"Z get back here!" Ginger yells for Zane.

He didn't listen, he ran towards the guy not wanting to fail this mission. 42 liked to run, not fight, he was a weakling on the inside. Zane realized he's too far from the group now, it'll be hard for them to find him if anything happens.

42 turns a sharp corner, Zane does as well. He feel something sharp pushing into his side, and as he's still turning he felt it being moved inside of his abdomen. He yells and look down seeing a knife inside his abdomen, he looks up and see the guy backing away with fear in his eyes. He feels himself bleeding, a lot, and the pain is unbearable. But, he still pulled out the knife, and body slammed 42 into the wall. 42s hands goes up, Zane's new knife goes forwards and stabs him through the hand. He yank it out and 42 runs away, screaming and gripping his hand. Zane try's to run after but he finds he can't run anymore.

Zane holds onto his side with both hands, and slowly make his way closer to the street for the guys to find him. All cars passing by don't even make a move to help the teenager bleeding deeply on the side of the road. After all, Zane was just a normal gangster getting hit with karma. Except one boy, his headlights shine on the man as he turns, and he slows to a stop. Zane panics and try to step back as the boy gets out of the car, but he can't walk anymore. The boy grabs his phone from his pocket.

"Don't call anyone," Zane says and passes out.

He wakes up eventually, in a area he's never been, leaned against a tree in a flower field. It felt like a dream, like he died and this is heaven. But, he still felt the pain and he didn't see his family. He tries to stand but didn't have the strength. So, he lies back, keeping pressure on his side.

"I'm going to bleed out," Zane sighed to himself. " I can barely move."

But, a boy came over, a boy who looks slightly younger than Zane , maybe 15. Short, with buzzed blond hair, first aid kit and flashlight in hand. He crouched next to Zane, and started taking off Zane's shirt.

"You need consent for that," Zane groans and shift to sit up against the tree.

"Hello to you too. I don't need consent to save your life. Just sit still."

He tried to push him away but to no avail does the younger boy move, "leave."

"Do you really wanna bleed to death or do you want to stop protesting and let me help you live? All I'm gonna do is stitch you, don't worry to much."

Zane takes away his hand anxiously and helps slip off the rest of his shirt. The younger boy turns on the light and before he can point it at Zane's face, Zane points it to his side.

"Don't look at my face. If you look I'll have to kill you."

"Can I at least know your name?"

He stays silent, but figure it would be okay to use his work nickname for moments like this. So, he introduced himself as Z. The boy questioned what Z was doing that night, he didn't answer that one. Z punched and clawed at the dirt as the boy cleans it. Z puts his tie into his mouth so he can bite it instead of yelling. When the boy stopped cleaning, Z was already so drained of everything he felt like he was going to pass out.

"Keep your eyes open," Z look down at the savior, the young teen, who could be his age. "I know you're tired, but that could be because of blood loss, meaning it could be dangerous for you to fall asleep, and I don't have the right stuff to help you, why can't I just take you to a actual doctor?"

Z ignored him, "What's your name?"

The boy thinks for a second, "S," he smiles.

Z wants to roll his eyes, or smile, or laugh. He goes for a small smile. The kids a smart ass, but Z finds that funny.

"I don't have anything for internal bleeding, god I hope you aren't internally bleeding. It's really deep. All I can do is take care of the outside."

"Okay S, where's you learn to sew up a human?"

"Where'd you learn to get cut up like a piece of paper, Z?"

Z whistled out, "sarcasm, I like that, S."

"Just shut for a minute while I do this?"

"I'm bad at following directions," Z shrugs. "So, how'd you learn to sew people? Got some criminals for parents? Forcing you to be a doctor or soemthing?"

"They want me to be a doctor, or something like that. Be important and make good money like they do."

"What do you want to do?"

He pauses. "I want to be an artist."

Z laughs out lightly.

"Do you want me to fuck up the stiches? Stop moving! Also what's wrong with being an artist? What do you want to do Mr. I almost died in a fucking alley?"

He runs his free hand through his hair. "I'd rather being doing anything other that what I'm doing now."

"They why aren't you doing anything other than this?"

"My my, full of questions are we? You interested in me? Let me remind you, I'm dangerous."

