A/N- Okay, i decided to expand this because... well, i just went on and liked what i wrote... heh... and you can call me Pinochio X.X

I believe in it all the way…

Especially since what's happening to me now…

What goes around, comes around; what goes up, must come down…

I hurt Ray… no, I practically killed him! Every fight against me forced him once step closer to death's door… maybe even to pass its boundaries… I don't know where he is…

Normally, this is the time where I'd say, 'Nor do I care' but I… I do care…

I care.

For once in my whole damned life, I care! I could scream it to the whole of Russia- to the whole of Siberia…

If I wasn't in this situation…

When I realised that Ray wasn't going down without a fight, I grew respect for him. He might not know it, but when his bit beast rose to protect him, it also reached me, snapping me from Boris' brainwashing. I let him win. I let him, because I suddenly cared.

Tala also lost on purpose. I know- I could tell. He could have destroyed Granger with that energy ball… but he didn't. He risked his life to stop Boris and Voltaire…

And now, he's most likely dead. My captain… dead…

No- my friend is dead. He is my captain… but he's my captain second, my friend first, but overall, my comrade through it all…

Sure, I blanked him, but that was because of the brainwashing. Inside the only sane part of my mind, I treasured the memories of when he would talk to me and prove me wrong.

He had this strange faith in Kai. Even though Hiwatari was taken away at such a young age, Tala still viewed him as a friend; and even when Kai didn't recognise him. It's an understatement to say that it's a shame that Tala and Kai won't be friends for longer… Tala, being the captain, will most likely be killed…

Along with me… though, Boris still insists on torturing me.

He tied me from this iron beam with mere ropes, metal manacles also clasped around my wrists in case the cord snapped.

And then, he used my own element against me. He sent bursts of pressured, cold and piercing air from all directions using his 'technology'…

I can feel my blood and sweat running down my body, mixing with tears to hide them.

So this is how Ray felt like… though I think I'm in more trouble than him. Boris intends to kill me and when he sets on a mission, it's always accomplished- unlike me.

The ropes suddenly rip and I fall, only to be 'saved' by the iron shackles. They dig into my wrists, cutting flesh and letting blood flow. It streams down my arms in a steady trickle and I know that the iron have severed my veins… looks like Boris' plan of killing me by my own element is failing… my own body is killing me.

Another torrent of air hits me, and I gasp, clenching my teeth to stop any other noises falling from my lips…

"Bryan!"

His voice… is it in my mind or… is he really here?

No, how could he? This is the Abbey- he can't be in the Abbey.

I hear the whirring of the transfer crane that brought me to this spot hanging in the room from the opposing wall.

I expect to hear Boris' sardonic laugh… to hear the click and bang of a gun… the swishing of a knife…

But nothing comes…

Apart from warm hands. Slim fingers rest upon my neck.

"Hold on Bryan." His voice sounds again… it can't truly be him.

The manacles click open and I fall into someone's awaiting arms, before being laid on the floor, the transfer crane moving back to the hanging balcony.

I feel one bleeding arm being lifted and something being wrapped tightly around my wrist, the same feeling happening again with the other.

I open my eyes blearily, all the shapes blurry. But the shape nearest me, obviously a male (whom is holding my hand in their warm one) sways in and out of focus. The thing that stands out is the large amount of black hair, which surrounds the being…

"R-Ray…" I say in a small voice. "…Hate me…?"

He shakes his head. "'Could never, Bryan."

The transfer crane judders to a halt and he helps me up.

"I can wa-" But my knees give way.

I hear him chuckle. "Stubborn."

Using my kneeling position to his advantage, he crouches in front of me and pulls me onto his back. I gasp as one of my broken ribs pushes against his spine, wincing ever so slightly.

"Sorry." He apologises.

He moves over to the door, which I see open to show Spencer… or what I assume to be Spencer.

"Sp-Spence…"

"It's okay, Bryan. It's over." His reassuring voice sounds.

I sigh and fall into darkness.

I swear- if whatever that is beeps one more time, I'm going to-

Beep!

Wait… where am I?

Opening lavender orbs, I am met with white- white walls, white sheets, white blinds… all that white makes me close my eyes…

Holy mother of God, I'm in a hospital!

…

Oh just great! Thanks Ray! You save me, but then dump me in the place I hate the most! You asshole tiger! You-

Beeeeeeee-!

Ah, okay… I feel weird… like I can't breathe… but I can… I don't like it… seriously don't like it…

-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-!

… wait, in hospitals, they have heart monitors that make this noise if the patient's heart has-

HOLY CRAP!

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

That's better…

"What just happened, Doctor?"

"It seems… it seems like his heart stopped… but started on its own… I've never seen it happen…"

Well, it happened, genius. Now get me out of this fucking place pronto, before I-

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep… Beep… Beep…

"Keep him under surveillance. I don't like his heart."

