Y/N's P.O.V.

I walk down the street on my way to work, cars passing me noisily.
I work at a coffee shop called 'busy Bean's, coffee and bakery' and I love my work, even when it gets rough.

I turn, walking across an empty street. A horn honks and I see a taxi not ten feet from me. I'm frozen. I can't move, I can't scream, then the next thing I know, I'm on the sidewalk.

I look myself over. There's no blood, no pain...the only scratch on me is a small scrape on my knee, visible through my ripped jeans.

Then I look over. The taxi is gone, but there's a blonde man laying on the pavement.

I stumble over to him.

Oh my god...He's bleeding.

I kneel next to him, shaking his shoulder lightly.

"Come on, guy. Wake up..." I pull out my phone, breathing shakily.

"911, what is your emergency?" The operated asks on the other end of the line.

"I- I need an ambulance, right away. This guy just got hit by a car." I stammer.

"Where are you?" The operator asks calmly. I quickly give her the location.

"An ambulance will be there as soon as possible. Ma'am, can you tell me if he's breathing?" She asks.

"Um..." I look at him. His chest is still rising and falling slightly.

"Yes, Barely." I tell her.

"Good. That's good. Is he bleeding?" She asks.

"Yes." I reply.

"Can you tell me where?" I look him over.

"His face..."I answer.

"Where? His forehead? His nose?" She asks.

"His nose. The rest of his face is pretty scratched up, too." I say, trying to keep calm.

"Ma'am, is he bleeding from his mouth? That could mean internal bleeding." I shake my head, before realizing she can't see me.

"Um, no. His...his Lip's busted, but he's not coughing up blood, or anything." I sigh.

"Good. The ambulance will be there very soon." She says.

Just then I heard the sirens.

A few seconds later, they pulled up.

"Thank you so much. They're here." I say, hanging up.

Two men race out.

They get him onto a cot, loading it into the ambulance.
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I stand outside the hospital, my phone in hand.

"This is Busy Bean's, how can I help you?" A voice answered.

"Charlie?"

"Y/N, where are you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago."she asks, her voice slightly annoyed, but mostly worried.

"Charlie, I need to know if you can cover my shift." I try not to let my voice crack.

"Y/N, what's going on? Where are you?" She asks.

"I'm at the hospital." I reply.

"What?! " she asks.

"I'm fine, its not me. I was on my way to work, and this cab came out of nowhere. This guy pushed me out of the way, and now he's in the hospital. It's all my fault, and I need to know if you'll cover for me." My voice trembles as tears fill my eyes.

"Of course! Is he okay?" She asks worriedly.

"I think so. The doctors are giving him a lot of stuff. They said if he wasn't on it, he'd be in extreme pain. He's hot two broken ribs, but they said there's no internal bleeding. And they don't think he has any brain damage, but he hasn't woken up yet." I sigh.

"Don't worry about work, I'll cover you. Its a slow day. Besides I'm sure my mom will understand." She assures me.

Charlie's mom owns the coffee shop I work in, and is my close friend.

"Thank you, Charlie. I don't know what I'd do without you." I tell her.

"Anything for you. I've got to get back to work. I'll talk to you later." She says.

"Okay, bye." I hang up.

I shove my phone in my pocket, and head into the building. I go into his room, sitting in the chair by the bed.

I don't speak for a while, but the silence is killing me.

"You probably can't hear me, but..." I trail off, biting my lip.

"Thank you. You saved my life. You're the reason I'm sitting here. And I'm the reason you're there...I guess your kind of my hero..."I trail off.

"I owe you like, four hundred free coffee's." I look down at the floor.

When I look back up, he's smiling slightly. His eyes are still closed, but he's smiling.

"You talk a lot." He opens his eyes to look at me.

For the first time, I can see they're blue. Honestly, it's the first time I'm really paying attention to any of his face, I have to admit, he's not hard to look at.

"You're awake." I smile.

"I'm not used to being called a hero." He chuckles.

"You better start getting used to it, if you decide to make this kind of stuff a regular thing." I smile.

"My ribs are telling me that's a bad idea." He groans.

"Where am i?" He looks around the room.

"You, my savior, John Doe, are in a hospital. Where any normal person should be, after getting hit by a car."
He looked around the room, seeming to realize this.

"Actually, it's John Young. And I can not be in a hospital." I'm shocked as he tries to sit up, and pull the IV out of his arm.

"Hey, Calm down." I push him back onto the hospital bed,swatting his hand away from his arm.

