Three

It had been a week and Agron still had not woken up from the coma. The doctors were still hopeful saying that he had been through a trauma but his friends and family were worried. Ashur was going away for a long time but that still didn't help the pain that Naevia felt at the situation. Crixus looked down at the man lying motionless in the bed and hated it because Agron wasn't supposed to be this still, he was supposed to be an annoying shit from east of the rhine that he hated. Instead the Gaul had found a newfound respect for the man, though he wouldn't call them friends at least not yet.

"I didn't like you and I don't know if I do now but I do know that Naevia is worried sick so you need to wake up," Crixus told the motionless man, "Besides I owe you a debt and I need to repay it."

"Never thought I would see the day you talk to him willingly," Spartacus' voice broke through and he looked to see his friend standing in the doorway with an amused expression.

"I don't like him but that doesn't mean I don't respect him," Crixus grumbled stepping back to stand beside his friend.

"Do you know why I put you two together as partners?" Spartacus asked looking at Agron who was still in the coma.

"It's because you wanted to punish us for fighting so much," Crixus answered remembering the words his friend and captain had used.

"No it wasn't actually," Spartacus told him ignoring the surprised expression as he continued, "I knew that despite all the hate that you two claimed to have for each other and the way that you guys argued that no matter what you guys would have each other's backs."

Crixus glared at the other man but he knew Spartacus was right. He hated the German but really that was mainly because of his ethnicity and the fact Agron could be an asshole but so could he. Despite all the times they got into fights the two of them always had each other's backs even if they still fought afterwards. He sighed sending up a silent prayer that if Agron woke up just maybe he wouldn't be so hard on the older man, he just had to wake up first.

~The Rescue~

Ashur narrowed his eyes in frustration at the situation he was in because of his careless actions. He had taken great pleasure in knowing that a cop had been hurt but now he was in prison for life with no chance of parole and no way out because he was a violent offender. He needed to formulate some plans, make some friends both inside and out and maybe he could get out. Ashur knew though that once he got out he wouldn't be running away for a new life, no he would be making sure all those responsible for his imprisonment paid for what had been done to him and oh the revenge would be so sweet.

~The Rescue~

Naevia had enough of all this and she was not leaving Agron's room until he woke no matter what anybody said. She sat in the chair by his bed and held his hand hating that it felt so cold. Agron and Crixus didn't like each other but despite all that he was her friend and now he could die because of her. Crixus had tried to tell her that it wasn't her fault but she couldn't believe it not right now, the bullet was supposed to hit her. She heard footsteps and looked up to see the man she loved standing over her looking at her with concern.

"Naevia," Crixus tried to say but he saw the look on her face.

"Please don't Crixus," Naevia begged looking back over at Agron so she didn't have to see his worried eyes staring down at her.

"It wasn't your fault Naevia," Crixus tried wrapping an arm around her shoulder in comfort.

"Yes it was and until he wakes up I won't believe otherwise," Naevia nearly yelled before remembering she was in a hospital and she saw the look on Crixus' face. She hated the way she was treating him and was tired of pushing him away because she needed him so she leaned into his touch resting her head on his stomach.

Crixus could see that she wasn't going to believe him and he sighed hating that she was feeling like this and there was nothing he could do about it. He was relieved when she leaned into him accepting the comfort instead of pushing him away like she had done for the past week. Naevia had nightmares about the kidnapping and everything that followed but nothing seemed to help her. Crixus had tried to help but she just kept pushing him away and he hated when he would get angry over it because he understood that this was hard for her, it would be hard for anyone, but he just wanted her in his arms. Crixus felt her go almost limp in his arms and he looked down to see that she had fallen asleep sitting up giving away just how exhausted she truly was. He carefully moved her so that her head was resting on the hospital bed and when he went to leave to get a blanket he heard something that stopped him; a cough. Crixus looked over to see Agron struggling to breath coughing, probably from the tubes that had been down his throat earlier in the week and so he walked closer grabbing water and a straw and holding it to his lips. He saw the German give him a suspicious expression and Crixus put his finger to his lips telling him to be quiet. Crixus pointed and he saw the minute that Agron knew Naevia was sleeping because he settled back down in the bed. Looking at Agron he could see that something had changed him, made him calm or maybe that was just the near death experience, Crixus really didn't know but he did know that things were going to be okay because they were alive and that was all that mattered.