"Jane?" I hear my name being sung in the distance, disoriented and gravely. Hopefully if I ignore it, I can return to the sleepy feel.

"Jane" the feminine voice returned followed by a poke of a cold finger on my cheek, groaning I move my face away from the source.

"Jane, wake up go to bed" a nudge on my shoulder.

"Stop" my voice groggy slightly opening my eyes to a blurry porcelain figure with jet black hair.

Why was she bothering me? she would have just let me be and grabbed a blanket to cover me.

"Should I get the hot water?" came a masculine voice in the background. In a fraction of second my eyes shot up, the sudden move made me wince seeing as to how much light I was exposed to, it was like my eyes were being sliced open echoing in my head.

"See, I told you that would work."

That sarcasm, the masculine voice seemed annoyed, Philip? just the thought of him my heart lurched in fear, not even a second thought as I flung my eyes open on alert. Blurred vision battles on its own organizing the colors until they clear up to a worried Justine and a very boorish Philip.

Hands in his pockets as he stood in front of the closed door eyeing me in distain, there is a darkness spewing around him, I shiver from the temperature I'm scared.

I grip onto something soft and fluffy, upon glance I see it's a pillow, where was Rowan?

"Jane hon, go to bed, you need to rest." Justine steps into my view blocking out the scary man behind her.

"So exactly how old is she to be spoken to like a child?" Philip interrupts

"Let me talk to my friend thank you." Justine rolls her eyes.

Where did Rowan go? Barely even fully awake I search as much as my movements can take.

"Your home babe, I'm sure it was just a dream" she breaths, softly rubbing my arm.

When did he leave? Why did he leave? I'm scared, Was I sleeping here all alone? He just got up and left me again, why did I even bother trusting him, was my door even locked? Each Unanswered Question that run franticly bounce around in my brain, the headache that it caused was quickly approaching.

"Just go to bed love, Philip will get you some water".

"No" me and him never agreed on anything more than we are now; both our voices fill the air as we roared in sync. The headache that's approaching will kick my ass tonight, but anything is better than accepting a 'kind gesture' from him.

How do I know he won't spit, gargle or something on his way over. I won't risk the bacteria, Justine stands and storms toward Philip who moved his hand from his pockets, bracing himself for the angry Romanian headed his way. Moving the pillow away from my hand my palm touched the couch while placing my legs in the floor, I come in contact with something wet and warm, oh God was I drooling on him? Thats why he left. Moving my hand away my heart lurched at something, a tear drop sized dark red liquid that soaked its way onto the couch still leaving the wet feel, was that blood?

Testing the theory, I discreetly lifted my hand to my face, the tips of my fingers were lazily smeared in blood outline my fingerprints. Was that my blood? My heart rate is set ablaze when I saw another smear just at the end of the couch where someone's thigh would be, leaning in It was then I saw it, the tiny trails of blood that led straight to my room.

What the?

"Alright, I will bring you water Jane" he doesn't even hide his annoyance as his deep voice shook me to the bone. What was he bringing me again? With my mind now in a completely different time zone "Ye-yea" I respond not even bothering to glance towards him but to the Romanian figure that is right in front of him, daring me to say 'No'.

It's not like I'm actually going to drink it anyways, I'll be the bigger person here.

Impatiently I tap on my leg on the ground, my eyes can't help but keep stealing glances at the trail each time the couple was not paying attention to me.

"Alright Jane, go on go to bed, Philip will be there for your water."

In all honesty I could Just get up and get it myself since I'll be up anyways, but I know what she is doing, I never want to say this out loud to her, but there is and will never be any friendship with Philip and I, especially since he was in on the whole Kevin thing. Just seeing him stand there with no care in the world as if he didn't just put me in a dangerous situation says a lot. I will never trust him.

Kissing my forehead goodnight, Justine slaps my butt as I head towards my room praying, she doesn't look at the blood stains on the couch or the ground.

"Hey, wait" I hear a deep quizzical tone behind me, I keep speaking to soon.

"Philip, she has to go to bed wha-"

"Kevin is home now," He chuckled maniacally, needless to say I was not surprised, it's only a matter of time before he or his father comes to me, the last person to see him.

