Of course I'm back with another story about Jason Statham and Emily Blunt characters. I just love writing about them. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this story. It is another crossover with the Expendables.

A small scene of violence is in this chapter.

2006

"Ow, ow, ow," Emily was moaning as they finished getting her leg into the cast. A nurse was at her left eye, applying a small bandage. Emily felt like she had been hit by a mack truck instead of just a cab. She hissed in pain when the nurse finished over her eye.

"All set," Dr. Hess smiled at her. She gave a weak smile back.

"When can I go back to work?" she asked. Dr. Hess gave her a surprised look.

"Back to work?" he repeated.

"Yes. My job is very important you know," she added. Miranda would not be pleased if Emily couldn't work. She dreaded that conversation.

"I would recommend at least a week, maybe two, of rest before going back to work. You just had a traumatic experience..." Dr. Hess trailed off. Emily looked at him with a deadpan stare.

"Then I would lose my job," she said flatly.

"Well...a few days at least?" he suggested.

"One day," Emily negotiated.

"Three days," Dr. Hess urged.

"Two. That's my final offer," Emily said firmly.

"Look, lady, I'm pretty sure your boss will let you have some time off," the man beside her said gruffly. Emily glared at the curtain that separated her from the man who just spoke.

"Excuse me?" she asked, annoyed.

"Ahem, ultimately it's up to you, but I am writing you a note giving you a week off at least," Dr. Hess said hurriedly.

"I won't need it," Emily insisted. Dr. Hess put it in her file anyway.

"I must say, your injury could have been a lot worse. I am a bit curious, though. Are you eating properly?"

Emily felt a jolt inside at this. Was it that noticeable? Dr. Hess was giving her a concerned yet caring look, but she didn't want to admit that she had not been eating properly for a while now. She couldn't remember exactly when that started.

"Of course," she said stiffly. She knew he didn't believe her, but he let it go and gave her a nod before leaving quickly. Emily rested her head back and sighed. Bloody hell anyway.

"We'll be moving you to a private room soon," the nurse promised her. Emily just nodded. She felt unnerved being in an emergency room. She hated hospitals. Too much pain, fear, and loss.

Sudden groaning beside her made her jump and look at the curtain.

"Almost finished, Mr. Christmas," a voice said.

"I could use a stiff drink right now," came the reply. There were some chuckles and then a little more groaning.

"Okay, so I've determined you've got at least one broken rib on top of the other injuries," the second voice said. Emily assumed this was the doctor.

"Swell," the first voice commented. It had a British accent she realized. She hadn't noticed earlier.

"May I ask how these injuries happened?"

"I got jumped."

"Oh dear. Have you...?"

"There's no point in calling the police. I didn't get to see what they looked like."

"But..."

"It's fine."

Emily furrowed her brow, listening to this conversation. Who wouldn't call the police after being assaulted?

"All right. I'm prescribing you some T-3s and bed rest. It takes a while for broken ribs to heal. No sports or any activities that could cause further injury, understood?"

"Yea."

"We're going to monitor you overnight for any internal bleeding. You'll be free to leave after tomorrow."

"Thanks."

There was silence then, and Emily assumed the staff had left. She jumped in fright again when the curtain was moved back quickly by a nurse. Emily caught sight of a man sitting upright with bruises all over his torso, a few scratches and a bruise on his face, and what looked like gauze on his right wrist. He had a ruggedness to him but also a kind of hardness, but the hardness did not reach his eyes. Emily also noticed a cut on his closely shaved head. He looked like someone who had been dropped ten stories and then run over by a bus. He looked like absolute crap.

"What?" he asked, catching her looking at him.

Emily whipped her head back in the other direction, not answering. She felt a bit embarrassed for having been caught staring. She saw him get settled onto the pillows on his bed in her peripheral vision. She was about to close her own eyes when she had to stop herself from shrieking out loud in fright.

A chiseled looking older Italian man had appeared from nowhere, and he also suffered injuries to his face and arms. Emily stared in horror as this man came closer to her bed. Was he going to attack her?!

"What are you doing here?" the man beside her asked. The older man went to stand next to his bed, oblivious to Emily.

