Grant ran out the door after her. "Trisha wait!"

She kept walking to her car, ignoring him. When he finally caught up to her, she turned her to face him.

"Trisha, what are you doing?"

Trisha met his gaze. "Oh, so now you want to talk?"

I joined them by her car. "That's not fair and you know it."

"Not fair?! Really?" She glared at me. "You stealing my boyfriend is not fair!"

I went to lunge at her and Grant held me back. "She didn't have to steal me from you, it's never been you Trisha."

She scuffed. "She's been trying to get us to break up from the moment we got together, it's so obvious."

"It's not my fault you lost Grant. You're the one who can't keep your legs closed."

Her mouth gaped. Grant stifled his laugh with his hand. She looked me over. "Says the girl running outside in her towel."

I cross my arms tightly over my chest. "At least I shower."

Grant glared at her. "You're going to delete that picture. It's up to you whether you do that out of your own free will or if I have to rip that phone out of your hand."

She took a step towards Grant. "That's not going to happen."

"Oh, so I guess you've made your decision then." He says, turning and shaking his head at me.

"Yes I have." Trisha responded.

I hear high heels clicking on the pavement and watch in disbelief as Trisha runs up behind Grant and smacks him in the back of the head with a sharp-edged rock. Before I knew what was happening, Grant was holding his head cussing loudly. How didn't I notice she'd grabbed it? I felt a little sick realizing I couldn't defend Grant, I watched him get hurt. Grant's eyes were piercing through Trisha. I saw blood seeping through his hand. I immediately ran over to him.

"Grant! Are you okay?" I spoke frantically, forgetting all about Trisha and her stupid picture.

He nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. It's just a little scratch." Judging from the blood on his hand, he was majorly downsizing the severity of his injury. "I'm fine, go get the phone off that psycho."

"Grant, you need to get to the hospital." I said, refusing to acknowledge Trisha's presence.

Just then I heard a car start up and drive away. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Trisha.

Grant moved towards the road . "That's it, I'm going to kill her. I don't even care about the prison time anymore."

"She's the one who's getting prison time." I said while taking his hand and leading him towards his house.

Grant squinted. "Rinnie, I don't mean to micromanage, but we're heading the wrong way."

I shook my head. "Nope, this is exactly the way I'm trying to go."

He started trying to walk the other way. "We need to catch up with Trisha."

"Will you come on before you bleed out?" I tugged his at his arm. He finally caved and followed me into his house.

Grant's hand was coated in blood. "Okay, so I say we take my car and follow her to Liam's. I'll have a friend pull her over to buy us some time."

"Let me see." I reached for his hand that was covering his head.

He pulled back. "That's what you want to see? I have other things that are probably a lot more interesting to look at. Things that are in more dire need of your attention."

I grabbed his hand, using all my strength to bring it down. "Yes, this is what I want to see."

I gasped when I saw. The spot where Trisha hit him looked severe. I thought I saw bone. It was dowsed in blood though so I couldn't be sure.

Grant patted me on the shoulder. "See, not bad."

"Sit." I pointed to the couch. My parents were both doctors, so I knew that the most important thing was to clot the bleeding. He hesitated a moment, then sat on the table.

He smirked. "I'll just wait here while you get ready for our little drive. Zayne already agreed to pull Trisha over, so we should have enough time to catch up. Thank God I know her license plate number."

I took my towel off and pressed it to his head. "The only place we're going is to the emergency room, you need stitches."

Grant choked. "You're naked."

"Your head is gushing out blood Grant, my state of dress isn't important right now." I put more pressure on the towel.

"It's always important Rinnie."

I sighed. "Keep applying pressure to this while I get dressed."

"I've got a million things that would be a better idea than that." He put his hand on the towel.

I headed towards his bedroom. "You only looked for a second, you've only been making eye contact since then." I turned to him. "Is it okay if I borrow some clothes?"

"Give me permission to look and I guarantee you my eyes will lose contact." His sky blue eyes captured mine as he spoke. "But no, you may not borrow some of my clothes."

For a moment, I contemplated giving into desire and staying at Grant's. In the end, my concern for him took precedence.

"You don't need permission." I opened his bedroom door. "I'll pay the price for stealing your clothes later."

I didn't look back at him. It'd be too easy for me to lose focus if I did. I threw on a pair of his black sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt as quickly as possible. My urgency lead me to forget that I had my own clothes there. Luckily, the clothes were baggy enough for me not to need a bra.

I came back out to see Grant in the kitchen, drinking a beer. He had his head over the sink. He was letting his blood drip into it.

"I told you to keep applying pressure." I handed him the towel. "Let's go."

He examined my outfit and smiled. "It's hard to apply pressure and drink at the same time."

I took the beer out of his hand and dumped it down the drain. "There, problem solved. Now, let's go. I need you."

Grant held the towel to his head and followed me. "You need me?"

"Yes, Grant. So, stay alive please."

He suddenly looked serious. It was a rare sight.

The serious look stayed as we drove to the hospital.

"How are you feeling?"

His looked out the window. "I'm sorry."

I felt my eyebrows raise. "Sorry? For what?"

"Everything. I'm sorry for always stopping you from being with anyone. I'm sorry for bringing Trisha into your life. I'm sorry for constantly getting you into dangerous situations. All of it."

I sat silently for a few moments, letting his words sink in. Grant lived his life unapologetically. Remorse just wasn't his thing. I felt honored that he was apologizing to me, but I didn't understand why he was.

I smiled. "Thank you. Thank you for always stopping me from being with the wrong guy. Thank you for stopping me from wasting my time. Thank you for teaching me how to handle people like Trisha and always defending me even if she was right. Thank you for constantly dragging me into exciting adventures that I'll remember forever."

He kissed the side of my neck. "I need you too."

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The doctor came back into the room. "Well, it's going to be a painful but complete recovery." He turned to Grant. "You're a very lucky man, just one more centimeter or a few more drops of blood and I'd be telling a completely different story."

I breathed, relieved. "So, he's going to be okay then?"

Grant smiled at me.

"Yes. Your boyfriend will be as good as new in no time."

"We're umm, he's umm...." I looked at Grant, urging him to help me.

Grant's smile widened. "Thank you so much doc."

The doctor nodded. "You're welcome. Give me just a moment to call in your prescriptions and I'll be right back."

The doctor left the room.

Grant shifted off the hospital bed and sat beside me. "Are you okay Rinnie?"

"Yeah, I'm okay."

He smirked. "Freaked you out didn't it?"

I titled my head. "Huh?"

"The whole boyfriend thing, it freaked you out." Grant smiled at me.

I was saved by a knock on the door.

"Come in." Grant said getting off the hospital bed.

A pretty nurse with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes smiles as she walks in. "There's someone here to see you, he says he's a friend. Should I let him back?"

Grant shrugged "Sure. I don't care who comes back here."

"Okay I'll let him know." She says pleasantly and leaves us alone again.

"Probably Alec." Grant guesses.

Just as I'm about to speak the door opens slowly.

He squints. "What are you doing here?"

"I just talked to Trisha. I wanted to make sure you were still alive." I hear a soft laugh. "Welcome to the concussion club."

I jumped up at the sound of Liam's voice.