Alek's heart skips a beat and he sits up, his face red.

Bridgette jolts and quickly rolls away, standing up and slipping under the bed.

Alek straightens his hair, quickly pulling the sheet music out from the drawer. "Yes?" He answers.

There is no reply. Bridgette whispers "Just open the door..."

Alek stands, placing the music on his bed and placing a hand on the knob. He opens the door. "I said yes.." he freezes.

L: (HOLY I KNOW WHO IT IS-)

Timber swings his knife imediently at Alek's throat, his face blank, yet his eyes livid.

Alek tries to dodge but is too slow, the knife cutting him. His eyes widen and he holds a hand to his neck. He grabs his sword from next to his desk, his vision becoming blurry.

Bridgette screams and rolls out from under the bed. Timber continues trying to slash at Alek, his rage fueling each movement.
Bridgette runs yanking him back "No! No no stop it!"

Alek opens his mouth to speak, but remains silent, not knowing how it would affect him. He dropped the sword, placing the other hand at his throat.
He steps away, his back against the wall.

Timber growls and tries to stab again, but Bridgette runs in front of him, sobbing "STOP IT!" He stops and holds it above his head. He stares at Bridgette and trembles. He growls and smacks her out of the way, slamming Alek harder against the wall and stabbing him over and over in the arm. Bridgette screams more "NO NO! GET AWAY FROM HIM! STOP PLEASE!" She pushes him away and grabs the sword, she holds it to him, standing between Timber and Alek.

A: (AHHHHH BRIDGETTE SHALL SAVE HIM OMFG)

L: (AHHHH WHAT--WHAT IM FREAKING OUT)

Alek's eyes fill with terror and pain, his body shaking. He presses himself as close to the wall that he could, hoping Timber cared enough not to hurt her. He still worried, paralyzed with fear and keeping his eyes on Timber. He wanted to help her.

Timber chuckles  "You can't hurt me bridgette..." She trembles.

"GET. OUT!" She holds the sword tighter, yet knows she honestly wouldn't be able to kill him.

Timber stares at her and growls, turning and leaving the room, slamming the door shut. Bridgette drops the sword and turns to face Alek "N-no no no!" She cries "Get on the bed! Now!"
She runs and grabs all that she needs before running back.

Alek was shaking, covered in blood. He was light headed, beginning to have trouble standing. He tried to speak, but his words caused him immense pain. He stumbled to the bed, using the backboard as a guide.

Bridgette quickly sits next to him and begins working on his wound, trying to hold in her now silent tears. "J-just hold on Alek s-stay with me Alek please!" She finishes the stitches and whimpers, cleaning him up. She whispers Aowins words and trembles, crying and shaking her head. She works on his arm and whispers the same thing. When she finishes she looks at him, worried.

Alek is still shaking, his eyes wide. He stares at the ceiling, his eyes darting around as he panics in his mind. He speaks quietly, his voice wheezing and choked. "..M-my l..lad..dy.." his hands grips tightly to the bed covers as he feels the sickening smell of iron sink into his senses. He trembles, scared of death. His eyes shut tightly, holding back an urge to throw up.

"S-stop! Stop you need to relax or you won't heal! It's all mental now just... s-stay alive!" She trembles and grabs his hand "Please Alek r-relax..." She tries to keep her voice calm.

L: (AHHHH LET ME RESEARCH BLOOD LOSS REAL QUICK)

A: (SCREW BLOOD LOSS LET HIM LIVE!)

Alek looks at her, his eyes terrified. His hand grips hers tightly, not wanting to let go. He closes his eyes, trying to calm himself down. He tries counting and holding his breath, the smell overpowering. His mind settles a bit, but the pain began to set in. Alek's breathing becomes forced as he lets out a scream, so full of pain and terror. He takes gasping breaths, each one causing more pain. He whimpers, his breathing rigid. He tried to calm himself down.

Bridgette cries and looks at him shaking. She burst into tears and kisses him, shutting her eyes and keeping her lips against his.

His other hand holds to her arm. She had once called herself a distraction, and now that's what she needed to be. He focuses on her, her touch, her presence. His breathing doesn't slow, in fact it increases. His mind, however settles. He has to stay with her, she needs to be safe. His wounds still hurt but he shuts his eyes tighter, his muscles tense. He isn't going to give up, he is going to live. He has to.

Bridgette continues, taking a short breath before pressing her lips against his again. She says nothing and continues to keep him with her, preying his mind is calming, preying she is making some sort of difference.

His grip loosens, and he feels the urge to rest, his light head bringing him to unconsciousness. He places a hand on her cheek, kissing her back before passing out, his hand falling limp by his head.

She pulls away slowly, looking at him and whimpering. She quickly checks if he's breathing and let's out a breath of relief then trembles. She looks at the blood around the room and quickly begins cleaning up, looking at her dress and at Alek's clothes.

She changes him (Not looking ya perv) and cleans the room. She looks at her dress and sighs, knowing she might need another. She sneaks out of the room and quickly goes to Kogans studio. She leaves a small note that says she's borrowing a dress.  She takes one and slips back into Alek's room, changing and putting back on her mask. She looks at Alek and trembles.

Anger fills her, and her eyes slit, her ears pinning back. Except memories of Timber's last death fills her, and she goes back to normal, suddenly crying and falling to her knees. She cries in his room all night, before falling asleep on his floor, preying he wakes up in the morning.

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A/N: .... Oh I remember how intense this was hehehe....

L/N: Man nothing was better than..man j can't spoil that but man it gets good!