"Just checking in on you. Is that not allowed?"

"You might get admitted yourself looking like that," the first man said. She remembered the doctor calling him Mr. Christmas. Emily was fairly certain it was a fake last name. Who actually had a last name of Christmas?

"What did they say?"

"I've got a broken rib. They stitched up where the knife got me on my wrist. They want to make sure I don't have internal bleeding."

"Well, you were knocked out."

"Not my first head injury...probably won't be my last," Christmas chuckled. "And I wasn't knocked out that long."

Emily couldn't believe how casually they were talking about getting stabbed and hitting their heads. Who were these guys?

"He got away," the older man said, lowering his voice.

"What?"

Emily felt the hairs on her arm stand up. Who got away? Why did it sound serious?

"Toll is still beating himself up for missing the shot."

"It was chaos. He can't blame himself. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine. I had him right in front of me."

"We'll have to just try again," the older man sighed.

"Hello?!" Serena called, coming into view then. She hurried over to Emily's bedside after seeing her. "Oh my God! I can't believe this! Are you okay?!"

"I'm fine," Emily answered. She couldn't help but notice the two men were looking at her now. She cringed inside.

"You just got hit by a bloody car! You could have died!"

Emily did not miss the snicker from the older man. She shot a glare his way, and he just gave a twisted smile back in return. She guessed they probably got hit by cars all the time since they seemed to have everything else done to them.

"Don't be so dramatic," Emily hissed at Serena. "I'm fine." For whatever reason, she wanted to appear tough to these two men whom she didn't even know.

"Andy is going crazy," Serena said to her without missing a beat. "She's been nuts all morning. I think she's coming here to talk to you."

"Oh God, what for?" Emily asked. She vaguely remembered Andy was trying to tell her something on the phone right before she got hit by the car.

"I don't know. It seems serious. Miranda didn't even ask if you were okay," Serena went on. "I mean, I know she doesn't give a shit about people, but you almost..."

"Enough with the almost dying," Emily snapped, holding up her hand to cut Serena off. "And I don't care what Miranda thinks."

"You're going to take some time off work, right?" Serena asked.

"No! I have a lot of work to do."

"You're right. Miranda might fire you if you don't come in right away," Serena agreed.

"All right, I have to ask," Christmas interrupted, making both Emily and Serena look at him. "What kind of job do you have that requires you to be there right after a, erm, near death experience?"

Emily bristled at the hint of sarcasm near the end.

"None of your business," she said back coldly.

"Must be a surgeon then," the older man said to Christmas.

"Maybe a lawyer?"

"Oohh a detective."

"Shut up," Emily barked. Serena stood to close the curtain, but Emily caught Christmas looking at her with a slight smirk on his face before it was hidden by the curtain.

"Who is that?" Serena whispered.

"No idea."

"I can still hear you," Christmas said. "The curtain isn't a magic curtain, you know. Sound still goes through it."

"Wow," Serena mouthed, eyes wide. "He's surly."

"Ready for your room?" the nurse asked, standing at the end of her bed.

"Yes, please," Emily answered, relieved. She hoped she would never see that Christmas man ever again.

...

"She sure was spicy," Barney commented after the woman had been taken away. Lee snorted.

"I think you hurt her feelings," he joked.

"Me? You made fun of her near death experience."

"Did not."

"In a way, yes you did."

"Whatever. I'll never see her again, so it doesn't matter," Lee said. He tried to not think about the woman, but for some reason, she was stuck in his mind. He was curious about what had happened that led to her getting hit by a car.

"All right. I'll get out of here before I'm admitted," Barney chuckled. "We'll come get you tomorrow. Stay sharp."

"Sounds good," Lee nodded. Barney gave him a pat on the shoulder before leaving. Lee was surprised that Barney had even insisted that he come to the hospital to begin with. It usually led to questions they preferred not to answer. He had, however, taken quite the beating, so perhaps Barney was just being extra cautious. Then again, he'd just told him to "stay sharp." Something was up. Lee had an idea as to what.

"Your room is ready," his nurse said a few moments later, smiling at him. He smiled back.

"Perfect."

...

