I can sure tell you that sleeping has been horrible. Every time I close my eyes, I can see that man with a knife coming at me. Sleeping like that has been terrible.

The only good thing I could think about as I laid awake, is the fact that I was going on tour with King Kobra. Which I guess now that I think about it, isn't quite a good thing. There's just going to be a lot going on, a lot to worry about and a lot of stuff I don't like while I'm on the road but I'll have to deal with because it's not fair to Mark for me to be constantly b*tching about stuff. 

 I tried to turn my body a little ways to the side so it'd be a bit more comfortable, but a sharp pain ruptured through me. I felt a heavy liquid start to drip down from my back, hip and thigh. 

My hand ran across the fluid. I held it up and in the dim street light that came in through the window, a crimson color was present. It occurred to me that when I tried to move, I opened up one of the knife cuts, that seemed to make it worse.

If it wasn't for the fact I was basically paralyzed from pain and fear that I just tore the cut way to deep, I would of stumbled to the bathroom, but my legs wouldn't move.

I felt the blond man beside me move his arms further down my body to where the gash started on my mid back and side hip.

"M-Mark." I whispered and used my less-swollen hand to shake his arm that was laid on-top of me. "Mark." I said again. No response.

There was a piercing  discomfort that shook through me and my stomach started to churn. I pushed the bile down my throat.

"Wake up." My voice was meek and desperate. "Please, get up. H-help me Mark." A quiet cry left my mouth.

I could feel him start to move. My gaze shifted up to him, his eyes snapped opened. "L-lissa. What's wrong?" Mark grumbled. He went to rub his eye with the hand he had rested on my bleeding hip.

His saxe eyes went round when he saw the blood on his hand. "Is this your blood." He looked down at me worried. "I r-rolled over and I t-think I tore one of the cuts back open. I-I think it's tore v-very deep." I nodded.

Mark started to unwrap me from his grasp and look down at what was wrong. "F*ck. Lissa, your gonna hate me but I need to take you to the hospital, or somewhere you can get stitches." He started to get out of bed.

I nodded, not really caring at that point.

I watched as Mark turned the lights on and threw on a shirt. "You still can't move?" He looked me over. I left him to decide that answer. 

He slid his arms around me and lifted me off of the bed. I was able to get a good look at what was wrong. By the cut got deeper, it is deep enough that you could most likely visibly see the pink flesh and my hip bone if it was washed with water. There was so much blood on the bed, and myself for that matter, that it could probably keep alive another person.

"Watch me, don't look at the cut. It'll help with the anxiety of the situation." Mark instructed me. I looked at Mark as he said and didn't take my eyes off him, I just watched his blue eyes as he hurriedly rushed down stairs.

We went outside and he gently put me down in his car. "Wait, what about the seats, I don't want to ruin them." I called to him as he went around to his side.

"Oh yeah." Mark took off the button up shirt he had on over a white shirt, and wrapped that around my waist area which would probably stop some of the blood from washing onto his leather car seats.

Mark held my hand the whole drive to the hospital, well, the whole time but for when he had to shift gears which was a frequent thing you kind of had to do in a stick shift.

When we got there, Mark again picked me up and rushed inside. Everyone in the first lobby, room area looked about as tired as they could be. It was then I realized it was about two A.M in the morning.

"Name?" The nurse at the front desk asked. Mark put me down beside him and helped me balance on my weak legs. "Lissa Elizabeth Lace." Mark answered for me.

"Reason for coming to the emergency room?" She question dully, not even looking up from the paperwork in-front of her. "She has cuts on her leg that has blood rushing out of it fairly fast, feels nauseous and is bruised." He told her.

"There'll be about a twenty minute wait, please have a seat." She said to us. "Ah." I stumbled a little and Mark had to help me upright again by basically lifting me off the ground. He gave the blond nurse an angered glare.

"She is loosing a lot of blood and can't even stand up-right. I swear to f*cking god, if you don't get somebody to get her soon you will not have a job anymore!" Mark raised his voice, definitely getting the attention of everybody else in here.

The young, blond nurse looked up. Finally! "Sir, I'll have to ask you to calm- Oh my god, I'm terribly sorry." She stopped smacking her gum when she saw me.

