As soon as we got to the emergency room, me and Frenchy took Putzie out of the car and then put him on the gurney as the nurses take him to examine. I also showed them my arm and then learned I have to get stitches so it can heal. Marty told us she'll park the car.

After one and a half hours of getting stitches on my arm, they wrapped it around in a cast and told me not to do anything with it for at least two weeks and then they'll remove it as soon everything is healed as Putzie is examined and fixed.

I went to the waiting room as Frenchy and Marty were sitting.

"What happened?" Frenchy asked looking at the cast.

I replied, "I had to get stitches." And then I sat down between them.

"Jan?"

I slowly looked up to Frenchy in question. "What exactly happened back there?"

I took a deep breath and started, "As soon as I left you guys, I walked a few feet away from the alley. Those jerks showed up. They kidnapped me and threw me in the back seat!" I gasped as tears flow down my face. "And then I kept screaming for someone to save me, and then some guy took a knife out and scraped my arm with it. That was how I'm in a cast." I use gestures to show the cast. "And then Putzie jumped into the car to save me. He told me jump out while he holds the guys off. And then I ran back to you guys."

Then I immediately broke down to tears, and Marty and Frenchy immediately hug me. I was buried in a hug and was shaking after the trauma that happened.

After they released me, I stopped crying, but the tears still come out. "If I hadn't left you guys, Putzie and I would've been hurt. This is all my fault!" I keep repeating it as I broke down again.

"Jan, it ain't your fault!" Frenchy said gently comforting me. She hugs me as I laid my head on her shoulder and Marty rubs her hand up and down my not injured arm. I suddenly got a really bad headache.

It wasn't till two to three more hours of waiting to see if Putzie is alright. The whole time, I was sobbing once in a while and I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. Marty and Frenchy kept telling me to get some sleep while I wait, but my mind is so wide awake that I couldn't rest. The doctor showed up and called Putzie's name. His parents came about an hour ago after Frenchy called them. They finally came and sat with us just in time.

I asked, "What's up Doc?"

"You're friend will be alright. He just has a bump on his head which knocked him unconscious.

I sighed of relief that's he's alright.

"He's awake now. Do you want to see him?"

I nodded and stood up and was about to follow Putzie's parents, but Marty and Frenchy stopped me.

Marty says, "Maybe you should get home. It's after midnight."

I know. "I know. But I need to see him and thank him for what he did. He saved my life!"

Frenchy was about to argue but Marty stopped her and nodded. She says to me, "I'll call your parents and tell them your here."

I smiled softly in reply and then followed his parents to his hospital room.

Putzie is lying in his hospital bed, wide awake.

"Mom? Dad?" Putzie asked.

His mom has tears in her eyes as she hugs him. I stood by the door watching. I thought to give them a little bit of privacy for a moment and left him to take his medicine.

Putzie finally spotted me and then smiles glad that I arrived.

I smiled back and came over to him. His smile disappeared as soon as he discovers my arm in a cast.

I sat down in a chair beside his bed.

"What happened?" Putzie asked. And I replied, "You saved my life."

Putzie shook his head. "I mean the arm."

"Some jerk cut." I gestured to him as his eyes widen. "But it's alright now. Just a few stitches."

"How long are y' going to be in that for?"

"Just two weeks. Then the stitches will be removed."

I leaned back in the chair holding my head as it aches. "Thanks for saving me Putzie!"

He smiled in reply. Then something came up and asked, "Hey Putz? Where are the other guys?" I got suddenly worried.

He inhales deeply and explained, "We were just leaving the woods, but then I had a psychic feeling something isn't right, I told them I'll catch up, and then I heard screaming and… I realized you were in trouble."

My non injured arm reached out and held his hand and my thumb strokes his. We both have a conversation about what had happened earlier. And then I suddenly thought of Rizzo. I highly hope that she'll be alright.

"What's wrong?" He asked me.

I replied looking at him, "It's Rizzo. The guys took her away. She sacrificed herself for us. Oh Putzie! Something terrible is going to happen to her."

"She'll be ok." Putzie says, "she's very tough y' know." And then he yawns. "So tough."

I smiled. "I think the medicine is starting to kick in. Sleepy?" I asked.

Putzie laid down and smiles dreamily as if he looks like he's out of it, "Yeah..." And then his smile disappeared and then hold laughter. "I can see three of you!"

Yep. He's out of it.

I giggled, "Get some sleep Putzie."

He closed his eyes and asked, "Can you cuddle with me?"

My face twisted with confusion and awkwardness. Now I know he's completely out of it.

"Ok. But my parents may be coming in a few minutes." I laid down on the bed next to him. I cuddled with Putzie until he falls asleep. I looked at him as I stroked his hair.