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(Y/n)'s P.O.V

I woke up laying down, people were standing around me. A strong smell of rubbing alcohol and bandaids lingered in the air.

My stomach hurt like hell. I began to panic, what happened? Where am I?

I started to breathe heavily and looked around. Some people inside what I assumed to be an ambulance looked at me.

"Sedate her," one ordered, "We'll be at the hospital soon, I don't want to cause a huge commotion,"

"Ma'am this lady was just stabbed and almost raped and you just want to wander in like its nothing?"

"I honestly don't know why you come with me on these jobs," a needle was being pushed into my arm

"Because I have to,"

"No you don't,"

The pair argued as I began to fall sleep.

Time skip

I woke up again but this time I was in a bed. My hand hung off the side of the bed and it was.... Being held?

I opened my eyes, becoming aware of my surroundings. I was in a hospital room, I looked to the side and saw El Diablo holding my hand.

Oh my god

I attempted to get up, but in trying to do so a stinging pain shot through me. I gasped and fell back, Diablo looked up and yanked his hand away.

Diablo's P.O.V

Mierda has she been awake long?

(Y/n)'s P.O.V

Holy crap Diablo was holding my hand.

"Are you okay?" Diablo asked

"Well I was just stabbed, so sort of, but other than that I'm fine and dandy," I replied with a little arm swing, I tried to laugh but that horrible pain returned.

Desperate to remain happy, I just kept smiling.

"That's good," Diablo said, I looked over at him and... Wait... Does he have a shirt underneath his jacket?

I blushed a little and looked up at the ceiling.

Oh my gosh please don't notice!

I haven't been around anyone who was shirtless before. Well, with the exception of when I was a kid.

Completely lost in thought, I hadn't noticed the doctor who had entered the small room.

"Miss (l/n)," he waved at me

"I'm Doctor Powell and I'll be doing your check up today and tomorrow. So how are you feeling?"

"Well painful," I coughed a little in a failed attempt to laugh.

"Alright well you'll be feeling pain for about a month or two," Powell put on a frowny face. He made me do a bunch of different exercises and put his stethoscope all over my belly. "I don't think you have an internal bleeding but we will get you in for an MRI tonight, If all is well you may be able to go home tomorrow night with check ups every week."

"Is she okay to be by herself?" Diablo asked

"Haha no," Powell laughed and shook his head "right about now miss (l/n) has the mobility of an 80 year old with arthritis," Powell then turned to me "when it is time for your release I will give you full intrusions on what to do and what not to do, but for now rest up,"

"Okay," I replied, my voice had been reduced to a whisper.

Alright let's do this.