Lee was trying to sleep when he heard the shout.

"I don't care if she was going to beat you with a hot poker, you should have said no!"

He opened his eyes, frowning. That voice was familiar. He turned his head to look out the door and across the hall. He could see the end of a hospital bed, a dark haired woman sitting on the window sill looking at the person in the bed, and a leg in a cast on the bed itself.

"Oh come on," he muttered. What were the odds that he'd get put across the hall from Spicy Girl from the emergency room?

"I had no choice," the dark haired woman was saying. Her face looked pained.

"You did have a choice, Andy. You did."

"I'm sorry..."

"It's so unfair! I've been starving myself for weeks in preparation for Paris, and you just swooped in and took it all away. You don't even like fashion. You eat carbs for crying out loud!"

Lee tuned out the rest of it. So the woman worked in fashion. That was the reason she couldn't miss a day of work. He chuckled to himself. It was beyond his understanding.

"I said go!"

He looked to see the dark haired woman rush out of the room looking as though she was about to burst into tears. He then could hear muffled crying coming from the room. He did his best to not pay attention to it. Eventually, he fell asleep.

...

"Okay, luv," Nurse Patricia said, coming into Emily's room. "We have your crutches here. Shall we have a go and try them out?"

"Do I have to?" Emily asked. It was late afternoon at this point. She was tired.

"We want to make sure you can use them properly before you leave."

"Fine," Emily grumbled. Patricia helped her sit on the edge of the bed and handed her each crutch one at a time.

"It's gonna be painful at first, especially since your arms aren't used to it," she told Emily. "With time, it gets better."

Emily got into a standing position, and Patricia gestured to the hallway.

"Walk up and down it a few times. Rest if you're tired. Keep practising for as long as you can, though, and start building up those arm muscles," Patricia smiled. Emily did not miss the concerned look the nurse gave the rest of Emily's body. Emily knew she was rather frail looking right now, but she felt fine. She hobbled out to the hallway and started down it. She managed to go down a few rooms and come back before feeling the pain and exhausted. She was panting and resting when she turned and caught sight of Christmas lying in his bed in the room across from hers.

"You gotta be kidding me," she said to herself. Of course he'd be right there. Thankfully, he was sleeping and didn't see her. She kept going up and down the hallway until her arms couldn't take it anymore. Then she went back to her bed. It took a bit, but she finally got in and comfortable. She couldn't rely on help because after all, she did live alone. Patricia brought her dinner, and she ate most of it. She was hungry, she discovered. She also didn't have to starve herself for a trip she was no longer going on. Miranda didn't even come to see her, which Emily knew better than to expect anyway. She spent the evening drifting in and out of sleep in between thinking.

...

Something woke her, but she wasn't sure what. She strained her eyes in the dark, trying to see from what little light there was from the hallway and from outside her window. A figure was standing at the end of her bed. For some reason, she felt in danger. She screamed.

...

Lee jolted awake to a scream. Disoriented, he sat up. He quickly remembered he was in the hospital when the pain from his broken rib hit him. He snapped his head to look in the direction of the scream. There was only the one scream. Feeling concerned, Lee got to his feet and made his way across the hall quickly. He walked into the room and could hear a voice roughly telling the woman to shut up. Lee jumped into action, moved forward, and yanked the man away from the woman while wrapping his arm around the man's throat tightly. He heard the man's knife clatter to the floor after he released it from surprise. The woman screamed again. Lee got elbowed in the ribs, making him shout in pain when his broken rib got hit. He kept his arm in place, though, since his training had him able to stay focused through anything, and the man slapped at his arms and tried to kick him in order to free himself. Lee was better, though, and soon the man was on the floor unconscious.

...

The lights were thrown on, and Emily saw Christmas standing there in visible pain over a man on the floor. She shuddered at the memory of the man's hand on her mouth and him telling her to shut up.

"What is going on in here?" Patricia demanded. Then she saw the man on the floor. "Oh my word!"

"It's all right," Christmas wheezed. Two men in police uniforms came in immediately after, and Emily was very intimidated by them. They were meaty and muscly, and their expressions were tight and hard.

