding Isao's. She looked at him, praying he'd be alright.