Killer's giant truck rumbled up to the sidewalk in front of the dorm. You'd sat nervously waiting for him in the snow for over an hour, so the heat of the truck's cab was extremely welcomed. It was a three-hour drive to the hospital Kid had been taken to.

"What happened?" You blurted before you could even buckle up.

"He left early this morning. I guess there were still some drunks out." Killer stared ahead, "They ran him into an embankment ejecting him from his bike. Apparently, a low barbwire fence stopped him but his left arm was pretty mangled up."

A wave of nausea flowed through you as a knot formed in your throat.

"I-is he gonna be OK?" You croaked.

Killer's hand enveloped your knee giving you a reassuring squeeze.

"He's pretty durable." He smiled.

A question you hadn't thought to ask before this moment flashed through you mind.

"Why did you come get me?"

Killer turned to look at you through his shaggy bangs, "He asked for you."

It was a simple enough response. And if it were anyone else you wouldn't have thought twice about it. This was Kid, your enemy... you are enemies... right?

He asked for you in a vulnerable moment after being injured, why?

"I didn't really think to ask but are you OK to stay the night? We can drive back tomorrow afternoon when Kid's parents get back to town. I didn't want him to be alone."

"I'm off so it's fine. It isn't far from the Newgate's. I can crash at their place." You tapped your chin.

"Don't be ridiculous. You're staying with me at Kid's place."

"Alright." You sheepishly agreed.

By the time you arrived at the hospital it was evening. Kid was stable and allowed to have visitors though he wasn't conscious. Nurses prepared you and Killer before you entered the room. Your heart fell at the list of injuries he'd sustained.

The light above his bed was on the lowest setting high lighting the copper undertones in his hair. Fresh bandages covered 60% of the left side of his body. Normally he was pale but in a beautiful pearly sort of way, right now what wasn't bruised, was beyond white; a faded matte version of himself. You swallowed hard as Killer guided you further into the room and took a seat to his right.

"Oh Kid." You breathed just below a whisper brushing your fingers over the scratched black nail polish he always managed to keep so perfect.

A bedside monitor pinged at a steady pace while his hand twitched beneath yours.

"T- thiiirsty." He whined in a low dry voice eyes still shut.

"Kid?" Killer murmured.

You both watched quietly as the redhead stirred. His eyes opened but remained half lidded.

"I'll go see if he can have some water." Killer turned to exit.

"F/N?" He whispered lacing his fingers with yours.

A flush washed over you at the sound of your own name.

"H-hey." You forced a small smile, "Are you hurting? Killer is getting a nurse I think."

He blinked slowly, eyes still heavy from being sedated.

"My left arm feels...weird?" His brows knit.

You choked back the lump in your throat trying to find your voice again, "That's because... it isn't there anymore honey."

"Honey?" He echoed drowsily, "I like it."

"Idiot." You scoffed, "Did you hear what I said?"

"Mhm." He frowned squeezing your fingers.

"I'm sorry." You murmured scooting closer.

Every bit of you just wanted to touch him, caress his cheek and tell him it was going to be alright. Killer and a nurse entered the room with a cup of water putting an end to your urges. She checked the monitor and his IV.

"Try not to move too much." She smiled sweetly before leaving the three of you alone.

"You can sleep if you want man." Killer handed you the cup of water and took a seat on the bench behind you.

Kid somehow shook and nodded his head at the same time.

Adjusting the straw, you leaned forward and held the cup of water steady so he could take a drink. He reached up cupping your hand over the plastic mug.

"I got it, put your hand down." He pouted but did as you instructed.

He drifted in and out over the next couple of hours while you and Killer tried to hold his attention during those brief moments.

"Visiting hours are over." Killer murmured stretching.

Kid's fingers tightened around yours.

"Stay?" He gave you a sleepy but still pleading look.

An achy pang raptured your chest.

"If I could..." You started, "But... it's family only."

"We'll be back in the morning. Get some sleep." Killer said stepping out of the room.

Kid blinked as you stood running your fingers through his fiery locks.

"Night, mouse."

"Night." You whispered.

You walked out of the room feeling heavy. What exactly was happening here? Seeing him like that somehow broke your heart. That wasn't right, right? When had the lines blurred?

Killer was leaning against the wall in the hallway waiting for you with a small smile plastered on his face.

"What are you so happy about?" You gave him a pointed glare.

"Nothing." He shrugged wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

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Over the next two months Kid's injuries slowly healed. You visited as often as you could with or without Killer. He was finally able to steady himself while walking though occasionally he still leaned against you to keep from tipping over. Missing the upper limb threw off his almost seven-foot frame more than he liked to admit.

"You think these scars will lighten up?" He asked tapping his foot on your knee as you sat on the floor in his bedroom trying to finish your English report.

"Don't put your feet on me, it's disgusting." You glared up from your laptop.

"I'm wearing socks." He huffed.

"Still gross." You swatted at his ankle, "What's the big deal about the scars?"

He self-consciously touched the still pink marks that marred the left side of his face.

"I mean I was scary looking before right? Now it looks like I lost a fight." He frowned.

"Who said you were scary looking? I certainly was never afraid of you." You retorted.

"You're not normal." He smirked nudging you again with his foot.

"Do it again." You challenged, "I'd hate to beat up a guy with one arm."

A full-blown grin flashed across his face.

"Kid I'm not playing." You groaned, "Let me finish this!"

He hovered above your leg as you glowered at him.

"Kid... seriously." You warned.

"I like it when you say my name like that ~ "He smiled smugly.

You grabbed the pillow you'd been resting against and stood socking him in the face with it. He caught your wrist as he fell back yanking you into the bed with him, quickly pinning your arms against your chest.

"What was all that beating up a one-armed guy talk, hmm mouse?" His nose brushed against yours sending what had to have been flames across your face.

"I hate you." You looked away.

"Sure sure." He laid his head against your chest listening to your heart sputter.

You stayed like this, frozen in the unexpected moment for what felt like an eternity.

"I get my prosthetic in two weeks, can you come?"