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This is chapter 7 then (I guess it's kind of a big one). Reference of 3X16- Knockdown.

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I am preparing dinner when it happens.

The phone call.

The one I have been subconsciously waiting for-and dreading-since I started dating Kevin.

The phone call with a bad news. The news that Kevin is in danger. That Kevin is hurt.

It was bound to happen one day. His job involves dealing with the most dangerous and cruelest kind of people. The science of probability would mean nothing if it never happened.

Yes, I know all that. But that does not mean I am prepared for this.

The second I see that Kate is calling, I get a bad feeling.

'Hello?', I say in a shaky voice.

Kate says that something has happened and I should know. First she says Kevin is fine, I do not have to worry.

But somehow I am not sure what she means by 'fine'. In some situations just surviving is 'fine'.

She says Kevin probably would not want me to find out yet, but she thinks if she was at my place she would prefer knowing as soon as she could.

By this point I am almost close to shouting 'Just tell me what happened!'

She tells me. Some guy they were chasing captured Kevin and Javier and tortured them for information. They tortured Kevin physically. Javier had to watch.

When I ask what they actually did to Kevin, Kate says they dunked his head in water a few times. 'Ice water.', she hesitates before saying.

It is January.

'He just has a mild hypothermia.' Kate assures me. 'He's gonna be okay.'

Okay? That word sounds alien to me now.

I try to keep my voice in check as I ask where they are right now, and when Kate says I really don't need to go down there I am already pretty much past my toleration point, so I say something harsh and half-insane and I am sure it does not even make much sense but she understands. So she gives me the address of that abandoned building.

When I am there, the area is taped, there are several police cars with their red-and-blue lights flashing and people are busily moving about everywhere. When I try to get in, they deny. So I have to call Kate. She comes out from a paramedic van, lets me in, then points me to the other van.

I can see someone lying in there.

Javier is also in there, sitting.

I almost run to it.

Javier sees me first. I see him telling something to the man who is lying down and who is obviously Kevin, then get down from the van.

'Are you okay?', I briefly ask him before getting into the van. He has a red line around his neck.

'Yeah.', he nods and walks away. He looks fine.

But I do not underestimate the fact that he was the one who had to watch. I know he loves Kevin, and if I were the one in his place with Kevin in that building, I know I would have my head dunked in ice-water rather than watching someone do it to him.

I get into the van. Look at Kevin. And I cannot breath.

There is too much blue, much more blue than I want to see.

The blue in his eyes is like ice. And yes, normally it is a pretty shade, but accompanied with his face which an unnatural pale blue and his lips which is a darker shade of it, it reminds me of all things winter and bleak and…death.

His dark brown hair is wet and tussled. He is covered up to his neck in a thick gray blanket. And he is still shivering.

'J-jenny?', he says, like he is not sure he is seeing me.

'Kevin!' I whisper as I kneel beside him on the floor of the van. I touch his face and it feels like he has just come out of a refrigerator.

I know my eyes are tearing up because he is blurring now.

'H-hey. Hey. 'M f-fine.', he is saying, and seriously? I am being the weaker one here? I mentally kick myself and quickly wipe away the tears.

I swallow the lump in my throat and say, 'Kevin.'

I stop, not quite sure what to say, because all I want to do now is just hug him and hug him so tight that I will crawl under his skin and he will never, ever, ever be cold again.

Instead I smile, and say, 'It's winter, you know. If you wanted to feel cold, you could have just taken a walk with your coat off at 5 in the morning.'

He tries to smile back, but his lips are not quite permitting it.

'B-but I hate waking uh-up early!'

I dry chuckle escapes me. I slip in my hands under the blanket and find his, which are, again, very cold.

I rub my hands with his as I say, 'Hmph. All right, but don't get any more crazy ideas, okay?'

He coughs. Then he says 'Promise.' with a solemn face.

I smile a little.

The shivering has subsided.

We are quiet for a few moments. Then he says, 'How did you…'

'Kate called me.' And seeing his expression I add, 'And I am very glad that she did. I can't imagine not being here right now.'

Then I lean down and rest my forehead on his.

'I love you, Kevin.' ,I whisper.

'I know.' ,he whispers back. His eyes are very close to mine, and I can see warmth in the icy blue now.

'Don't you dare leave me. Ever.'

'I will try my b-best not to.' he says, 'That ring cost quite a fortune and…'

'You are very right in thinking I will most definitely not be giving it back.' I finish. 'So don't even think about leaving.'

Then I press my lips on his cold ones.

'Ever.' ,I whisper.

The time that comes after is difficult.

It is difficult for him because he has nightmares. He tosses and turns in his sleep and when I wake him up, he has difficulty breathing. Once he actually wakes up screaming 'don't shoot!' and I find out the guy had been on the verge of shooting out his kneecap when Kate arrived.

It is difficult for me because it breaks my heart every time I have to see him like this- eyes wide and the color of frost, mouth open, trying to gulp in air like he only has a limited time to do it.

But we work through it. I calm him down, talking to him, soothing him, telling him that he is okay, that everyone is okay, that it was over. Then we wipe away our tears and lie down holding each other in our arms. And finally sleep comes, blissful.

And yes, it is bad, but it could have been worse if either of us were panicking, backing down, giving in. But we are not.

So, as time passes, it gets better. Then an entire month goes by when he does not have the nightmare once, and his eyes are remind me of not ice, but burning blue fire and I know we have survived.

Like we have survived before, and will survive in the future.