Sirens...

Lights...

Paramedics...

Blood...

Pain...

I awoke with a start, laying in a hospital bed, covered from head to toe in blankets and sheets. I felt dizzy and tried to blink it off, only to have a huge serge of pain wipe its way through my head causing me to clench my hair tightly in my fists, causing me to wince. A tear escaped my eye as I slowly sat up. What happened? I thought, suddenly remembering some of the events of last night. Gunshots. I shut my eyelids tight, trying to forget.

Razor...

Where was he? What was he doing there last night? Whatever the answers were , they didn't matter, he was the last person I saw before I felt myself hit the damp tarmac. My thoughts were interrupted when a doctor walked into the private room, hidden away from the busy ward. He piked up a clipboard located at the bottom of my bed and began flicking through pieces of paper, he said nothing. This annoyed me greatly. I frowned, staring at him. After a further 5 minuets he turned towards me, smiled and walked out again. WHAT was all that about? I asked myself.

I need answers. At that, I fought against the weight of the covers, and swung my legs to the edge of the bed, sitting up. I took in a sharp breath, and stood up. Much to my disapproval, there was a sharp nudge to my waist, so I fell back onto the uncomfortable bed.

"Miss Blyade, you must stay in bed if you are to be back on your feet."

"Do you know where I can find a certain somebody?" I asked... nervously, ignoring the statement.

"It depends who you are looking for madam" the doctor said, flicking his black hair our of his eyes. It was at this point that I noticed he had tattoos winding their way up his fingers. Ewwww! Completely going off the subject there. He too flicked through my notes and a grin bloomed onto his face.

"Looks like you'll be goin' home today." he said, replacing the notes. "Everythin' seems normal, mild bang on the 'ead, you were lucky."

Lucky? What did he mean by that?

" What do you mean by, 'I was lucky'?" I asked, standing up, again...

"Well if that racer fellow hadn't been there to shove you out of the way, you would 'ave been in a bit of a mess." he stated.

"Who?" I asked, quite plainly.

"Oh, you know, err. Cant think of the fellows name... black 'air, small goatee, thick accent."

"Razor..." the name just slid off my tongue unintentionally.

"Aye, that's the lad. Shockin' , the fact he saved ya' and all." My heart stopped. I felt the breath escape from my body.

"What?..." I mumbled, hardly breathing.

"I think we'd better lay you down." the doctor said, placing his hand on my shoulder, I brushed it off shaking me head.

"What happened?" I asked.

"You need sleep, your in no state to know now."

"Tell me!" I demanded, my voice fierce.

" I would of thought you would of remembered... well, according to the paramedics who picked you and the lad up, there was a large gang of people, apparently there had been a bit of disagreement between 2 groups of folks, sumthin' kicked off and there was a gunshot... the lad must have been protectin' 'ya." He said, faffing about with some bottles on the windowsill.

"Carry on..." I demanded, again.

"Thought you would'a got it. Young Mr. Razor shoved you out of the way while the other bloke shot the gun. The bloke was aiming for you love, but Razor took its blow instead, knocking you outta the bullets way, replacing the space with himself." the doctor explained further, before walking briskly out of the room. I stood there, motionless. Why?

If Razor had been shot, he would be in the hospital... Right? I had to find him. I made my way towards the door and stepped out onto the ward. The smell of disinfectant hit me instantly and made me feel sick. I grabbed the door-frame to stop myself from keeling over, I regained my posture, and carried on up and out of the ever filling ward. Moments passed, and I was still walking along a corridor, slowly getting dizzier, disinfectant. I walked into the path of a nurse, who immediately asked why I was there, and what ward I came from. I did not answer the question, but asked where I could find Razor.

"You don't want to be messing with that type of person." she said, looking around, making sure nobody was there.

"Well I am involved, its none of your business, I need to see him." Ever since I had been in Kras City, I had become quite a demanding person, my personality had completely changed. The nurse looked at me, and agreed to take me.

"So, what ward is he on?" I asked.

"Intensive care 3" she replied, walking around a corner through a pair of double doors. It was worse that I thought. Intensive care? My heart felt as if it was in my throat, almost chocking. After a few more sets of doors we came to a small room, where I was checked over by security. Did they think I would really take a knife or something in there?