I hear Justine suck here teeth " He is not getting anywhere near her, and neither is Cameron, how dare you stand up someone the moment of your date." I just know her hands are moving when she talks. I still have not turned yet to acknowledge him or his words, I just need to get to my room quick.

Philip wasn't done, taking a step, "He told everyone in self-defense he cut his attacker on the right upper thigh, severing a certain chord that will make the person limp for a while."

I wish I was a cartoon character right at that moment to truly describe what it felt like to have everything within your inner system fall down to your feet with a thud.

"Right thigh?" I hear Justine repeat as if processing, no Justine please, don't. I'm too stunned to turn around, my mouth can't open, Rowan will suffer horrible consequences If I don't speak, I beg my mouth to move or even make a peep, I'm used to cowering away and not saying anything, afraid of the consequences of Philips rich family, with just a snap of a finger my flower shop could be torn down without a single peep.

Easily he could ruin my life.

"You know something?" I hear his attention divert to Justine.

After a few seconds "No, nothing, Kevin just needs to leave her alone or Ill press charges."

"Babe, how are you going to press charges" he chuckled.

"Thats why your here silly, you're going to make it happen because you love me."

The cold atmosphere warmed up feeling them hug and kiss each other, normally I'd be disgusted but as of right now, please just begin mauling each other just to take away the attention on the subject.

"Goodnight Jane, Philip will be there shortly" she giggles at the end letting out a squeal I hear scuffling until her bedroom door slams shut. Tears fall from my eyes, pathetic, Rowan deserves better than someone like me, wait ... Rowan.

I was right indeed about my intestines falling, my ankles were carrying weights as I tried to lift them, the tiny trails of blood got darker and darker until they disappeared under the seam of my bedroom door, I hear my staggered breaths, with great hesitance I open the door to a dark bedroom, the only glow was the light in my bathroom, He didn't leave me. He was here, this whole time. Though I can't breathe properly I charged for the bathroom after closing and locking my bedroom door, the sight I walk into broke me to a thousand pieces, cupping my mouth tightly to not let the sobs escape to not disrupt the couple across the hall.

There he was, so much blood.

His naked body glistened in sweat under the light he was glowing, damped curls stuck to his face, the hard rise and fall of his chest really showcased his strong torso, pure lean muscles flexing every so often as he continued in stitching the leaking wound. Look anywhere but ... Look anywhere but...

Too late, upon glancing at the wound I saw the twitch of his third leg, dark green veins start under the tip until it decorates the shaft portraying the angry hunger of the organ. Dear lord, I'm mental.

Sharp stubbly jaw line flexed as Rowan bites down harder on the white cloth to hide his agony, I could hear the masculine grunts and muffled screams perfectly he continued sewing up the wound, his strength came and went, I would watch him pause catching his breath, this was all because of me. I couldn't even defend him moments ago.

A hiccup from me notified him of my presence, I watch his eyes slowly open, the only dark color in the room was his deep blue eyes, the exhaustion and pain were evident in his expression as he slowly turned towards me, "Jane" Even softly spoken his deep voice made me fawn.

"Go ... sleep ... Jane" His voice gets Husky and faint, he's slipping, no, I won't have it.

Launching my body to catch his slowly failing form "Wake up Rowan, please wake up for me" I cry, he quickly blinks out the daze and locks his eyes on me, the act alone set my heart on fire than normal a newfound appreciation set its course as my request didn't linger in the air for more than a second, he listened and didn't argue once. With the medical technique I learned back in school it was time to put it to the test, or so I thought. Rowan did phenomenal, even well disinfected the wounds, I think to myself peering at the bottle of Isopropyl Alcohol. The burning of my cheeks got irritating, I'm close to him, his naked form, his eyes deadpanned on me watching my every move, my hands shook so much I constantly had to pause and breath.

"It's going to be alright," I sob. "I will protect you" I breathed.

I winced inserting the needle into the remaining part of his thigh, he doesn't flinch or groan rather breath huskily looking up to the ceiling, sweat glided from his forehead down to his neck, stubbly jaw line so defined, Adams apple throbs as he swallowed thickly. The rise and fall of his chest are staggered, heaving up and down quickly as if trying to adjust to the pain, shit, the needle.

