thatlittlefreakygeek – Love your name I got your review literally as I posted chapter ten so I didn't get to reply to you! And as for your writing, I'm sure it's great. You should post something so we can all share some Waterloo Road love. X

With that in mind, I wanted to do a few shout outs to the authors and stories that I have personally just loved in the Kevasty field. I think you should all totally go and read these if you haven't already:

The trial of Steve-O Malone by dustdancingintheflickerlight – I can't even explain how much suspense this fic has. Chapter two is a serious winner

Barry's Revenge by Virgo girl 14 – This only has one chapter so far, but who doesn't love Barry. I've been waiting on tenterhooks for the next update.

A love story by kevinanddynasty – A gorgeous fic from the very beginning of Kevasty from such a lovely writer. She's friendly, I promise!

All The Little Drabbles byTheInternetGoblin – Pure epicness.

Jouren4Life – There are a few, so I'll just say you should read anything by this author.

Okay, Chapter Eleven, which is really just Chapter Ten part two.

Chapter Eleven

The Liminal; a barren wasteland between two points, an unfixed position. Dynasty hadn't understood Miss Mulgrew when she had first explained the concept within Macbeth, but now, in her hazy thoughts, it featured clearly in her own gothic love story.

Dynasty was neither awake nor unconscious. She was floating, abandoned between life and darkness. She could hear voices around her but they were far away, separated from her by a thick fog. The voices belonged to bodies that lingered just beyond the smoky partition. One touched her hand, gripping her fingers gently and stroking soft circles on her palm. The other touched a hand to her forehead and sighed.

Dynasty tried to flex her fingers around the hand that held her own but felt an overwhelming weight pressing down on her limbs, restricting every movement she attempted.

Before long she concentrated her efforts on her other senses. The air smelt sterile and the covers, pulled up to her chest, were scratchy and coarse. Dynasty ignored her discomfort and instead strained to hear the voices more clearly. She recognised a female voice to her left that muttered, "I'm going to get something to eat," but the voice and its owner were gone before Dynasty could place her.

Dynasty fought with her body again, forcing her eyes to open. Despite her efforts she accomplished only a flicker, before slamming them shut again against the bright lights that assaulted her. Her nose wrinkled in disgust. What small movements she had made however were not ignored.

"Dynasty?" a low voice questioned.

Through the red filter of her eyelids Dynasty saw the glaring lights fade to a dim grey as she was bathed in the shadow of the man who had spoken.

"Dynasty? Dynasty, wake up, please," the voice begged.

A cool hand swept along her jaw and she recognised its smoothness as the same as the hand that still clutched hers.

Dynasty's head ached with the effort to open her eyes again; however once they were indeed open she found she was not as drained as she had felt seconds ago.

She was greeted by white walls and a greying tiled ceiling. Beside her a large boxy machine that she had seen before only on television glowed with lines and numbers that she didn't understand. She traced the trail of the machines wires until they disappeared beneath the sheets. Her arms, laid out beside her were lightly bruised but Dynasty's attention was caught by the small square of tape that held a long, needle tipped tube against her arm, the needle buried deep beneath her skin.

Dynasty twisted her head away from the sickening invasion. Her neck burned as she stretched the bruised skin.

"Dyn?"

Dynasty raised her gaze towards the voice. Her eyes washed over a soft, smiling face with watering eyes and thick dark hair.

Kevin.

"Hey," he whispered, trailing his hand across Dynasty's cheek again.

As he spoke, Dynasty was suddenly too aware of the large dressing taped below his ear. The split in his lip appeared to be a minor injury in relation to the deep, sewn up gash that ran from the centre of his forehead to his eyebrow.

Dynasty's lip trembled as she tried to speak. Once she was able, her voice was hoarse and croaking.

"I'm not being mean or nothing, but you look awful," she rasped, squeezing Kevin's hand gently.

Kevin laughed, fixing her with shining eyes before placing a light kiss on Dynasty's forehead.

"Look who's talking," Kevin jibed softly, easing out of his seat.

As he sat down, Dynasty choked out a feeble yelp of anguish as his weight jostled and stretched her stomach, sending shards of twisting agony through her abdomen.

"Oh God, I'm sorry, I didn't..." he stuttered, leaning forwards to stand up again.

Dynasty grasped his hand tightly.

"No, don't move," she gasped, unwilling to allow him rock the bed again.

Dynasty breathed deeply, each breath causing a new stab of pain to shoot through her. She looked up at Kevin with indignant eyes.

"How bad is it?" she asked through gritted teeth.

Kevin shook he head and pulled her hand into his lap, running his fingertips over the back.

"Well, it's good and bad." Kevin paused and Dynasty nodded for him to continue. "Good being that they don't think there will be any complications as long as you take it easy. Think of it as a couple of month's worth of breakfasts in bed."

Kevin smiled but Dynasty's returning grin resembled a scowl more closely.

"The bad news," Kevin continued, "is that they don't know where the gun came from. Old bullets or a fault mechanism they think but... well, the bullet kind of broke up. Your surgeon told Chalky that he had to 'dig deeper' to get all the fragments out."

Dynasty grimaced.

"Chalky's here?"

Kevin nodded eagerly.

"Yeah, came up on the train yesterday. He's not happy but he'll be glad you're awake. I think that goes for everyone," Kevin said.

Dynasty didn't reply. She felt suddenly exhausted again at the idea of seeing everybody, answering their endless questions. She couldn't sleep however, not before she knew the answer to her final question.

"So, where is he?" Dynasty murmured, twisting her fingers through Kevin's.

Kevin frowned before he laughed again.

"Eating, as usual. I keep telling him-"

"Not Chalky, Kevin," Dynasty interrupted.

Kevin's face fell into a crumpled glower. He studied the floor intently, avoiding her eyes resolutely. He shook his head slowly.

"Kevin?"

Kevin closed his eyes and let out a long, heaving breath.

"We don't know where he is."