Panic seized me and I let instinct take over. "PAN LOOK OUT!" I screamed as I pushed him aside. The beast tackled me instead and I screamed as I heard my leg snap, getting caught in the log I'd stepped in in my hurry. It had stayed up as my body went down, pinned by the animal. There was a commotion as the boys killed the beast and then someone was next to me.

They went to scoop me up and I cried out again as pain surged through my body. "What hurts?" Someone asked. Pan.

Blurry vision colored black with pain, I blinked but couldn't see enough of anything to make sense of what was going on. "M-my leg," I managed to get out through gritted teeth.

A pause. "Well... Shouldn't have done that, love." Was that humor in his voice?

I smirked a bit, returning the teasing. "And risk Mr. Ruler of Neverland getting injured? What would we do without you, Your Sexiness?" I asked.

"How can she flirt with a freshly broken leg?" A boy asked. I imagined he was shaking his head by the tone of his voice, but smiling also. Admiring that through the pain and shock, I could still be smooth and respond accordingly.

Someone touched my leg and I winced again. "It's more of a habit, really," I explained.

Once I grew quiet, my eyes falling closed, someone took my hand as the hands on my leg lay on my skin more firmly. "Keep talking. This is going to hurt," Felix told me bluntly.

My heart raced. "Wait wait wait what do you-" I heard a snap as they broke the bone back in place and I properly screamed, pain flaring through my body like a light match. Sudden and powerful.

My body ached as I felt my consciousness fading and I heard voices all around me. I tried to focus, but it was so very far away and nearly impossible to hear or understand. Nearly. "Y/n, you need to respond. Are. You. Okay?" Pan demanded slowly, sounding almost angry. Worried, maybe? Desperate?

Swallowing hard, I tried to collect myself. My vision began to clear and the pain faded but was still present. "Yeah... It's just that I was sure the only time I'd scream out is from pleasure when-" I began.

"She's fine," Felix interrupted, sounding quite amused.

Pan chuckled. "Yes. Very Y/n of her... Let me get her." He scooped me up and I breathed shallowly. We walked back to camp, Pan hovering as not to jostle me around and hurt my leg more. He took me into our med tent and Felix came in behind him. "I only trust you enough to do this. The boys can mess each other up but she needs to be in best shape as soon as she can. Understand me, Felix?"

My head turned so I found Felix, blonde head bobbing in a nod as his eyes focused on something above me. On Pan. "Of course, Pan."

Turning briefly, he set me gently on one of the beds and then backed away, turning back to Felix. "Good. I'll be outside dealing with things around camp. After you analyze her, come back to me with any news or updates on her condition, physical or mental." And then he left.

Felix immediately got to work, fixing me up. It was silent until we got to the mental part. "You okay?"

Looking down at my leg for a second and smiling sarcastically, I looked back to Felix "Grand."

He began to ask some more questions about how I was doing and as it seemed to not interest him I didn't put much effort into it. I simply answered that I was fine. But then he asked a question that almost made me choke on air. "Are you sure you're fine? Pan really seems to have you red faced and tongue tied...."

Staring him down, I squared my shoulder. I would have to lie. Really well. Right now. "What could you be insinuating, Felix?" I demanded.

He smirked. "You always get smart and your accent gets thicker when you get nervous. You sound like you did when you first came to the island. Since then, your accent's faded a bit because you spend more time with the Boys than you do with Pan. But, Pan brings it out, too. When you're with him for a long time, or... for others reasons." He smirked and I shifted, self conscious. "He make you nervous, Y/n? Do I make you nervous asking about him?"

My panic slowly growing, I got even more defensive. Which.... probably wasn't helpful. "No," I spat shortly. My heart pounded in my chest and my palms suddenly became very sweaty, my mind racing. How did he know? Did he know? Was he just messing about? If he did know, did Pan know too?!

"Mhhm." Felix stood, obviously not believing me. "It's okay that you like Pan, Y/n. He's very likable."  He left me unable to speak. I sat there struggling even after he left, staring after him like a helpless puppy that's just been kicked hard in the ribs and left hurt and breathless. This would most certainly end in something either horrible or embarrassing happening to me and I was not excited for either.

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The only person I saw in the med tent was Felix and the occasional boy bringing in a meal or checking up on me - on Pan's orders, of course. That made it always feel less special when they'd drop by. When they got whatever they needed, they left and I was alone again to wallow and puff air and be bored and miserable.

ADHD was a horrible thing for one to have while on bed rest. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, sleeping most of the time to waste away the days, my leg propped up, dying to be outside with the sunshine, running with the boys and... Okay. I'll admit it. I missed Pan. I hadn't seen him since he'd carried me back to camp and I honestly missed him. I missed our back and forth snarky comments and flirting and playful banter. I missed making bets and winning two out of two hundred. I missed taking dares no one else had to do and proving how much more adventurous I was. I missed messing with Pan and the Boys. I missed dinners and lunches and stories around the fires. I missed everything about everyone and I missed it so badly I hurt. This was miserable and I hated it in every way. On top of that, Pan didn't even bother to check on me in person! Like at least have the decency to keep me company! I did break my leg trying to make sure you stayed safe!

I lost count of the days I was in here. Days blended into each other anyway on Never Land but you could usually tell daytime from nighttime and a week from a month, about. Now, though, it seemed like I'd been in here years and my leg was just getting more than barely healed. This would be a long recovery...

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"So do you like Pan then?"

I shrugged. He was the third boy today to ask. It seemed to be all the boys talked about. I closed my eyes. "If you promise to never talk about, not tell Pan, and not ask me again, then I will be honest with you..." I opened my eyes and the boy nodded, promising. "Yes. I like him. I swear if you tell Pan I will break you."

Simon was his name, my mind recalled. He smiled but nodded. "Wouldn't dare," the boy said, holding up a hand. He left the tent with a, "Good day."

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I did heal enough eventually. When I got out of bed apparently I hadn't been there more than a month and a half or so, which felt totally wrong. Good news though: I would be able to walk around with a cast and crutches. I exited the tent and saw a familiar boy talking to another boy. The familiar boy was Taylor, the boy I'd first admitted I liked Pan to. All the boys smirked at me, meeting my eyes. So they all knew. How long before Pan knew then?

Nervousness built up inside of me. I should have known... I looked over to see Pan turn. There was a boy, Conner, next to him, who was smirking overly wide, triumphant. That's when I saw Pan's face. His head lolled to the side a bit as he turned to look at me slowly, his eyes glued to me with interest. His mouth twitched into a smile then softened a bit. I froze.

He knew.

Oh, heaven help me!

In the back of my mind, almost as if Pan has somehow communicated it to me telepathically, I heard, "There's no Heaven to help you now. You heard Hook- I'm more demon than boy. Welcome to Hell."

Man was I in for it.