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When Rob was fast asleep I snuck outside where there were no reporters, which was not an easy task, to have a cigarette and call to check in with his Mom. Her and Mr. Richard were still trying to get their sleep schedules straight and said they'd be back in in the morning. It had felt like the day had gone by so quickly and I was glad for that. The faster the days went by meant the sooner we could leave.

Then I realized I wasn't sure that I wanted us to leave. Amy was still out there somewhere and as soon as we stepped out of that hospital and didn't have security all over the place we were vulnerable again. That thought was enough to remind me of my stupid ulcer situation I needed to take care of.

After finishing my cigarette I made my way back into Rob's room. He was out like a light and snoring peacefully. I decided to check my emails but avoid any gossip site, news site, or even tumblr. I wasn't ready to see any photos or videos that might be out there. Watching Rob's blood go down a drain while I was showering it off of me was enough to damage me for life apart from seeing him be shot.

I couldn't help but want to laugh a little when I opened my laptop and saw the photo of him set as my desktop background. It seemed like so long ago when I was standing in my theater room at home with Kristen freaking out about him seeing that. Now we owned a home together. It is crazy how life works out sometimes

I was about to log into my email when a skype call popped up. It was from Kristen. I picked up my earphone real quick and stuck it in my ear before clicking to accept it. She popped up on the screen sitting on the couch in her house. Her hair was piled up on top of her head and looked insane but she looked so cute of course. I could see from her waist up so I could see very clearly her baby bump poking through her tight white tank top.

"Hi Kristen and Lydia," I waved and she laughed and waved back.

"Why are you being so quiet? Is Rob asl-" Rob snored really loud and she paused before nodded. "Yep. He's asleep."

I laughed. "Yeah. They gave him some morphine so I think a missile coming through the window wouldn't even wake him up right now."

"He's like that even if they don't give him morphine," she laughed. "How has he been today?"

"He's okay. Just super sore. He's getting antsy I think. Definitely ready to get home."

"I would be too," she sighed. "We're coming there tomorrow. We all figured you two needed some together time after all the craziness."

"Y'all didn't have to do that but thank you very much," I smiled.

"I was actually about to call you but then you signed on. I have some neeews," she held her hands up and did spirit fingers as she sang the last word.

I laughed. "You're pregnant with twins?"

"Hell no!" she laughed. "I've already dreamt that shit. Do not want. No. I found out a few minutes ago that the movie is expected to be number 1 after the weekend box office numbers are counted up. Things are already looking to be in our favor."

"Holy shit, that's amazing!" I said as I did a little dance. "Not that I expected anything other than that but still," I laughed.

"It's awesome," she grinned. "I still can't believe that only one more comes out after this one it's done. It's bizarre."

"I'm totally gonna cry," I laughed and she did too.

"Dude, you have your own Edward AND Bella. There's no reason to cry."

"Wow. I never thought about that," I laughed. "But actually, if I thought about it that way then I'd have to be pissed off at myself because I'd be like the home wrecker that stole Edward."

She raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Sometimes I really wonder about the things that go on in your mind."

"Me too," I laughed.

"Okay, I gotta go. Michael is putting together the baby bed by himself and I'm scared he's going to injure himself."

I laughed and shook my head. "Oh shit. Yeah, you better go supervise that."

"Tell the injured one I sent my love and I will see him tomorrow."

"I will. Love ya!"

"Love you," she blew a kiss and we ended the call.

I checked through dozens of emails, none of which were important other than some of the monthly figures from the bar which were some of the best they'd been since I had opened it. Perhaps my bar didn't need me as much as I liked to think. I did miss it though. I hoped we'd get to go visit there at some point.

I don't know why but I got super tired out of nowhere. I guess the lack of decent sleep over the past few days was getting to me. I put my laptop away and grabbed my book before snuggling into my makeshift bed. I don't think I got past the 2nd paragraph I was reading before I fell asleep.

Rob's P.O.V.

I woke from what was a deep, peaceful sleep to the feeling of someone messing with my arm. I opened my eyes reluctantly and looked over to see Felicia, the nurse who always brought me 2 bottles of apple juice instead of one which made her my favorite nurse, checking my blood pressure.

"Sorry," she whispered as she wrote something down on a chart. "How are you feeling?"

I cleared my throat and rubbed the side of my face. "Groggy. Sore."

"How's your pain level?"

"Not bad enough for morphine," I replied. I was sick of being so drugged up I couldn't stay awake.

"I'll get you a pain killer in pill form. Are you hungry? You slept straight through dinner."

"No," I shook my head. My stomach was not handling food very well at all. "Just thirsty."

She grinned and nodded. "Apple juice?"

"Yes," I smiled.

I looked over at the couch expecting to see Christy lying there but there was only her blanket, phone and a book lying there. "Do you know where my girlfriend went?"

She shrugged and shook her head. "Not sure. I didn't see her walk past the nurse's station."

"Okay, thanks," I said as she walked out of the room.

I don't know why but I felt very uneasy. This was the first time I had woken up to find Christy wasn't in the room. I wouldn't have questioned it as much if it wasn't dark out which meant it was obviously night time. Also, she never left without her phone.

I pressed the button on my bed to raise me up, trying not to groan out loud about the pain that shot through my side. Felicia walked back in with a small cup and two bottles of apple juice.

"This is Lortab. You've probably taken it before. Right?"