"We got him, ma'am," the one said. They slapped a pair of handcuffs on the man and hoisted him up like he weighed nothing. Patricia followed them out.

"H-He had a knife," Emily stuttered. Christmas remembered she was there then, and he gave her a sympathetic look.

"He had the wrong room," he told her.

"W-What do you mean?"

Christmas clutched at himself then, his face changing as he fell to his knees and then onto his stomach.

"Oh my God, are you okay?!" Emily cried. She scrambled for her "help" button and pressed it. She then worked hard to get out of bed and fell ungracefully to the floor, pulling herself over to him. She wasn't sure why she was doing this, but the man did just save her life after all. She got to him and felt for a pulse in his neck.

"I'm...not...dead," he grunted.

"Good cos I can't find where your pulse is anyway," she said. She managed to turn him onto his back and looked down at him. Her leg was screaming at her from the position she was in. She was surprised when he grabbed her hand with his.

"Doctor..." he managed to say.

"I called for help. Where does it hurt?"

"Ribs."

Right. She remembered he had broken one.

"Hang on. Help is coming," she promised. She began to panic when Christmas started coughing up blood and choking. She went to scream for a doctor when one came hustling in.

"What happened?" he demanded.

"He saved me from an attacker, but he got hit in his broken rib I think," Emily explained. She slid away as the doctor took over. Nurses were there now too, helping to get Christmas up.

"He's probably nicked something then, which is causing the bleeding. Prep the OR!" the doctor shouted. They put Christmas onto a bed to wheel him to surgery. Emily felt scared for him. Patricia had returned at this point and saw her on the floor.

"Are you all right?" she asked, concerned.

"Yes. Can you help me up?" Emily countered. Patricia obliged and got her settled back into her bed. Emily's leg was throbbing from pain from all the action. She hoped it would settle down soon. A custodian had come to clean up the blood on the floor that Christmas had coughed up.

"That was quite the scare you had," Patricia said, visibly shaken herself. "I'm sure the police will get to the bottom of it."

"I hope so," Emily said absently. She was thinking about Christmas and whether or not he was going to be okay. She hoped he would be, even though she didn't even know him.

...

Lee opened his eyes to find Barney sitting beside him. He blinked and then winced when he felt the pain.

"Gave us a scare there," Barney noted.

"You used me as bait," Lee countered. He had figured that out the moment he saw the man unconscious on the floor while also remembering Barney telling him to stay sharp. It had been the same man that had given Lee the injuries earlier that day. That was why Barney wanted him in the hospital. He knew the man would come back to finish the job, and they could get him. The other give away was Gunner and Toll dressed as policemen to "arrest" the man so soon after it happened. They'd been lying in wait.

"Got the job done, didn't it?" Barney asked.

"I guess."

"Doc says you'll be a few more days in here recovering. Sorry about that."

Lee briefly wondered about the woman. He could still see her hovering above him, concern in her eyes.

"What day is it?" he asked.

"We are two days after the incident. You were in and out of it for a bit there after the surgery. You slept a lot."

Lee turned to look at the room across the hall. There was no movement in there.

"She's gone," Barney said, knowing that was what he was thinking. "She came by to make sure you were all right, though. Toll kept up the guise of policeman and asked her questions about it and all. He thinks she might still be suspicious about it, though."

Lee just nodded. He was sorry he'd missed her. He was also feeling a bit sorry that he'd never see her again. For some strange reason, he'd felt a connection with her despite their initial meeting.

"Rest up. We'll be outta here soon," Barney said. "I'm gonna go get something to eat."

"All right."

Lee tried to sleep after Barney was gone, but it was evading him. All he could think about was the woman. He regretted not even getting her name.

I'm just going to say first off that I am not a doctor, so if anything medical is incorrect in this chapter, please don't lecture me about it (I have been before even after I explained what I'm explaining to you right now). I use google for information and to make things as accurate as possible, and I'm assuming they'd get you to use the crutches before leaving the hospital with them. If I'm wrong, too bad lol. In this story, it happened. Anyway, the point of the story is not the medical stuff, it's about Lee and Emily's connection. I realize this might not even get read, but that's okay. I'm writing it for me.

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