I rolled my eyes as she picked up the phone next to her. In a matter of seconds, another, male, nurse was next to me with a wheel chair. 

He helped me sit down in it and rolled me away as the blond nurse at the counter continued to ask Mark more information about me. 

I was laid down in a hospital bed and a doctor soon came in. They had me lay on my side as they started to stitch up the cuts. Great, more scars.

3rd Person

"Why can't I see her?" Mark questioned one of the three nurses who has been informing the worried, blond man on stuff. "She's just fine, all that's happening is she's having stitches." The red headed nurse told him.

"But why can't I go back there with her?" He asked once again asked. "Are you her family?" The blond at the counter asked. 

"No." Was all Mark's response was when he saw the blond nurse come out from behind the desk. A smirk grew on the young woman's lips as she watched the man's eye's travel up and down her body a few times. 

"How are connected to her?" The young nurse stepped closer to him. "Close friend." He shook his head, trying to not focus on the nurse, and went back to worrying about the girl he was trying to get the nurse to let him see.

"Well, I can't let you back there with her until the doctor says you can go, but-" She bit her lip, "-I could get us into a small work room to take your mind off the your friend."

Mark just watched her blankly while he thought. "You're terrible at your job." He stated with an expressionless look.

A doctor came out and looked around. "Miss. Lace." He said as his eyes landed on Mark who was only one of maybe three people in the room. He took a step over to the doctor. "Are you related to her or her boyfriend?" The doctor asked. "Boyfriend." Mark lied. "Okay, come back with me." He waved for Mark to follow him.

Mark followed the older man. He shot a glare at the blond nurse as he passed.

Lissa's P.O.V

I ended up having to get about fifty-three stitches all together because the doctor went ahead and just stitched the rest of my cuts up. He instructed me to try and stand and balance while he left for a minute.

Although my legs were bruised badly and swollen, I forced myself up because if I didn't, the doctor would probably do something else. Which I did not want to be here longer than what I had to.

As I balanced myself with one arm on the chair, bench thing they had me sitting on, the door opened. 

Mark came in with the doctor behind him. He came over to me and gently wrapped his arms around my back. I reached up and hugged him.

"Okay, I'd like to ask a few question and go over a few things too, before you two leave." Another nurse came in, she had dyed red hair. She walked over to the doctor and whispered something to him behind her clip tray. 

"Okay, I'll be right there. Here." He gave her the tray and left. She sat down in his chair, crossing her legs then facing us. "I'll have to ask you to fill these out, you were suppose to do that before you came back but you had to be rushed back here. So, you get to fill it out now." She smiled at me then handed me a clip tray and a pen.

I tried balancing the pen between my bruised fingers but my hand would move enough to be able to write. 

"Oh honey, what happened to your hand?" The nurse came over to examine my hand. She looked it over along with the rest of my arm then wrote something down on the paper's the doctor gave her. 

"Let your boyfriend ask you the question and he can fill it out. I'll leave so you can feel like this is more private, the questions are a little bit strange." She gave the pen and paper to Mark and walked out of the room.

"Wait, boyfriend?" I gave Mark a questioning look. "Sorry, it was the only way they'd let me back here." He chuckled.

I nodded and looked at the paper he had in his hands expectantly. "Okay, what's your name?" He asked. I kicked his knee and he laughed. The only reason I could reach his knee was because the stupid chair they had me sit in was a lot higher than the chair Mark sat in.

"Okay, okay, I get it. Lissa Elizabeth Lace." He said aloud as he wrote down my name. "Okay, now what happened and how? Your option are broken bone, swelling, obsessive bleeding, cut or other." He circled one without asking me. "I'm just gonna circle other for what happened."

"Age and birthday?" He started to write something down while saying my age and date of birth aloud. "17, July 7, 1967." 

"Gender?" Mark looked up at me questionably. "Oh my god, Mark! You know what I am and if you don't, something is wrong with you." I again kicked his knee. "Oww, that hurt this time." He rubbed his knee.

"Female." He circled the one that said female. He then looked down at the next question and snorted. "What?" I asked. "Okay, this question follows the gender question. Last menstrual cycle?" Mark laughed. My cheeks went really red. I stayed quiet.