Admiring the beautiful man, I forgot I stuck a needle inside him and left it there, I was slow but cautious, Rowan complied with everything, he let me sleep and came here on his own, my big head was right on top of his wound, I've been selfish with him the thought alone only broke my heart more. The pain seemed to skyrocket now that I was nearing the end of the sewing, only two more. Glancing toward Rowan I can see the exhaustion, I need to make this quick, with the final stitch I was finally complete I feel him peering at me through his exhaustion as I padded the remaining blood away with alcohol.

"T-thank you, Jane" As much as I love hearing my name coming out of his mouth, I need him to rest up.

"Shh," the more I look at him the more it broke me.

"Ro-wan" tears brim my lids.

"Pl-pl-please d-don't talk" I breathed, before I knew it, I was sobbing all over again, it isn't over, Kevin was right. Upon stitching the remains, I saw it, the severed cord. Not a big disconnection but it was scratched, he will be back to normal in a few weeks if he can get the proper ointment and treatment, but as I feared, Rowan indeed will be limping for a while, with the public now putting the word out I'm going to need to work with tremendous precaution.

Rowan is staying with me until he is feeling better or can walk again.

I felt a soft hand touch my face, the feel of the hands had me pause for a moment getting lost into the feel, even with my vision still blurry I could see the Cerulean Blue orbs, my breathing evens out feeling him wipe away my tears, this was the same man that went head-to-head with a lion for me, and even still his concern was me.

"Jane" he says again using his other hand to wipe cup the other side of my face.

Slowly raising my hand to wrap around his wrist softly "Rowan". For a moment It was just us in the world, side by side the way it should be.

Thump, thump.

I hear My heartbeat drumming loudly.

Thump, thump.

Man, its setting off loud.

Thump, thump.

Why is my heart so loud right now?

Thump, thump, thump. "Hello, your water?"

Oh, that's not my heart, it's the unwanted figure behind the door, wait, oh no, Philip. My eyes dart to the door and back to Rowan who for once wasn't staring at me but glancing at the door with furrowed brows. An expression of curiosity and anger, jealousy?

Thump, thump "let's make this quick alright,"

"Yea, just one second" I managed to speak in a rush.

"When was your life that interesting, hurry up I need to get back to my woman".

I roll my eyes to the comment but indeed I must hurry, slightly adjusting the door to hide Rowans figure I quickly closed the light and headed for the door. I'm met with a naked broad chest, the dim lights from behind him in the hallway casted a faint glow glistening his wet arms, craning my head up I see his hair deshelled and mentally sighed, only two reasons as to what could have happened: shower or sex? Maybe both, Justine gets her womb rearranged while I was crying.

The story of my life really.

Reaching my arm for the glass while the rest of my body hides behind the door "Thanks". I remain stoic hoping he notices my lack of any real gratitude. My hands wrap around the glass in his hand, but it doesn't budge.

"I said thank you". I repeat.

"I bet it must be tough, knowing you aren't wanted so much that Cameron had to pay Kevin just to even look at you." He spits lowly.

I say nothing, staring into nothing.

"Must have been tough for poor Kevin having to sit in front of you while so many available and beautiful women like Justine were right there and ready."

"Philip, if your obsessed with me just say so, normal people who don't like each other would have come to do what they needed and left, or leave it at the door, but you work differently and that's ok."

Where. The. Hell. Did. That. Come. From?

"Excuse m-" his words faded as the sound of my bathroom door creaking overtook the silence that fell between us. Crap, Rowan, Philip was taller than me and easily peered right above me. After a while the noise disappeared and his attention was back on me.

"By the way, that trail of blood"

I try to not show any emotion looking right into his eyes, even though I wanted to scream.

"You should clean that up" he chuckles darkly letting go of the water once more looking into my room, before heading back to Justine's.

Closing the door to mine I blew out a huge breath I didn't know I was holding; I knew I was but not that much.

"Sleep Jane"

Turning around to a Rowan that was making his bed on the floor before fluffing my pillows, this was going to be a long process.