S stops talking, his face heating as he looks down at the curved needle that he's crossing back and forth on Zs abdomen. The hand in Zs hair goes to S's head, rubbing at the spikes that prickle along your fingers that tickles you.

"Don't worry about it, the talking is helping with the pain. You're to kind kid. Never get involved with the streets. Next time, keep driving, you don't know who you're gonna pick up, what they do for a living, how fucked their life is... god I wish I had some whiskey. Hell, even a beer, I'd even go for vodka, even wine. I'm not picky. You got something strong in that mansion of yours?"

"Of course I do, but with the condition your in drinking can be dangerous."

Z groans out, wanting to drown himself in alcohol to forgot all this happened. "What I mean is, thank you I guess. God I can't believe I'm doing this sober. Thank you kid, for saving me, and not calling the cops on me. If you did I'd for sure be dead meat."

His eyes start getting heavy, and his hand falls from the kids head.

"Thank you S, for saving me. Just, let me sleep a little. I'll wake up, I promise."

And like that, he felt his soul leave his body. He had no clue how long he was sleep, but he woke up on the opposite side of the tree, it was daylight out. He checked his phone, 5pm. He cursed to himself and crawled away from the house. When he was far from the sight he got up and walked, and walked and walked, all through a forest. He didn't know where he was going so he kept going straight. Eventually he came across a road, he stayed out of sight and walked to the end of the road, finding a street sign. He called Ethan, his best friend. Ethan picked Zane up and took him straight to Ethan's family's doctor.

"You're lucky. I'd that kid didn't stop the bleeding soon enough ya could've died,"

"I'll never forget that kid, S. He saved my life being stupid and reckless. He reminds me of myself."

Zane smiles, "I never thought I'd see you again."

"Z," Shane frowns. "You're Z."

"Yeah."

"Are you crazy! I told you to fucking stay! Then I go back out and all that's left if your fucking blood trail! Do you know how bad I panicked?" Zane let's go of his boyfriend, starting at his in shock. "Do you know how fucking horrible you looked! You were on deaths bed! I told you to stay so I could get you iron to help your blood! I was even going to take you to get a blood transfusion because I was so scared!"

Shane is now pacing around the room, anxiously yelling at Zane. He stops and turns to him, he grabs his face and smashed their lips together.

"Don't you ever get hurt like that again! And if you do, so help me god! I won't be the one to-" he stops shouting because of Zane kissing him.

Shane wants to be angry at him, but he can't. He sinks into the kiss, sitting on the bed, and Zane pushed him down the rest of the way. They break to breath, then Zane removes Shane's shirt, Shane pulls him back into a kiss.

"I never thought I'd see you again," Zane mumbled into Shane's lips. "I was scared to. I couldn't wait there, if anyone saw you with me then, if they saw that you saw my face... no. If anyone saw you pick me up... I wouldn't have been able to live with the consequences."

"What do you mean?"

"I wasn't lying when I said I would've had to kill you. Which is why I left when I did, so I didn't have to hurt you, so I didn't have to threaten you or take you back with me for seeing everything. You were so stupid, what came over you to pick up a bleeding stranger on the side of the road?" Shane's quietly thinking about what Zane had said. "I'm so glad you're okay."

Shane pushed Zane gently off of him, so now they are laying side to side, holding hands again.

"Would you really have killed me?"

"You were the only stranger to ever see Zs face, of course I would've had to have you killed. I wouldn't do it myself, but I would've had to tell my boss. And he would've killed you, so I left. I wasn't about to get you wrapped up in my shit just because you saved my life."

"Your boss... only one to see Zs face. Zane, what did you do?"

Zane turns his head the other way, he decided to joke.

"If I told you I really would have to kill you," he forced a laugh.

"That's not funny," Shane props himself up on his elbow his hand brushed against the scar. "I'm so glad you lived."

"I know your curious now, but I'm asking you now," he turns to look back at Shane. Small tears threatening to fall. "Act like this never happened, act like you never found out. That way I know you'll stay safe."

Shane frowns and grabs the others head, shoving it into his chest. Zane cries against Shane's skin, and all Shane can do is hug him.