"I'm waiting." He glanced up at me. "God, two weeks ago." I muttered, barely loud enough for him to hear. "What?" He put his hand to his ear. "You heard me." I rolled my eyes.

"If you thought that question was bad, this one is worse." Mark started laughing even harder. "Just say it. You're acting like a three year old." I gave him a blank stare. Honestly, I was kinda scared to hear the question.

"Last time of sexual intercourse?" He attempted to ask me with a straight face, that failed because he just started to laugh. "It does not say that!" I shook my head.

"Oh it does." Mark showed me the questions. Low and behold, it did, in fact, say that. "What does that even have to do with any of this?" I shouted. "That's not one of the options." He rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"Never!" I yelled, probably getting the attention of people outside of the room. "Well, I knew that." He joked. "If you don't shut up, I'll kick you somewhere that'll make it hard for you to ever have 'sexual intercourse' again." I snorted, using hand quotes around the words sexual intercourse.

"Next question!" Mark said quickly and pressed his legs together. He asked the rest of the questions down the sheet, most of them were more medical related. Thinking about it now, it was kinda funny the way Mark acted, he did get me to laugh, but at the time I wanted to kill him.

The nurse came back in with the doctor not that long after we finished. The nurse took the papers and handed them to the doctor before walking out of the room.

"Okay. So, I have to ask this because if I don't, I could get arrested and fired." He began. "Miss. Lace, can I ask where all the bruising on you came from?" The doctor motioned to my arms and legs.

I looked over at Mark. "Can you step out of the room for a minute sir." The doctor opened the door and Mark walked out of it, giving me a worried look. "Ma'am, your boyfriend seems like a nice man, but if he did this to you I have to know and alert the authorities, it's part of my job and if I don't ask why I'd get fired. And if I don't get an honest answer, I'm afraid the man's gonna get arrested for domestic abuse." The doctor explained to me.

"No, no." My eyes widened, I probably looked horrified. "He didn't do this to me, I promise." I shook my head.

The doctor opened the door and Mark came back in. He came over and sat back down beside me. "Okay, so what happened?" The doctor asked.

It went on from there, they had a police officer come in and filled a report. I told them what happened, leaving out the black haired man, as he asked. Mark told the police about what he saw, which was nothing so he just explained how when I didn't answer the phone when he called from the air-port, he had to get a taxi because he was worried. Then he explained how he saw all the furniture and pictures broken when he got inside and a bunch of blood everywhere with the backdoor open. And how he found me laying on the bathroom floor. 

After that, the police let us go, which was hard in a way because walking hurt and so did everything else.

From there, I remember falling asleep in the car because it was about four in the morning. When we got home, Mark carried me inside. 

I slept for awhile before waking up around seven from feeling the bed move. "Don't leave." I mumbled, knowing Mark was getting up. "I'm not going anywhere." He whispered and laid back down next to me.

It was probably mid-day before I woke up and stayed up. "You know we need to pack, like actually pack, pack." Mark said to me. I gave him a confused look before it occurred to me once again, I was going on tour with him.

"How actually, did you convince your manager to let me come?" I wondered aloud. "Oh, well. At first he said no, then out of no-where he changed his mind. And here we are." Mark explained to me and sat up. 

"Wait, so I'll basically be a groupie?" I asked. "Yeah." Mark nodded his head. Wait, what. "But I hate groupies and now you're saying I am one?" 

"Your not f*cking anyone in the band so you're different. And by you're not f*cking anyone in the band that means you are not aloud too." Mark gave me a warning glare. "Ew, no. The second I did anyone in your band, something's wrong." I pretended to gag.

"Not even me?" He gave me a fake hurt look. "That's even worse than the rest of your band." I shook my head. "Ouch." He put his hand over his heart.

"I'm kidding." Mark nudged my shoulder with a laugh. "Well, help the crippled woman up and let's pack." I joked then reached out for him.

He laughed before grabbing my hands and pulling me up. We finished that day off with packing, fun, right?

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A/N

Hey, got this wrote. Sorry for taking a long time before posting the next chapters, but I seem to be getting back to posting more often. In-between end of the year school work and the fact I'm moving, it's been alot of stuff to do, but it's getting better. Nothing in this chapter was true so yeah.
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