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**So here we were, landed in the hospital for the second time on the run. Our first visit had went well, easy come, easy go. But I had this horrible feeling in my gut that we weren't getting off as easy this time.

It was when the nurse was leading us into an examination room that Will leaned in and whispered just loud enough for me to hear, and low enough for no else to,

"I can't go in there,"

I looked at him and nodded. He was right, of course, that they couldn't examine him. Rock skin, no blood, no heartbeat. "So, you have a plan?"

He nodded stiffly, and I relaxed a little. Will should know what he was doing, right?

The nurse opened a door and motioned us to sit on the bed. She went to the drawer, got out a few things, and walked back over.

"May I use the bathroom?" Will asked, voice pleading.

That was his plan? Pathetic. Well, not really, it was just that I honestly expected something more complicated. As long as this worked, though, we should be okay.

The nurse nodded, "It's right down the hall, second door on the right."

Will thanked her, and hurried on.

The nurse sat on the chair and started to examine my cuts and scrapes.

"I'm nurse Julia. What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Carmen Solman," I said quickly, thinking of the first name come to mind. I couldn't give the name I used at the motel. What if that Doug guy gave the police my name? And I definitely wasn't stupid enough to give her my real name.

"Well, Carmen, that's a pretty name you've got there."

I didn't say anything. Any unnecessary conversation was avoided.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, your friend is going to be okay. And he's recovering remarkably fast. You can see him when I'm done here."

She smiled at me, a concerned but warming look. A sick feeling of guilt rippled through me, but I smiled back, regardless.

We couldn't trust anyone, not even the good guys.

Once she finished cleaning my cuts, she took out my stitches, and I was glad she didn't ask about them. "Here, lets go see how your friend is doing."

She lead me down the hall, silent. I felt warmer in the sweater she gave me, but I was still freezing. We walked passed a window, and I saw that it was snowing again. White was everywhere. Snow was falling thick and fast. Not the best getaway weather. I tensed a little in worry. Worry about our situation. Worry about Derek.

And there he was, laying on the hospital bed, in a gruesome bloody mess. I felt a bit light headed, and a bit nauseated looking at him like that. Seeing him in pain. I wanted to walk over there and hold him tight, just to be there with him.

It seemed like forever, but we finally came to Derek's room. The nurse patted my back and smiled, " Stay as long as you like, sweetheart. I'm going to see where your other friend went off to."

I smiled hesitantly back, reminding myself that Will would know what to do. I sighed and hoped that everything was gonna be fine. It had to be fine. Or we'd be done.

I walked into the room slowly, not sure of what I'd see. I heard a soft groan, and Derek turned on his side, breathing heavily. I walked a little faster, and stopped short when Derek straightened and laid back on his elbows.

"Chloe," he said softly. I blushed a little, and turned my head away. A moment's silence. I could feel his eyes on me, waiting for me to say something.

"You okay?" I asked him.

I held my breath and allowed myself a peak at him. His left arm was bandaged and stitches and band-aids decorated his face and neck. But he seemed okay. I relaxed and smiled.

Derek kept staring at me, an when he noticed I was looking back, he wiped down his face and looked back at me. The softness in his expression was gone, replaced with the familiar urgency that was just part of who he was."We have to go. Now. Almost time."

I turned my face toward him. His eyes were glistening with fever, but he didn't seem to be in much pain. The Changes were getting easier each time.

A small voice in the back of my head said, What if he didn't need me with him anymore....

I shut out that voice, focusing on the current situation.

"You look fine Derek. At least, I mean you look like...." I stopped and I bit my lip, looking for the right words, "You don't seem like your going to Change yet, 'kay? There's no suspicion around here and everything seems to be going fine." I tried not to think about Will, "I think it'll be okay if we hang out here for a while. You need the rest."

"No. Chloe I can feel it coming. Please. We need to go."

I locked my blue eyes with his green ones. I saw fear. He was scared. I couldn't tell him no, especially if he was right. He obviously could't Change here. And I decided that there was no point arguing. I went over to his bed side and held out my hand. He hesitated, but only for a second, and gripped my hand softly. I yanked him up, something I would never be able to do before I was bitten, and draped his arm over my shoulders. He grunted.

"I'm fine." he said through his teeth.

"No, your not." I paused, adjusting myself so he could walk, "Is your leg...?"

"I said I was fine. It'll heal." He removed his arm from my shoulders and just in that instant, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

With another grunt, he tried to get himself up, taking on the hospital bed for support. He gritted his teeth and attempted to force himself up. I bent down, face to face with him, and silently lend my hand. He took it, tentative, and I pulled him up again. He looked away, not meeting my eyes, rubbing his hand on his neck.

"You know, Derek." I started, my voice low, "It would be a good idea if you started worrying about yourself for a change."

And with that, he turned his face toward me,"What?"

I sighed and put his arm over my shoulders again.

"Nothing. Come on."

I started walking, Derek limping at my side. "How long do you think you have until you Change?" I asked him.

"Not long. Maybe a half an hour, but I can't be sure. We need to hide somewhere."

I nodded and the pressing tone in his voice got me walking faster. We headed toward the door and I peaked out through the small window on it.

It wasn't a busy hospital, but it still had people. And we couldn't be seen. So we waited until the hallways were clear, and made a run/limp for it. There were only a few passerby's, and no one really noticed us anyway, and we easily made it out.

It was dark, but then again, we could both had 'super night vision'. So we kept walking in that awkward silence.

We reached a dark alley, not too far from the hospital, and I sat Derek down there. He looked up at me, and opened his mouth as if to say something, then shut it.

"I need to go back for Will,"

Silence.

"Derek?"

"Huh?"

I bent down to his level, and cocked my head to the side,"You okay?"

He grunted softly, moving his leg to a more comfortable position, "Yeah, I'm good."

It was quiet again, and I guessed that was the end of our short conversation. I needed to get up, to get Will so we could get the heck outta here and get to Rochester, but I didn't. I stayed there, face to face with Derek. He stared at me, his eyes shining in the fading moonlight, and, unexpectedly, he leaned over. My heart sped up, but he stopped, his lips so close, but not close enough.

He sighed, his warm breath against my mouth, and took my hand.

"Careful 'kay?" he whispered, "Will isn't the most trustful guy out there."

I stiffened a little, "I trust him. Shouldn't that be enough?"

He mumbled something, and looked away again, but he still held my hand.

"Okay, well..." I slid my hand from his, "I'll be right back. You'll be okay?"

He started to fiddle with his shoe lace,"Yeah, fine."

I straightened and headed out of the alley.

I wish you had kissed me...