"I'm fine, Jane Doe." He looks up at me.

"No, you aren't. You have two broken ribs, a bruise the size of Texas on your face, a busted lip, and the doctors said you're lucky not to have internal bleeding. And if you must know, my name is Y/N. Y/N L/N." I cross my arms.

"Well, Y/N L/N, I'm am fine. Trust me when I say, I've had worse." He assures me.

I stare at him blankly.

"Maybe they should check you for brain damage again, unless that's the morphine talking." He rolls his eyes.

"Why are you in such a hurry to get out of here? You got something against hospitals?" I ask, sitting back down.

He sighed.

"I'm in some trouble. People are looking for me." He says in a lower tone.

"What kind of people? You mean, like, drug dealers, or something?" ...And my attraction to him is now lost.

"No, worse. You ever heard of ultra?"
Attraction possibly making a comeback...

"Um, yeah...But if i remember correctly. ultra is some sort of research lab for genetics and biomathematics, so..."I trail off.

"Yeah, well, that's what they want you to think. Ultra is a Government organization, and they're after me." Nope, its gone.

"Is this like when you first came in here, spouting nonsense about some secret lair? Well, at least we know the drugs are working. " I sigh.

"I'm not crazy. It's not the morphine, its not a head injury, and its not a joke. Ultra could be coming here right now."

'Nope. I do not need this kind of crazy.'

"But I'm not crazy! I swear." He yells.

"I didn't say anything." I raise an eyebrow.

"That's because I can read your mind." He tries to tell me.

"Okay, I can see why you think I'm crazy." He sighs.

'But I'm not, okay? I'm a telepathic.'

Its his voice. In my head.

"What the heck?!"

Just then, two guys come through the door.

John rips the IV line out of his arm, grabbing my hand. There's a flash of light and a whooshing sound.

"What the- where am I?" I ask, looking around the room.

It was a big place, with concrete floors and walls.

"This is that lair I was spouting nonsense about." He says.

"Wait, how did we get here?" I ask.

"I teleported. But then, I'm crazy, so...who knows." He turns, leaving me. Probably to get changed.

I could see he was in pain as he walked away.

He was gone for a few minutes, as I let the place sink in.

I walk in the direction he went, knocking on the door, even though it was open.

He as wearing jeans but his shirt wasn't on yet.

"I'm just changing quick. I'll give you a tour in a minute. Then I can explain why I brought a human into the base." He muttered the last part.

"Need some help?" I ask.

"Thanks, but I think I can handle putting on my own shirt." He mumbles.

"I'm sure you're very capable of putting on your own shirt. When you don't have two broken ribs." I walk over to him, taking the shirt.

His entire upper body is covered in bruises.

"Arms." I order, and he does as I say.

"Of course, mom." He says sarcastically.

I roll my eyes.

"Sarcasm? You are so grounded." I play along.

"Gosh darn it." He purses his lips, trying to hide his smile.

I snort, carefully pulling the shirt over his head.

"So, I didn't ask, but I'm sure as heck not going to forget, what did you mean when you said 'then I can explain why I brought a human into the base'?" I ask.

"For starters, we aren't human. We're called Tomorrow people. And before you ask, no. We didn't chose the name. So, now I can tell my friends, why I brought you here." He explains.

"Starting with whoever they left in charge." He makes his way into another room.

"John. Your back." A robotic voice calls.

"Russell, wake up. You would already be dead if ultra was here. I am not your bloody alarm clock." The voice calls and a guy on the couch stirs.

"Y/N, meet TIM." He points to a computer screen.

"And Russell." He gestures in the general direction of the man.

He sat up.

"Oh, hey John. Cara and the others went to go restock resources, so- wait, who's that?" He asks.

"This is Y/N L/N." He gestured to me.

"So, she's a new breakout?" He asks.

"Not exactly. Its a long story."

And a long story it was. John ended up convincing his friends and i, that I had to stay for safety reasons. Not that I minded being around them. They were all really nice, and I also didn't mind being around john. Cara did get mad at him for being reckless, but it all ended up okay.

Because I was seen with john, I can't really go back to my old life now, but I don't mind the lair. I do miss charlie, but I know its better if I'm not around her, for her safety.

Oh, yeah, and another thing that happened. I broke out. Which I didn't think was possible. They said something about it being a late breakout. And right after that, I kissed John. Which was awkward at first...but turns out its easier to see when people like you if you have telepathy.

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