After covering my hands in sanitiser gel, we were allowed in. There were no voices, flowers of bowls of fruit, just the ever daunting noise of beeping machines and breathing devices drawing breath in and out. I turned away rapidly when I saw a child in the corner, surrounded by parents and family. Car Crash. A young woman in another corner. Knocked down by a racer. Finally, I turned my head to see an untidy mop of jet black hair and a red and blue trench coat lay across the bottom of a bed. I walked over. The nurse left me in the room, I sat on the side of the bed, and tears filled my eyes. It was my fault. If I hadn't of been so nosey, he wouldn't of been hurt. I touched his hand with mine, withdrawing it quickly, it was so cold. I regained the small amount of courage I had left and sighed. I took his hand into mine, whether I liked it or not, I... His hand twitched, so I squeezed it, hoping he would squeeze back, but he didn't. The machines located around him continued to beep and make hushed humming noises. I just sat there, staring at his closed eyes and topless chest covered in wires. There was a thick layer of bandages wrapped around his upper chest, presumably where he was hit with the bullet. Why couldn't it of been me?

I was sat there for over an hour, just looking at him, holding his hand tightly in mine. His hand twitched again, so I squeezed, trying to comfort him, or even communicate, letting him know I was there. He squeezed back, weakly. I held his hand tighter, hoping he would wake up, and everything be fine. Razor turned his head, and much to my amazement, opened his eyes slightly. Small slits of green shone through his half opened eyes, accompanied by a slight smile. I leant in, and he closed his eyes again, squeezing my hand. A small wince of pain was painted onto his face as he took in a sharp intake of breath. A nurse waiting in the corner came over, and adjusted some machines. Razor breathed freely again, moving his free hand in such a way, it made the nurse leave the room. I turned back, looking into his widening eyes.

He coughed and attempted to sit up, pinching his eyes together. I put my arm around his shoulder and helped him, before sitting back down on the side of the bed, looking, concerned, into his eyes. He simply looked back, blinking slowly. I couldn't find any words to say, the atmosphere felt difficult, I didn't know what to do. Razor tightened his grip on my hand, pulling me closer;

"Why are you here?" He asked in a raspy voice. His grip on my hand began to hurt.

"I..." I couldn't speak, nothing would come out. "Ow..." I said, lightly under my breath. He released the strengthening grip on my hand and held it lightly, then placing his free hand onto my waist, he pulled me in closer, his head next to my ear. I could feel the heat radiating off his chest, I shut my eyes, I felt... safe. For a moment, he just held me there, I could feel the rhythm of his heart and his breath flowing onto my neck in a steady pattern, it sent shivers down my spine, but I welcomed them.

A few delicate moments passed, and Razor moved his hand off my waist, onto my back, he released his grip from my hand and placed that also onto my back, edging me closer to him. My breathing quickened slightly, as I rested my hands on his chest. A small groan escaped Razors mouth as he rested his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer.

"Blyade...?" he asked, voice wrapped in pain.

"Yes...?" I replied smoothly, tightening my grip on his shoulders. Razor drew in a long breath and carried on speaking;

"You didn't answer my question." he muttered, into my ear closest to him. I just sighed, tightening my grip even more, moulding my body into his chest.

" I wanted to know..." I began. Razor adjusted his head on my shoulder. " I wanted to know, why?". He just let out a small sigh, pulling me closer, until I was right up against his chest.

"...because... " he said, moving his hands further up my back.

"What do you mean 'because'?"

"Because I didn't want you to get hurt. Kras City is dangerous Blyade, you've got to understand that. You should have someone with you at all times, someone that knows the City like the back of their hand." His reply to my question, was... genuine. There wasn't the sound of lying in his voice. I knew Kras City wasn't a playground, more of a war-zone constantly under fire.

"Blyade?" Razor finally said after a long silence. He pulled out of the long, comforting hug, and held the top of my arms.

"You have to leave Kras City, it isn't safe for you here, not now enemies know you have something to do with me." He said, plainly and straight to the point. I looked straight into his eyes, tears filling mine. I didn't want to leave, I loved the atmosphere here, the people, the way of life, the thrill... and...

"Razor... I..." I let out a sharp breath, lowering my head, squeezing my eyelids shut. He looked at me, concerned. My head was spinning again. A tear escaped my eye and I placed my head onto the middle of his chest. Razor looked down at me, using his index finger, he lifted up my chin.

"Blyade... " he started, his eyes glazed over from tears. He pulled me towards him again, putting his forehead onto mine, staring at my closed eyes. Inside, I was tearing apart.

"... Mozè knows now, he knows that you have something to do with me, although he does not know what. That doesn't matter, all that matters is the fact you are in danger. Mozè's men are going to be hunting every inn and hotel for you, simply just because they want to get to me." he lowered his head in pain, I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his jet black hair.

"I don't want to go home..." I replied, after a short silence. He sat up and looked into my watery blue eyes.

