The next morning, Kris woke to an intense pain. These came and went, depending on the last time she'd taken the drugs the doctors had given her. It usually lasted for about two minutes, the amount of time it took her to get a glass of water and swallow the assortment of pills. Her first moments of day were painful, and only became more so as she tried to sit up. Her body was finally fighting for the rest it deserved that Kris had been avoiding. Keeping busy meant that she didn't have to think. Keeping busy meant that she didn't have to remember Wildfire. The pain only intensified as she became fully conscious, and all she wanted was to find the pills; but her body refused to move, so she had to rely on her voice.

"Junior!" Her voice was quiet and raspy at first. "Junior!" Moments later, she heard footsteps down the hall.

"Oh!" he exclaimed as he opened the door. "You're awake." He came to stand by the side of her bed. "Is there anything I can get for you? Breakfast? Water?"

"Pills," she muttered out. "And a glass of water, please." He nodded, bringing back what she asked for. Half an hour later, Kris had drowned the pain, but her body still wouldn't let her out of bed.

"So…" Junior had pulled up a chair and was now sitting beside her. "What now?" She looked at him for a moment.

"Like I know," she replied sarcastically

"What about Axel?"

"What about him?"

"He tried to kill you, Kris. You're just going to let him get away with it?" She let out an aggravated sigh.

"No. The police are after him. They'll get him. I just don't want to have to deal with any of this ever again."

"You're going to have to one day. If not in helping the police catch him, then in his court case."

"Junior, can we please just not talk about this?" Her frustration was evident, so he let the subject go.

"What about us?" A small smile spread on her face.

"What about us?" she inquired playfully. He couldn't help but smirk.

"Well, you'll be happy to know that I filed for divorce today. And now," He kissed her forehead, "we can be together."

"Don't you think it's a bit soon to move in together?" she teased. Junior rolled his eyes, thankful to see her returning to her old self.

"Probably," he admitted. "But, I figure, we've waited an entire year, so why not?" Her smile faded slightly as heavier thoughts came to mind.

"Junior, this isn't like the first time. I don't think my body will let me up for at least a week, if not more. I won't be going anywhere any time soon."

"So?"

"So, basically, "us" will be you taking care of me."

"And what's so wrong with that?" he questioned, kissing her lips gently.

"Nothing, I guess," she answered, too tired to keep conversation, but her mind reeling. Too much could be wrong with that.

-Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry that I haven't written in such a long time! Life, you know? I hope that you'll still give "Runaway" a read. I'd love to hear suggestions of where you want the story to go!-