Clare's POV

The moment he was out of my sight I start bawling like a baby. Tears stream down my face and I am breathing weirdly.

Adam and I were both crying. We turned into each other and had a crying hug.

Ali rubbed my back and Connor patted Adam's.

Then an officer walked up.

I wiped my tears.

"Clare Edwards?" he asked.

"Yes?" I say strongly.

"I'm Officer Newman, but call me Rob. Are you related to Elijah in anyway?"

"No,"

"What are you to him?"

I wiped the fresh batch of tears away. "His girlfriend,"

"And you?" he pointed at Adam.

"I'm his best friend," Adam stated.

"And what about the rest of you, are you all related to Elijah?"

"No, we're just his friends." Alli said and Dave and Connor nodded.

"Okay…. Now I'm only supposed to tell relatives what happened but here it is." He gulped. "Bad news- His head was pounded into the floor repeatedly and luckily there is no brain damage but he is bleeding, on the outside. And the scars and gashes can be fixed right away and the ones on his face will go away since they aren't that deep, but the ones one on his arm will be with him forever. On his side there is a bruise and he may have a tender spot there. He also has a broken wrist.

Good news- he'll be fine. But he may be in the hospital a long time."

My heart swelled.

He'll be fine.

I smiled sadly at Officer Newman. "Thanks Rob,"

He got up and talked to a woman that looked a lot like Eli.

I resumed crying on Adam's shirt sleeve.

"I know it hurts, but… he's going to be fine…" Adam whispers in my ear,

Eli's POV

I sat on a hospital bed, remembering against my will.

*Flashback*

I walked out of the Dot and a hand dragged me to the floor.

"So, Mr. Hearse… you decide to make me look bad. Bianca won't even talk to me." Fitz says.

"You make yourself look bad entirely by yourself."

Damn it. My mouth is a dangerous weapon.

"Plus, you have Clare."

"You like Clare?"

"That's beside the point Dr. Death."

"Then what is the point?"

He started kicking me in the side.

"That you're going to pay,"

Then all I remember is someone pouncing on top of me and punching my head to the floor repeatedly.

Needless to say it hurt and every time my head made contact to the floor (6 times I think) it was like when you stare at a light and then you close.

And then his friends joined in, jumping in on the chance of a lifetime.

Yeah, there goes my sarcasm.

My mouth gets me into more trouble than anything else.

I blacked out then woke up during the bruising and scaring repeatedly. The scaring was the worse since it felt like a blade was cutting my skin apart. Don't get me wrong, the bruising sucked too but a little less. Oh who am I kidding, it was all a little visit to hell.

Then I finally blacked out but I could still hear.

"Dude, he's not waking up." Owen said.

'Wow, those geniuses,' I thought.

"Give it time," Fitz said.

Ten minutes fly by, and I still don't awake.

They start to panic.

"Is he dead?" one guy asked.

'No…' I thought.

Jeez sometimes I need to shut up.

"What if he is dead?"

One felt my pulse. "He's alive."

"Shit, we beat on him for over an hour."

"Adam never passed out and he's a girl!"

Yeah, I don't regret my sarcasm anymore.

"We never beat Adam this hard!"

And one by one they ran away.