Prompt: Red refuses to leave the makeshift hospital for a safer place without Lizzie and the Fulcrum.

When the infernal ringing in his ears finally subsided, Raymond Reddington dared to open his eyes and find out what sub-par hospital Lizzie had undoubtedly insisted he be dragged to. He was pleasantly surprised to find a makeshift hospital room in some sort of underground bunker.

She was learning.

Itching in his arm alerted him that some sort of thick, clear liquid was being forced into his body, and he pulled a face. Morphine. Morphine to knock him out…to make him vulnerable…susceptible to an attack he wouldn't even feel. In an uncharacteristic show of panic, Red ripped the IV out of his arm and started to tug away the various wires that seemed to be connected to every body part. The alarms didn't even register in his brain until the door swung open and the room flooded with people.

"Mr. Reddington, you must stop that!"

"Please don't do that, Dear; you're going to be in a lot of pain if you don't let me put this IV back in."

"Mr. Reddington, if you don't calm down we're going to have to strap you to the bed!"

"The hell you are!"

Lizzie's stern voice hit Red like a lightning bolt and he flushed, embarrassed at the scene he was making. Settling back onto the pillows, he tried not to grunt at the sudden sharp pain in his chest.

"Where am I?" Red wracked his brain for memories of the day before, but found that things went blurry after…after Lizzie told him to go.

Why couldn't he have forgotten that, too?

Lizzie approached the bed hesitantly, cutting her eyes at the barrage of doctors and nurses that hung awkwardly back, not wanting to get caught up in whatever was about to happen. "You. Nancy." She addressed the nurse that had tried desperately to get the IV full of pain medication back into Red's arm. "Stay, please. Everyone else can go."

Red watched, thoroughly impressed when the room cleared at her command.

"Red," Lizzie cooed soothingly, immediately drawing Red's suspicion, "please lie back and let this nice lady get you hooked back up." There was a slight pressure on Red's shoulder as Lizzie pushed him gently back onto the pillows.

"No." Stubbornness was usually Lizzie's forte, but Red thought he'd give it a whirl. "Not until you tell me where we are."

Lizzie sighed. "Really? That's what you're worried about? In about a minute you're going to be in so much pain you'll be begging me to knock you out, and you're worried about where you are?"

"Yes."

"You're in an underground safe house."

Lizzie glanced nervously at his door, and a slow understanding crept up on Red, causing his fingers to dig into the sheets.

"Who does it belong to? It's certainly not mine. Too primitive."

Lizzie blushed faintly. "It doesn't matter."

"It matters a great deal. Who does this place belong to?"

The soft, pleading look in Lizzie's eyes gave her away. "He was only trying to help…"

"Damn it, Lizzie." Red fumbled for the sheets and threw them back from his legs, pretending not to notice when Lizzie eyed his scarred legs curiously. "We have to get out of here." A loud banging noise stopped him in his tracks.

"Raymond, I know the circumstances aren't ideal, but this is no time to complain about them. Get back in bed." Dembe closed the door behind him as he entered, giving Lizzie a nod.

Red planted his feet defiantly on the floor, wincing as a stitch pulled. "I'm not staying here. Take me to my apartment. It's safer and it doesn't smell like Lysol and vomit."

"Talk some sense into him, Dembe," Lizzie begged, sliding an arm around Red's waist, though he showed no signs of stumbling.

Dembe shook his head. "I'm sorry, Liz," he said apologetically. "He's right. I do not trust Tom Keen, and you shouldn't either. Raymond needs to be moved."

"We all need to be moved." Red leaned into Lizzie's arms, feigning exhaustion. "All of us. Me, you, Lizzie, and the Fulcrum. It'll be a disaster if we stay." His voice caught at the end, and suddenly he was truly tired…and truly in pain.

"It's too dangerous to move you," Lizzie protested, tightening her grip around his waist in emphasis.

"Lizzie," Red wheezed, allowing her to settle him back on the bed. "You have two options. You come with me to my home until I'm recuperated enough to get things back on track, or…I have Tom shot in the head and we stay in this nice little hidey hole. Your call."

Lizzie's mouth opened and closed several times; looking so much like a fish Red would have laughed if he wasn't in so much pain.

The things he did to get his way.

"Fine," Lizzie relented after several never-ending moments. Red sighed in relief, leaning back onto the blessed pillows. "But this thing with Tom is over. We leave him alone and he leaves us alone."

"Deal. We leave as soon as Mr. Kaplan returns."

Red closed his eyes and stretched out his arm, alarmed when he heard the shuffling of feet that told him the room was clearing out.

"Wait!" he yelled, and she shuffling stopped.

"What's wrong?" Lizzie returned to his side and crossed her arms.

"Morphine. Give me my damn morphine!"