"You can't go home, they will track you back there and murder you in the night." his voice was firm.

"This is serious... isn't it...?" I asked, knowing the answer was yes. " I don't know what to do..." I said, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from Razor. He went to talk when he was interrupted by a nurse walking in.

"Razor! Your awake." she seemed very shocked. The nurse walked over and took some of the wires off his chest, and turned off a few of the machines. She wrote onto his notes, smiled, then walked back out, off to find a bed on the ward presumably.

I stood up and looked out of the window, only to be greeted by a grey landscape, drizzled in rain. There was movement behind me, so I turned my head to try and see what it was. Razor stood up behind me, he had taken all of the wires off himself and piled them up on the bed. He placed his hand onto my shoulder, and his other around my waist. I placed my forehead onto the window pane, feeling its ice-cold touch. Razor rested his head between my shoulder blades before gaining the strength once again to speak.

"Come on" he said, pulling on my waist. I went along with it.

"Where are we going?" I asked, staring up into his eyes. I was 3 inches shorter than he was, which made it difficult to make eye contact when he was standing.

"Home" he said, peering around the corner of the corridor before walking down it.

"What!" I shouted, unknowing. Razor pulled my back into his bare chest, putting his hand over my mouth. I pulled his hand off and turned around.

"Your in no state to do so. Razor your hurt and obviously in a lot of pain, you cant just walk out." I was genuinely worried about his state of health. He just looked at me, one eyebrow raised,

"I can cope" he replied, pulling me further down the corridor. I wasn't going to argue, it wasn't my place to tell him what he can and cant to. We rushed through different doors and rooms before we came to the main foyer. Looking up at Razor I noticed his bandage around the bullet wound had blood seeping through it. I said nothing.

We got outside, the rain was hammering down onto the tarmac and pavements, much heavier than before. I held the tops of my arms, trying to stop the warmth from escaping. It wasn't working. We slowly walked along the street, Razor looked down at me and stopped. He took his beloved trench coat from himself and wrapped it around my shoulders, I opened my mouth, ready to say something along the lines of 'you should be wearing this, not me', the the glare from his eyes deterred me.

"I like the rain" he said moving his head to look down at me. Silver raindrops were sliding down his perfectly toned upper body, leaving shiny patterns around his chest an neck, dampening his bandage and soaking his hair. I couldn't help but stare up at him, the dim light with the water made him look... attractive. I came our of my daydream suddenly when I realised he was staring back at me, water also running off my hair, onto my face.

We came to a darkened street, there was a group of people standing near the end of it. Not liking the look of trouble, Razor dragged me quickly into an alleyway. I was tired, and I began to wonder where he was taking me. I had only been in Kras City a day or two, yet I was being whisked off to some unknown destination. Maybe he's getting himself a shirt. I thought watching him walk in front with his bare chest. Suddenly he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a tight gap in the wall. He motioned to be quiet, the sound of voices broke the air as I remained silent. I looked up at him, waiting for the moment when he would say that it was okay and we could get out from being forced up against each other. A few moments passed, and the voices were still faint in the distance, Razor's eyes were fixed on the opening. I grew more and more nervous as time went by, eventually resting my head on his bare chest, still radiating a sleepy heat. Feeling my unusual heartbeat, Razor placed his hand onto my back, holding me closer, if that was possible in the already tight space.

The voices finally faded as the unwanted people walked off in the opposite direction. I went to move, out from the gap, but Razor stopped me, holding tightly onto my waist with both hands. I looked up into his brightening green eyes and tilted my head sideways, as if asking why? He pulled me very close, his lips millimetres away from mine, breathing deeply. I shut my eyes and kept still. He pressed his lips up against mine, drawing designs down my sides with his fingers, my hands clenching onto his shoulders, tightly. Everything around us seemed to fade, all I could hear was the sound and the feel of the water bouncing off the floor and fall onto us. After what seemed like an eternity, he slowly pulled away. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held my head onto his shoulder. Razor's grip did not loosen, he held me very close, up against his bare chest, where he could feel me breathing.

"Come on" he said, breaking the sound of the rain.

"Where are we going?" I asked, walking back, down the alleyway and onto another street.

"My place" Razor replied, guiding me to a large building, a large block of modern, and expensive, apartments. I couldn't help but smile as he lead me into the building, my mind still buzzing over what happened.

My lips... still tingling.

I was safe.

So finally i managed to get this on here. Sorry it took so long, i just havent had any time. I would like to say a special thanks to Fishyicon for constantly reviewing every chapter :) I might not post chapter 6 for a while, because i would like to write a one-off. But rest assured, there will be more.