Siva looked like death. He was gaunt and bloody. He was intubated and had bandages on the side of his face. His eye was swollen shut and his nose was bruised badly. His hospital gown swallowed him and the thin blanket did nothing to warm the frail boy.

Beck felt his eyes water as he looked at his little flower, his priya. He sat down beside the bed and held the slender hand that belonged to his unconscious boyfriend, not paying attention to any of his surroundings.

Jade was just as upset, but knew that she had to be strong for her friends and girlfriend. She walked over to Siva's other side and gazed at her best friend with a heart-broken expression.

She sighed then leaned over his unconscious figure, kissing his forehead delicately. She surveyed his face once more before leaving the room, kissing Beck on the forehead as well on her way out the door. She pulled out her phone and pulled up Moose's contact.

It was time for her favorite throuple to be in the same place again.

Meanwhile, Tori was being interrogated intensely by the police at the precinct. They all hated to do it since they've known her since she was a baby, but the charges were very serious, so they held no bias.

When David was told that his daughter was arrested, first he laughed, then asked if it was Trina. When he was told what happened and what Tori was being charged with, he refused to bail his daughter out. He couldn't believe she was capable of this, but the video evidence was enough to convince him.

His little girl isn't as innocent as he believed.

Tori was trying to manipulate the detectives interrogating her, but it was all for naught. They saw what she did to that poor boy, and she thinks they'll forgive her?

Definitely not.

"Why am I even here? What am I being charged for? I didn't do anything! I bet he's faking!"

The more Tori spoke, the faster it came out. She was getting frantic.

Why were they just staring at her like that?!? Why weren't they saying anything?

"Ms.Vega, you are in very big trouble. Everyone at Hollywood Arts has been building a case against you since you started there.

"You were arrested on multiple counts of stalking, molestation of a minor, attempted molestation of a minor, force-feeding, possession of handcuffs, grievous bodily harm, forced labor, illegal detention, kidnapping, assault and battery, bullying, assault with a deadly weapon, and attempted first degree murder," Detective Lopez states in a dull tone.

Isabella Lopez has been working for the Hollywood Police Department for over 30 years. She may be petite, but she knew how to intimidate, and she had a knack for knowing people's character.

She never liked Tori. The girl was always gaslighting others and always made herself out to be the innocent one. Isabella really felt bad for the demon's older sister, Trina.

Trina was always trying to get her parents attention because of her egotistical little sister who refused to share the attention with her. This caused Trina to do very eccentric things such as jogging in 10 inch heels and singing loud and off key just to get people's attention. Even if it was negative attention, that was the best thing she could get out of anyone. The poor child even changed her entire personality just so she could feel like someone was watching her.

So now, seeing this arrogant girl get what was coming to her was like heaven. Isabella could only hope that Trina would revert back to her past personality as soon as her sister was in jail, she misses the sweetly shy girl.

Tori was stunned. She had no idea that they were keeping track of her misdeeds. She didn't molest anyone, she was only making out and touching her boyfriend. What was so wrong about that? When she voiced these thoughts, the detectives were less than pleased.

This girl was out of her mind, a jury was more likely to put her in an asylum, not convict her.

"Ms.Vega, the young man you assaulted was not your boyfriend. The young man you assaulted is in the ICU at the moment, unable to breathe on his own. You almost killed someone! The person you claim to love! Yet you almost murder him? How does this make any sense to you?" Isabella exclaims, gesturing largely with her arms.

Tori smirks internally, now's her chance. She bites the inside of her cheek to the point of drawing blood. Tears come to her eyes and she starts to fake sob.

"Th-they made me do it," she cries. "They were threatening m-m-me! If I didn't do it, they would've k-killed me!"

She's cackling inside her head, clapping internally at her brilliant performance. They had to let her go now! This was perfec-

"Do you honestly think we'd believe that?!?" The detective interrupts the arrogant girl's internal monologue.

"W-what?"

"Two teens came in and gave a statement that they overheard you talking to yourself about your plan to sabotage the victim's boyfriend and bestfriend. Didn't you know?"

"Know what?"

"You have a muttering problem," Isabella stood up, gathered the files and left without another word, smirking when she heard the girl swear loudly.

Isabella walked into the hospital's reception area a little nervous. She was about to go visit the victim. She knew that the boyfriend had yet to leave the victims side, she didn't want to bother them.

Isabella walked to the ICU after finding out the number and knocked on the door lightly when she came to the right room. The victim was just declared immunocompromised so she thoroughly washed her hands, pulled on some sterilized gloves, and placed a mask over her mouth and nose. She took a deep breath and walked into the sterilized room.

She saw the victim's boyfriend at the bedside, looking very depressed and reclusive. The poor teen didn't even notice her coming in.

"How is he?" Isabella speaks up hesitantly, a bit afraid to break the silence.

The teen looks up at her, and she can see the tear stains on his skin and puffy red eyes. He was a pitiful sight. He sniffled then answered.

"As good as he can be. He woke up for a little bit a few hours ago. As I'm sure you already know, he's immunocompromised because of his brain injury. He's been having seizures, too.

"The intubator scared him a lot, but they put some sedatives in his IV to keep him calm. They also put him on some pain medicine due to the headache he has. He was so confused, and still thinks that him getting hit was an accident.

"He's so innocent. He shouldn't have to be stuck in a room all the time. He was very sick when he was little and these rooms remind him of that time in his life. It's like he never gets a break," the teen stutters out, his body shuddering with his barely contained sobs.

Isabella walks over to the teen and brings him into a tight hug.

"Don't worry we'll stick her ass to the wall. Do you want to try her as an adult? We don't want her to get her record expunged after she turns 18 so she can do this again."

Beck nods slightly, resting his head on the woman's slightly muscled shoulder. They both heard a quiet groan coming from behind them and quickly turned to the small teen on the bed. His eyelids were fluttering as he slowly woke up. Beck rushed to his side, pressing the large red button near the head of the bed.

"Tē ṭhīka chē, priya. Huṁ jāṇī gayō. Huṁ ahīṁ ja chuṁ, phūla. Mūjha atyārē tamanē jō'ī śakatō nathī. Huṁ dilagīra chuṁ...(It's alright, darling. I've got you. I'm right here, flower. Moose can't see you right now. I'm sorry...)" Beck whispered to the boy.
Isabella slowly walks out. She doesn't want to intrude.

Little did they know that over 3,000 miles away, a tall blonde got onto a large plane, ready to see his two favorite people again, even if the circumstances were not ideal.