"Why do you do this to me?" Marshall sings out loud as he makes his way to the diner. "Why do you do this so easily?" Usually he'd be singing his own songs but he remembered a song he once heard and it fit his mood so, for the past week, he's been singing it. "You make it hard to smile." The cat, as he likes to refer to Cake, that Fionna wouldn't be there tonight, but he's still not contempt. "You make it hard to breath. Why do you do this to me?" Fionna is on his mind. The way her eyes held hatred and hurt that night. The sobs he had heard after he'd shut the door. His own misery. It's a quiet night. No cars are out, nor are frogs croaking.

He's about to cross the street when he observes a person just lying there. Maybe some bum passed out drunk on the curb. As he gets closer he notices blonde hair, a blue outfit…bunny ears.

"Oh glob" He says out loud, "oh glob, this is bad." He runs to the unconscious girl and picks her up and off the road. "Fi, please, wake up!" He gets no response. He looks around for help, but no one is in sight. The nearest hospital is fifty miles away, and he didn't have his motorcycle; it's still at the diner. Gathering all his strength, he begins to run, carrying the limp Fionna all the way.

Beep…beep. The faint noise bugs the lump out of Fionna. She turns in her sleep finding a sharp pain in her arm. "Ouch." She yelps out.

"Thank Glob! She's alive!" A familiar, motherly voice cries out in relief. Fionna opens her eyes to find a worried Chrome sitting next to a standing and sobbing Cake.

"Cake! Hey! What's up?" The blaring, bright lights of the hospital room hurts Fionna's eyes.

"What's up?! Honey, you got hit by a crazy person and here you are, being crazy yourself!" She's in hysterics.

"Well, watcha doing here? Who's at the diner." Fionna asks, ignoring what Cake had said.

"Gumball's been watching the shop for us. Bella's there with him."

"What happened?" Fionna can't remove the IV needle from her arm. Cake begins to cry again.

"A car hit you." Chrome says calmly. "Marshall found you and brought you to the dinner. Cake and I drove you here. You're in the hospital."

"Marshall?" Fionna fights hard to remember, "Where is he?" Marshall emerges from behind the concerned couple as if he was ashamed of Fionna seeing him.

"Hey." He mumbles. He stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"Cake, Chrome, could Marshall and I have a minute please?"

"Alright, sugar." Cake has calmed down a bit, she goes over to kiss her on the cheek. "Feel better."

As they are leaving Chrome whispers to Marshall, "Fix this."

"Sooo…." Marshall says as soon as the couple leaves. Fionna tries to sit up in bed, to no avail. Instead she gets a small pain on her ribcage. Marshall rushes to her aid. "Careful, tiger, take it easy."

"Sit, please." Her voice is demanding but broken. Marshall does as he is told; they stay quiet for a while. Finally Fionna breaks the silence. "You saved my life." She states.

"Your life wasn't at stake." Marshall replies. "Anyone could have picked you up at any time." He realizes how wrong this sounds and turns bright red. Fionna doesn't notice, or doesn't say anything if she did.

"How long have I been out?"

"Three days."

"You stayed with me all that time?"

"During the night, yes, but I went home during the day." He's embarrassed at his confession.

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me."

"But I do. I owe you one."

"Nah, don't worry about it." Fionna's eyes are filled with bitter happiness. They are quiet once more. Marshall reaches over to remove it from her face, but she catches his wrist.

"What's this?" Her tone changes from hurt to mad. His wrist is covered in angry red lines.

"They are...well, they're cuts." Marshall says ashamed of him-self.

"Why?" Her expression holds disappointment.

"You," he gets up from his seat abruptly, "you didn't give me a chance to explain anything to you. That first night we met, last Saturday, from the start you didn't give yourself a chance to get to know me. You believe I was some arrogant jerk, who didn't give two rat's asses about you but I did." He stops himself. "I do. I care. I just wanted a chance for you to get to know me. The real me, and since I couldn't have that chance, I went back to my bad habit." He's pacing around the room as he gives his speech but now he's looking straight at Fionna.

"You wanted to be my friend?" Fionna asks so innocently.

I want to be more than that. "Yes" Marshall's face is a dark shade of red.

"Ok." Fionna decides, "but you have to stop with the cutting, please."

"I know."

"And you have to earn my trust." Marshall nods. "And be nice to Cake."

"I know." He says once again.

"And you can keep your 'bad boy' image in front of your fans. Throw them kisses, wink, do your thing on stage, and make them go wild."

Marshall and Fionna crack up.

"Yes mam'" Seeing Fionna's smile is enough to lighten Marshall's heart. Relief over comes him. Thank Glob he isn't hooked onto one of the heart monitors or else Fionna would be surprised at how fast his heart is beating.