I couldn't believe the sight I was seeing: my girlfriend on the floor, bleeding God knows how much blood. Unconscious.

I ran to her as I noticed a silver kitchen knife jabbed in her stomach. Her hands was tightly around it, I guess I'm suppose to leave it there.

Maybe she has the guy's fingerprints on there!

My hands reached to the phone, calling 911. Her Nana was crying as she slowly tries to pull Marina into her arms. I shake my head, "You can't move her! The paramedics are on their way."

The guy did this to her..while I was gone with her Nana. They probably tortured her or worse...

Momentarily, the paramedics got here and got her up on the gurney, running to the ambulance. I turn to her Nana, "Go ride with her." She nods, looking at me as she runs, jumping into the ambulance with urgency. Once they were gone, I walked into Marina's room. The peach carpet was stained with her blood as I slide my fingers against it.

I'm so sorry Marina...I'm sorry this happened to you..and I wasn't even here to protect you, to save you.

I stood up and ran downstairs to the car to get to the hospital.

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When I got there, she was already taken to the OR. All I saw was the nurses and doctors talking in a huddle.

"Who would ever do that to Marina...she's like the best doctor here! What a sweet lady she is?"

Their eyes gazed at me as I sigh deeply, looking for the elevators to the surgery unit. One of the nurses runs up to me, "Did you hurt Marina?!" I frown at her, "I would never do this to her. I wouldn't harm a single hair on her body." She folds her arms angrily, in tears,

"LOOK HERE, THATS MY BEST FRIEND THAT I HAD TO OPERATE ON, OKAY?! TRY BEING A PROTECTIVE BOYFRIEND."

My eyes widen at her yelling as she hugs me tightly, sobbing silently in my arms. She was sad, heartbroken to what happened to her friend and she was right. I didn't protect Marina when I knew there was an insane nut out to get her and myself.

"Miranda, that is no way to treat a guest, nevertheless Michael."

My eyes looked away from the nurse to the man in a white lab coat. He chuckles, extending a hand out, "Dr. Paul McCavoy. It's an honor to meet you, Marina and I wasn't really a cup of tea for one another, but I was the one who operated on her. Miranda, please?" She gets off of me and walks off, leaving Paul and me in the hallway.

"Marina lost a lot of blood. We gave her 3 units of O-beg and her knife stab wound wasn't as serious as we thought. I think she's going to be fine. Eventually, detectives will be here, I just wanted to give you the heads-up, but can I ask what happened? I hope it wasn't a suicide or domestic violence.."

My eyes blink at him slowly, registering each word at a time as I caught his sly diss at me, "Marina would never. And second, I would never hurt nevertheless STAB my own girlfriend. You got the wrong guy. I'm not a ruthless tyrant." He chuckles, "I see, just asking to be sure." He presses the elevator button as we get in together.

Something about this Paul isn't right. I get this vibe from him...maybe it's just me and what's going in my life.

The elevator door open as I run out, catching up with Marina's Nana. I sigh, "How is she?" She bites her lip, "She's doing fine, I guess. She's out of surgery, resting." I plop in the chair of the OR's waiting room.

This game needs to stop. Marina getting stabbed was too far. Was it because she said she was going to go to work, when the guy told her not to?

"Michael! Michael Jackson!"

I turn to notice a bunch of reporters with camera people being held back by security asking me a bunch of questions about Marina and how I'm feel and what's going on. Thank God for stable security here, eventually they got all the media away. I certainly didn't need that in my life. Especially when people think I abuse my own girlfriend.

I stood up and walk over to the receptionist, flashing a smile at her, "Can I go see Hathaway, Marina?" She blushes at the way I smile at her, nodding. I walk to her room, opening the door, "Hey Marina, it's me, Michael."

I walk into the room to see her smiling softly, happy to see me, "Hey Mickey." I chuckle at my newfound nickname as the bottom side of her face was bandaged. I reach over to hold her hand as her fingers interlock with mine, "I'm so sorry this happened to you, baby. I'm never leaving your side."

Her head turned from the pillow, looking at the window, "At least I don't have to go to work for some weeks." She was trying to change the subject. I lick my lips as she turns her head, tearing up, "I'm just happy they didn't hurt you or my Nana..." I pull a chair, sitting down, "THEY?!" She nods, "This guy means business. He has henchmen...they're chasing me because of my father..he was gambling and didn't pay them back..."

I look at her speechless as she whispers, "They need $250,000." My eyes widen at the number as my thumb caressed her soft, limp hand.

"I will pay it."

She shakes her head, "No Michael, you worked too hard for that money...you want to use it for your dream house..." I blink back tears while smiling, "Whats the point of having a dream house without you alive to share it with? You're worth more than any house in the world." She smuggles a smile at my words as I stand up and kisses her lips. She attempts to giggle, which caused her to wince.

"Mickey..."

I chuckle, "Whats with the name, Mickey?" She coos, "Because you're so fun and amicable and sweet like Mickey Mouse. Childlike. Adorable." I giggle at her response as I raise an eyebrow, "Will you be my Minnie then?" She scrunches her face.

I gasp before she smile, stopping herself from laughing, "Of course, knucklehead." She grabs the remote for the small television in the room and turns the cartoons on.

I was happy she was okay. Alive. Lively. But these guys will pay for what they did to her. I realize that the battle has begun and they shot the first shot. They may have won the battle, but I will win the war.

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Mm. Talk about a passionate fire. At least, Marina made it out okay. Seems like there's a battle to be won and Michael isn't playing.

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