I'm slowly recovering from that night. I find myself having nightmares and stuff but...*sigh* I don't feel like going into that right now.

So here we go guys. Enjoy, I guess.

Ella's POV-

Mom, Anne and Jeffrey made it to the hospital. I'd tell you what they said, but I'd like to keep this PG-13. It's been a total of 2 hours, we haven't heard a word from Fang or the dumbass Drew, and Nudge has not woken up yet.

"Where are Angel and Gazzy?" I asked.

"Dropped them off at Cindy's," mom said.

She assumed the position at the side of Nudge's bed, staring down at her daughters face with misery. Iggy was sitting behind me on the couch that Jeffrey was able to roll in from another guest room, rubbing comforting circles into my back. Jeffrey and Iggy looked alike now as their eyes were grim and hollow, staring at the ceiling.

Anne was down in the café, drinking some coffee. There was a knock at the door, making us all look up at the same time. A doctor came in, clad in all the respective wear. A white buttoned up lab coat with latex gloves and black pants.

He had a clear clip board in his right hand with papers stacked on. His eyes were a nice shade of hazel, but they looked tired but at the same time alert. He looked tired. His mouth was in a thin line and his chest nut hair flopped in clumps on his forehead.

Jeffrey stood and offered the doctor a chair, to which he accepted with a muttered thanks. He sat at the foot of Nudge's bed, looking at all of us in turn. I felt a terrible chill overpass me as his eyes met mine for a nanosecond, before it was gone.

Huh….that was weird.

The doctor sighed and placed the clipboard at his feet.

"Is there something wrong?" mom asked noticing the doctor's behavior.

"I'm afraid so," the doctor said in a toneless voice.

"What is it?" a squeaky voice piped up.

I looked around in confusion, oh wait….that was me. The doctor sighed.

"I'm so sorry to tell you this," he started off. My heart crawled into my throat at his words. "but it seems that Nudge has slipped into a coma,"

I'm pretty sure my heart shattered.

Mei's POV-

I don't know what drove me away to leave Max after I finally found her. Those 4 hours spent worrying over her and after I found her, I let her go. I guess after witnessing the fact that she was long gone away from me, was to much for my inner self to bear.

A white van streaked down the road and cut me off at an intersection making me slam my breaks in shock and fear. My eyes widened as I watched it streak down the street, not slowing its pace or stopping to apologize for the traffic its caused.

I clenched my jaw, and just drove forward. No need to get more aggravated in one night. I was driving through the more darker part of town, even though it was high morning, the shadows still haunted the dead silent street. Gangs and druggies started at me as I drove through, but I kept driving.

A familiar bob of dark hair caught my eye and I looked on my right hand side out the window. My brow furrowed.

What was Drew doing on this side of town?

I pulled over across the street and watched him silently as he made his way across the street. He knocked twice on the beaten chipped door and stepped back. I watched as a big man clad in tattoos opened the door, grabbed the cuff of his neck and pulled him in roughly.

My eyes widened and I got out of my car. Despite the fact that I hate the little kid with all my heart, and I honestly do believe he isn't good enough for Nudge, I couldn't let him get hurt. I quickly walked across the street in front of the door where he disappeared and looked up.

It was about a three story brick building, mold seeping out from the bricks and more than half of the windows were punched in with a fist sized hole. I heard lots of shuffling inside so I hurried to scale the building.

It was surprisingly easy to climb the brick wall. The gaps in the bricks helped a bit…

I took turns scanning through each window in search for Drew, and I caught sight of him on the third floor. He was still being dragged around harshly with the big man, and I frowned in deep thought. It felt like I've seen him before. Drew was shoved down into a wooden chair.

The room was bare; no decorations on the wall nor anything else. There was a mahogany desk in the middle of the room with a spiny chair facing the south wall. The person in the chair was being blocked by the big man and Drew straightened in his chair.

I made sure my feet were planted firmly into the two holes of the brick wall and tried my best to pry open the rusted window. It barely opened a centimeter, but it was the best I was going to get. I cocked my head to hear better.

"Mr.…ah-"Drew said

"You will address me as Heins." The man on the chair said with a thick Russian accent.

"Mr. Heins," Drew said a little more firmly now. "Last night there was bit of an incident requiring the task-"

"What kind of 'incident'?" the man asked.

Whenever we invited Drew over for family functions, he was acting all high and mighty, arrogant and a jerk and yet now he looks like a deer caught in headlights. It was sort of entertaining to see him strain.

"Just a little weasel mingling where it wasn't supposed to, but don't worry, I took care of it," I heard him say.

My thighs and calves were burning so I took a little time to readjust myself on the wall.

"Has it been taken care of?" Heins asked.

"Er- yes." Drew said.

"Good. You'll receive payment next week. Oh…and tell your…leader." Heins smirked at the word. "That he has my blessing,"

Drew nodded fast and shuffled out of the door quickly, avoiding the eyes of the big man, and Heins. I watched as he made his way out the side doors and down the stairs. I was about to make my way down when the chair belonging to Heins swiveled around.

The man wasn't that old, maybe about 60 or late 50's. He had half his head devoted to white while the other half was full of black. His blue eyes were piercing, perhaps even bluer than the ocean. His jaw line was high and strong, and his face was pinched back and firm. Overall, for a man of his age, he was quite handsome.

And that other big man. He was wearing a black wife beater, constantly hovering over Heins' body as if any second the man could be hit. He had no hair, and every inch except his face was horded in colorful tattoos. Dragons, skulls, crosses and various names that had no meaning to me.

Both of these men looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

Below me, the front door of the building slammed open and out rushed Drew. I watched him as he sprinted all the way down the street made and made a sharp left. Frowning, I turned back to the window to find both men staring at me.

My eyes widening, without thought I dropped from my position (which is 3 stories mind you,) and fell back first into 4 bags of garbage. Something sharp scratched the edge of my forearm, but I just hissed lowly and made a dart for my car. I felt their eyes on me though, it never left.

No one followed me out of that part of town though…a trained assassin could tell.

But one thing was eating at me.

What the hell was Drew hiding?

The best I could do. Sorry guys. I hope you guys will forgive me for the shitty ass quality, I'll get better I promise.

-Shift