Author's Note: Like I said, this one seemingly makes no sense, and this is what happens when I write at 2 in the morning (or 2:00 for people who read time like that).

Day One-Hundred Twelve: A Thousand Years by Christina Perri

There was a stumble coming through the front door and it startled Spencer. She nearly jumped when she heard it. Putting down the book, she got up slowly to see who it was.

"Toby? What the hell are you doing? And what the hell happened to you?"

There was a deep furrow in between her brows as she stared at him. He looked bruised and…bloodied. And maybe drunk.

"I got into a fight."

Although he probably did have a lot of drinks, his words were perfectly coherent and his voice was steady.

"I thought you weren't going to do this again. You scared me half to death the last time."

This wasn't quite a normal occurrence, per se, but it had happened in the past.

But this time, he looked so…awful. Her heartbeat quickened. She was a bit disappointed in him, but she couldn't just leave him like this. What kind of fiancé would that make her?

After she had the bathtub filled and Toby had been given coffee (and water) and was a little more sober, she brought him into the bathroom.

Gingerly, she began to unclothe him. It wasn't sexy or sensual in any way, but her heartbeat hastened again when she saw the bruises. They were odd colors. In any other form, they might've been interesting—pretty, even—but now, they were simply haunting.

"You promised me this wouldn't happen again," she reminded him quietly.

"I…I know," he stuttered.

With this, she remembered why she had reservations on accepting his proposal. She was scared he would let her down in the worst possible way. Or maybe even…worse.

Maybe she would let him down. She had the worst, most inexplicable fear of falling.

But she put on a brave face to try and tend to his wounds and scars.

"Toby, you need to tell me what happened."

At this point, she had realized he was completely sober. He looked ashamed of what he had done. "I already told you."

"Yeah, I know you said that some guy was being an ass, but you don't expect me to believe that, do you?" she retorted, almost with a sense of bitterness and urgency. "It was something more personal."

He was silent. She knew that she had gotten him. "What happened?"

She knew he wouldn't lie to her this time. Something just told her that much.

"It was Andrew."

She tensed up. For the both of them, that simple name left a bitter, horrid taste in their mouths. "What did he say?" she inquired tensely.

He sighed. "It was about you."

She was silent again. It was like time stood still for the moments they were silent. Everything seemed frozen in time.

"What did he say?" she inquired meekly.

"He said…" he began, before stopping himself. "Spencer…I don't think you want to know."

"I do."

She was nothing if not persistent.

"He was calling you really awful names and…I couldn't let him do that to you," he confessed. "I couldn't let someone take anything away from you. And I know that sometimes my temper gets the best of me, and I wish that I hadn't taken it out physically, but I didn't see another option at the time."

He looked so alone at the moment. She still couldn't figure it out. "If it was only Andrew, why do you look like this?" she asked quietly.

"He had some friends with him. Friends…I don't really want to talk about it."

She assumed that was fine, but as she walked behind him to examine his body entirely, she looked him over. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw the full extent of his injuries. She could see the gashes on his back where dried blood had settled. She ran her fingers over the injuries very softly.

"Toby, why didn't you just go to the hospital?"

"It's not that serious."

"It's not that serious?! You must be joking! You look like you were stabbed." When he didn't reply, she looked extremely anxious. "You didn't get stabbed, right?" she inquired.

He sighed. "Slashed, maybe."

"With a knife?!" she had never seen something so horrible. She shook her head. This was certainly a scary moment in her life.

After some more hesitation, she took of the rest of his clothes and got him into the warm bath. Carefully and cautiously, she washed his entire body so he maybe looked less bloody and like he had just gotten in…well, he looked less bloody.

She realized, though, how much he must've loved her. No other man she had ever been with would've done something like this for her.

Once she had gotten him halfway dressed again, she got the rubbing alcohol and a lot of cotton balls.

"Toby…this is going to hurt. Probably a lot," she informed him.

He sighed. "I know."

She carefully pressed it to one gash near his right shoulder blade. She could feel him wince in pain. She frowned.

Several bloodied cotton balls later, she capped the alcohol and stepped away. "Please don't fight again. I don't want to see you like this." She hated seeing him like this. He looked a bit…lonely and broken. While a tiny part of her was grateful that he wanted to defend her, she didn't want it at this cost.

A long talk later, both of them had settled in bed. She tried hard not to look at the bruises on his jaw, on his chest, and in several other places on his upper body, but it was hard when it was so glaringly obvious.

"You look so beautiful and I look so…horrible," he commented with a scowl in self-loathing.

"I love you anyway. No matter how stupid the things you do are," she teased, perhaps a bit too cruelly. "But I don't really care. I feel like I've been…waiting for you my whole life. Like I loved you for forever already," she said quietly. She began to trace the bruises gently with her fingertips. They were haunting in some odd kind of way. She could feel his heavy breaths. She could swear she could feel his heart beating.

He gently pulled her hand away from the bruises and instead held her hand.

She noted how their hands seemed to fit perfectly together…almost like they were made for each other. She wasn't sure if she believed in fate or destiny, but she was pretty sure that they were meant to be together. She always knew that she was meant to find someone like him.

"I'll love you forever," he said quietly.

She bit her lip and nodded slightly. "I will love you until the end of time."

AL seems to just dislike me now so...I quoted Lana, but I guess you won't see it... :(

MizzFizzRizz: Sadly, some people are like that and it's horrible. The most I've spent on shoes is probably like $50/$60 on white converse for school (ridiculous, especially since I only needed them for a few weeks and they changed the rule so we could wear any colour sneakers) and the same amount on a pair of black flats (also for school). That really sucks. And that's pretty dumb, too. Robots have feelings? Whaaaa?

Sarah:You're like the bestest. I love you so much. You're just...ugh, I want to hug you, but idek you. I get headaches all the time. They suck. Good night.

tobyequalshottness:Wow, I am the exact same way. Like, exactly the same. I have no common sense, whatsoever. Why thank yewwwww :) I try my bestest. I don't even care about grammar. It's 00:12 (or 12:12 AM) as I write this. My grandma thinks I'm dumb because I laugh while watching youtube videos and I think it's ridiculous, but whatever. They don't understand.

I almost forgot to update, so sorry to the 16 people who may actually be reading this. But I love you guys :) Alright, so...the next one-shot is Catch Me by Demi Lovato and I need to remember to update in about 20 hours (guesstimate), because I cannot afford to lose anymore days.

Infomercials during Two and a Half Men is the shite, no matter what anyone tells you, especially at midnight. I'm having fun right now :) -Kayson