Chris has managed to keep the cops away for the last few days, but I don't know how much longer he can do it for.

He said he can't clear me of any accusations until Kuza wakes up and explains that the drugs were his. He isn't getting better though. He's still the same. They can't operate until the swelling in his head goes down and they don't know how long that'll take.

I worried about him. He might not make it. If they don't do it soon, he could die.

Chris is on the phone across the room.

I feel bad for keeping him here. He hasn't gone home since he came here the first time.

He came over to me and sat down. "So..." He began. "They said you should be cleared to go home today, but if they do release you, the police are going to want to take you in. I don't intend to let that happen. You're coming home with me. I'm not dealing with that shit."

I nodded. "What about Kuza?"

"He's gotta stay here until he gets better. He's not doing too good right now."

I frowned. "Why isn't he getting better?"

"I don't know." Chris sighed. "He got hit pretty hard."

He kissed the top of my head.

"I gotta go talk to your doctor about getting you out of here. The police should know not to come in, but if they do, say nothing. Tell them you're not talking without me or your lawyer present."

"Okay...but I don't have a lawyer."

"I do."

"Oh okay."

He left the room. I watched the door, waiting to see if anyone came in.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, two police officers entered the room. It was the really nasty one that I spoke to the other day and another one that I didn't recognize.

The one I spoke to last time stared me down. "You gonna talk now? You're alone. No one is here to protect you."

"I won't speak to anyone without my lawyer."

He laughed. "Last I checked, you don't have a lawyer. I don't even know your name."

"I have a lawyer. And I have a name. I told you my name." I said.

"There's no guarantee that the name you gave me is actually yours. Not to mention the fact that you claim to not have a last name. The only record we have of you is a mugshot from 6 months ago when you got picked up on prostitution and drug charges. You refused to give a name at that point." He told me. "Your fingerprints and DNA were inconclusive. There's no record of you. And it pisses me off."

I didn't say anything.

"And I find it rather odd that a dead beat drug dealer and a street walker were driving around in a 3 million dollar Bugatti with almost two thousand dollars worth of drugs."

I didn't know what to say to that. Honestly, If I were him, I'd be a little confused about it too.

"Not only that, but you have a the most wanted man in this city following you around and protecting you."

"If he's wanted, why don't you arrest him?" I asked.

"Because no one can prove what he's done. We all just know what he does. He pays off the people at the top to make sure no one looks into him or his business." He explained. "He's the one person that everyone wants but will never get. If you try to investigate him...if you so much as say his name, you vanish."

I didn't respond to him. I didn't realize Chris had that much power. That's insane.

The door opened again. Chris was back from speaking to the doctor.

He froze when he entered the room. "Out..."

The officer glared at him. The other one hadn't said a word and seemed a little confused by the situation.

The two officers left the room. Chris say down beside me. "What did he want?"

"Same stuff."

He nodded. "Alright. The doctor said you're good to leave. I signed all the papers. He just wants to come talk to you before we go home."

"Okay."

He pulled his hoodie off and handed it to me. "I don't have any actual clothes for you, so take that."

"What about what I was wearing when I got here?"

"They were covered in blood. I took them home."

"Oh."

The doctor came into the room. He closed the door behind him. "Alright, so I'm sure you're happy to be going home, but you must be careful. If you ever get dizzy, lay down right away. Your concussion is not healed. If you lose anymore feeling in your arm, get here as soon as you can. You shouldn't lose it, but if you do, it could be bad. Be careful not to bump into anything, too. It could damage your ribs and cause your lungs to collapse. And if at any point, it hurts to open your mouth, we need to see you to determine the issue." He told me. "I need to see you in a month though, to make sure everything is healing properly."

I nodded.

"I'll have him here in a month then." Chris said.

The doctor looked to Chris. "Just for our records, who are you, in relation to him?"

"I'm his boyfriend."

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We got back to Chris's house a little while ago. He made me go lay down and rest, telling me that he'd be up in a few.

It was honestly kinda boring and I didn't really wanna lay down anymore. I was lying down the whole time I was in the hospital. I mean, I get why he wants me to rest, but I'm fucking bored.

I kinda just laid there for a while before he finally came in. I sat up and waved at him.

He made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge next to me. He kissed the top of my head. "I gotta ask you something..."

"What is it?" I asked.

"It was brought to my attention that there is no legal record of you. I know you mentioned it in your text, but I didn't bring it up. I honestly forgot about it. One of the cops I'm friends with told me it would be hard to clear your name with no record of your existence. What aren't you telling me?"

"I just don't have anything. Any identification of mine, my parents had. I was too young to be in any database and I never got a license. I don't know my social security number and I don't have my birth certificate. I'm not hiding anything from you.  I literally just don't have anything." I explained.

He sighed and nodded. "I'll do some digging and pull some strings. I'll get whatever I can. I just need a last name."

I don't usually tell anyone my last name. Everyone just knows me as Ricky. I bit my lip. "...Olson."

"I'll see what I can find."

He went to get up but I grabbed his arm. "Can't it wait til later?"

"Alright." He spoke, moving to sit on the other side of the bed. He pulled me close to him. "How do you feel?"

"I feel fine."

"Are you sure?" 

I nodded. "What about you though?"

"What do you mean?"

"How are you? Where's your head at? Are you okay?" I asked. 

He raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"Chris, your best friend died..."

"And? People die all the time. Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"Stop dodging the question. You're answering all of my questions with questions so you don't have to answer the question I'm asking."

He sighed and looked at me. "I'm fine, babe. I'm dealing with it in my own way."

"What way is that?"

"I'm working even harder to get the man that did it."

"Please don't get yourself killed."

"I won't." He told me. "I promise."

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Sorry I've been MIA for a little while. My life's just been a living hell lately. But I finally have a bf which is cool i guess. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. ily guys.

~xxLux