He had jumped in after me, into a huge chemical vat, kissed me, and then pulled us both out and over the edge onto the concrete floor. I was in love. Too in love to care about the pain, the fact that my skin was bleached pale white like his from the chemicals, my hair more white than blonde, and my mind? I was crazy, like him, for him. He had held me in his arms and carried me outside, where a car was waiting. I was too tired to marvel at it, my mind only registered that it was huge and expensive-looking. He gently rested me down, slid into the drivers seat and drove off. I fell asleep, my body numb now. I was asleep for an age, and when I did wake up I was on a bed.

I moaned, the pain coming back in sharp bites, my headache throbbing. The pain was getting more intense, inching, creeping up until I only saw a blinding white light. I opened my mouth and began to scream, my salty tears making the burns beneath the bandages come alive again. I barely heard his footsteps. All I saw was his piercing blue eyes suddenly appear in front of my own, looking down at me with maybe with a hint of...pity? love? He stroked the side of my face and bent his face down next to my cheek.
"Please" I whimpered "give me a painkiller. Make me sleep." My voice broke and I retreated into sobs. He whispered something before he raised something beside my head. "Please-" my cries were silenced as his fist made contact with my head and knocked me clean out.