They stared at each other for what could have been ages, their only movement the blinking of their eyes and the heaving of their chests. One's breath was ragged, the other sounding as if he were underwater, his lungs gurgling with every breath. Beneath the gurgling sound came another, a low whining sound like that of a beaten dog as the one prostrated upon the ground lost consciousness and his head lolled to one side, the blackened eyes closing tightly against the tide of blackness that had rolled over him.

Recovering his senses, Doctor Cole sprung into action as quickly as his advanced years and damaged body would allow him to. Kneeling beside Morgan he placed his cheek over his new patient's nose and mouth and checked his breathing, what he heard was not good.

Wasting no time he manoeuvred Morgan into the recovery position and hoped that the blood he had heard welling up in the young man's chest would find some way out, if it didn't he knew that without prompt treatment the injuries that Morgan had suffered could prove fatal. Despite all his years of experience and knowing what it was his patient would require in his treatment there was one thing that now puzzled the Doctor and cast a shadow of fear across his heart

What happened now?

For any of his patients and any other, the answer was simple, call for an ambulance and send them to a hospital for treatment. But this was no ordinary patient, this was Morgan, a known killer and feared throughout the three towns of Lazy town, Crazy town and Greentown, if not further afield still.

To take Morgan to hospital was unfeasible, it was dangerous not only to Morgan who in such an injured state would be almost unable defend himself against any that felt ill of his presence but also to the others in the hospital if Morgan chose to harm them even in his current state.

It was impossible for him to take Morgan to his house, there were many in GreenTown that would do them both harm if they knew of his whereabouts and his patient needed near constant care. There was little chance that Michael would take the time to keep watch over Morgan or even be around all the time.

There was only one last option left to the Doctor. With doubt in his mind he pulled out his mobile phone and dialled a number that was almost as familiar as his own. After a few rings the phone on the other side was answered.

Licking his lips the Doctor spoke quickly, "Robbie, I need to ask you a very very big favour,"

It was almost as if a great weight had been dropped upon him, what breath he may have had in his body escaped him. He had never thought before how such a question could have affected him but the possibility was unnerving. Closing his eyes, he wished that he had never been summoned by the power that his unexpected guest radiated around her. While she was there he couldn't leave, she would just pull him back again. The only way he could leave would be to answer her question.

"Beep, there is, ding, a possibility," Doctor Cranium sighed.

She wanted him to elaborate, to tell her something more, to give her a definitive answer but something was stopping her. She was shaking; someone was shaking her, not here but elsewhere. Someone was trying to wake her, to pull her back to her body. Unable to fight it, she let herself go.

Kit nearly jumped back from the bed, surprised by the suddenness of how Robyn woke. He had been trying to rouse her for some minutes and hadn't expected her to waken so quickly from seemed to be an extremely deep sleep.

Recovering from his surprise and giving Robyn a sheepish grin, Kit explained his need for waking her, "There's someone downstairs, they want to see you."

"Ok, give me a second to get changed and I'll be down." Robyn smiled as she got out of bed.

Returning the smile, Kit pressed a kiss to Robyn's lips and sauntered out of the room, closing the door behind him. He leaned against it with a sigh for a moment and proceeded downstairs.

Five minutes later Robyn left her room and began to make her way downstairs. She could hear hushed voices that seemed to grow quieter as she reached the stairs and took the steps down. There was near silence when came to the bottom, looking around the living room she could see several men, some she recognised, some she didn't but there was one face that stood out amongst them all, not just because of the injuries inflicted to it but the features that were not too dissimilar to her own.

Looking at the row of faces once again that stood around the seated figure with a frown she tried to dispel the image of him but by some force her eyes were drawn to him once again.

Taking three shaky steps closer to him she shook her head, "Morgan?"

((I'm sorry for the incredible lateness of this chapter but hopefully you'll enjoy it and will continue to follow the story and I can promise more frequent updates))