Well, I don't like you, but I don't say it out loud…

"May I see him?" Asks a voice, their voice faint because they're most likely standing outside.

"Of course."

Hello to you, Tiger boy. Come to marvel at the weak Falcon, are we? Don't stand too close now! We bite when pissed off!

"If you were awake, I bet you'd be pissed off at me, huh?" His voice is humorous. "Spencer told me that you don't like hospitals… and Ian elaborated on that with some rather gruesome threats you made to Tala whenever he said you needed a doctor. But… I wouldn't mind if you tried to kill me again; it would mean you're okay and back to normal…"

Ah, jeez… had to say that… now I care AND feel guilty…

"Your team's nice… I thought you would all be… well, horrid and such, but I guess I judged too soon… I won't be doing that again…

"I don't think you understand how close you came to dying, Bryan. You lost over half your body's blood through your wrists, broken four ribs… gah, you turned out worse than me."

"Thanks."

"AH! Bryan… you're awake?"

Seriously, I couldn't resist doing that… what? I'm a sadistic bastard; so sue me.

"Yeah… so, four ribs, eh? How many did you break?"

He glares. "It isn't a contest, Bryan."

"Didn't think it was." I reply smartly. "Just being curious."

"No you weren't." His amber eyes hold an amused glint, even if his face is stretched into a scowl.

"You caught me." I admit. "…But seriously, how many did you break?"

"One." He says. "But I wasn't suspended from a beam a hundred feet from the ground and blasted with huge torrents of air. You only got me with sharp slices, therefore damage was minimal. And Driger protected me."

I sigh. "I am sorry, though. It was Boris… heck, you probably don't believe me, but-"

"I do believe you, Bryan." He cuts in. "Spencer and Ian told me. And Tala."

"Tala? How is he? Where is he? Hell, what the fuck happened to him?"

He chuckles. "Tala's fine, Bryan." He eases me back down onto the pillows as he said this. "And I'll leave the details to him."

I sigh. "So am I forgiven?"

"Bryan…" I look up at him. "Didn't you hear me earlier? I could never hate you."

"This isn't a subject of hate and love, Ray." I reply with a shake of my head.

"Mr Technical…" He mutters. "But, yes, Bryan; you are forgiven. You are not forgiven, however, for stopping your heart and later having four heart attacks… all in a row! And then stopping your heart again and having a fifth attack to finish!"

I wince. "Ah-"

"And that was less than five minutes ago!"

Another wince. "Yes, uh-"

"Like to have another one?"

"Well if you carry on like this, I bloody will do!"

He stops, amber eyes sparkling with anger and… sadness.

"Ray…? What would you do if I died?"

"Plan a funeral, what else?"

"No, apart from that."

"Uh… I guess I would stop Mariah having a party, stop Tyson having a party, console your team, console Kai, swear chastity-"

"Whoa! Swear what?"

He blushes bright red and feigns innocence. "I didn't swear, Bryan."

"Yes you did! You said that if I died, you'd swear chastity! And if I'm correct that has something to do with not having sex!" His blush, if possible, brightens. "What would not having… Oh lordy…" I stare at him with wide eyes… or rather, his back. He's turned to face away from me. "Ray… do you… fancy me?"

"Uh… fancy is such a child's term…" He mumbles quietly.

"Fine." I huff. "Do you want me to screw you senseless every night for the rest of your life?"

"Uh…"

"Cos, you know… if you do… all you have to do is ask."

I can almost hear his eyes widen and he whips around, shock clear in his pure eyes, his cheeks still tinged.

"W-What…? Y-You… I…" He swallows and clears his throat. He walks stiffly to the door and for a moment or two, I think he's going to walk out, but instead, he closes the door. "Well… in a way, yes… but…I don't want you to screw me…"

I suddenly realise. "You don't view it as screwing, do you?" I say, crossing my arms over my sore chest.

"Not entirely, no…"

"Fine, let me rephrase it again: Ray, do you love me?"

He turns to face me, trying to be as proud and confident as ever. "Yes."

"And you want me to… uh, make love to you every night till the end of your life, yadda, yadda, yadda?"

His façade shatters somewhat, the confidence slipping as he blushes at the topic. "Y-Yes…"

I smirk. "Come here."

He nods slightly and wanders over. When he stands beside my bed, I grab his hand and pull him down into a kiss, the other hand curling in the strands beneath his wrap. He replies, attentively and shyly, seating himself on the edge of the hospital bed.

I pull back slowly. "Now get me out of this hell hole."

Now I truly believe in Karma… what goes around, comes around… and I guess it's the same for love.

Oh. Yeah!

Thanks. To. CC. Queen. Of. Death. For. Inspiring. Me. To. Continue.

She. Asked. Me. What. Happened. To Bryan.

Well. Now. You. Know.

I. Had. Fun.

Now. I. Hurt.

Review. Damnit.

And. Keep. Watching. For. More!

/Continues to hit head because of crappiness/