"Yeah," I nodded as I took the small cup that had the pill in it. I popped it into my mouth and took a bottle of juice from her before opening it and chugging almost half of it in one swallow.

"Thank you," I said, clearing my throat. "Did you see Christy when you walked out?"

"No, I didn't," she said, looking a bit confused. "She might be out smoking?"

"Probably," I nodded.

"I'll let her know you're awake if I see her," she told me as she took the small cup from me. She made her way out of the room and I was left in silence.

I was reaching over to turn on the tv when I heard a loud noise like someone had just slammed something right into the door of my room. Following that was a loud scream from a woman.

"You bitch!" I heard someone scream and then I heard several other screams.

"Oh, you've got a gun now? You think you actually have the balls to use it?"

My heart sank and I swear my heart stopped. I knew that voice. It was Amy.

I scrambled to get out of my bed, groaning loudly when I realized I wasn't going to be able to move very quickly. I should have known this already. It took 10 minutes to get me from the bed to the toilet.

I was swinging my legs off of the bed when the door swung open. I saw Amy's arm before I saw her and there was a black pistol pointing straight at me. I barely had time to register that any of this was real before I heard a loud gunshot and a lot of screams follow.

Amy fell to the floor screaming, the gun sliding across the floor of my room when she hit the ground. I had never heard anyone scream like that. Her hand was covering her right shoulder and I could already see blood seeping through her clothes onto her hand.

I could hear chaos in the hallway but all I wanted to know was if Christy was out there. I stood up from the bed right as I saw her walk in and I felt like someone knocked the breath out of me when I saw the look on her face and the pistol she was holding in her hands, pointed straight at Amy.

"You stupid bitch! You shot me!"

"No shit!" Christy screamed, standing above her with the gun pointed towards her head. I had never heard her sound so pissed off. "Did you think I'd actually let you win?"

"Fuck you," Amy spat at her in a shaky voice.

"No, fuck you. You psychotic piece of shit."

"You have everything! You've always had everything! It's not fair!" Amy screamed through her tears sounding like a fucking 15 year old.

"I have everything? What the fuck are you talking about? My parents are dead, Amy. Not that it matters now because he ended up being a total piece of shit but you also stole the man I loved. I lost my parents, my best friend and my fiancé' in less than a month. I had no one!"

"Oh shut up!" Amy yelled. "You have so much money and your little bar and everyone loves you."

Christy laughed but it was a humorless, scary, psycho sounding laugh. I was honestly a bit afraid of her at this point. "Me having money and a bar is supposed to make up for the fact that I was alone in the world? Without Rob I have no one!"

"Exactly," she responded, the word dripping with disdain.

I saw Christy's fingers move and heard the familiar clicking noise of the gun. "Rot in hell you fucking-"

"Christy, stop!" I looked up to see one of the LA detectives standing in the doorway with his gun pointed towards her.

"Put the gun down! She's not the threat here!" I yelled at the cop. Seeing that gun pointed at her was fucking terrifying.

"Christy, put the gun down. You don't want to do this," he told her, ignoring me and speaking slowly and softly. It felt like we were suddenly thrown into some crazy action film but sadly this was real and I was freaking the fuck out.

I looked at Christy and her eyes were fixated on Amy. It was scary how calm she was. Her hands weren't even shaking. She looked completely zoned out and determined which terrified me. I wasn't worried about Amy's wellbeing at all but I knew that if Christy killed Amy, it would seriously fuck with her head.

"Baby," I spoke and she jumped slightly but didn't look my way. "You don't want to do this."

"Yes. I do."

"No, you don't," I stepped slowly towards her as I spoke. "She's not worth it. You'll go through hell if you kill her."

"If I kill her then she's out of our lives for good, Rob!" she yelled, her voice shaking.

"She's going to be going to jail for a long, long time, Christy. If you put the gun down now you don't have to worry about any of this anymore," the detective told her, his eyes darting back and forth from her to me.

"Christy, you're better than this," I whispered. I was close enough to touch her but I didn't want to startle her since the gun was still pointed at Amy's head. Amy was just staring up at her silently other than sniffling because of crying. Blood was pooling under her on the floor from the gunshot wound.

Somewhere in the back of my mind the childish part of me wanted to laugh and say 'Now you know it is feels, bitch'.

"I'm going to touch you," I told her as I reached my hand out for her arm from behind her. I heard a weird sort of whimper leave her lips right before my fingers wrapped around her wrist. As soon as I touched her she dropped her hands and the cops barged in the door. One of them approached Christy slowly.

"I'm going to take your gun," he told her and she nodded. He reached towards her slowly and took the gun from her hand.

She turned around to face me and threw her arms around my shoulders right as a loud sob escaped her lips. She crushed her body against mine and gripped onto me like her life depended on it. I could feel her whole body trembling against mine and it hurt like fuck for her to be pressed against me but I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around her and held the back of her head as she cried with her face pressed against my neck.

"Shhh. It's all over now. It's okay," I whispered in her ear.

Christy's P.O.V.

Detective Lambert walked into the small office I was sitting in and shut the door behind him. I shifted in my seat and crossed my legs as he walked around and sat at his desk.

"I wanted to question you about this in here instead of an interrogation room because when we were at the hospital and I told you that you wouldn't have to deal with this anymore, I lied. I knew I would have to question you about what happened tonight but I am questioning you in here instead of one of those cold, intimidating rooms because you won't be punished for anything and I am not lying about that."

"I appreciate that. Thank you," I told him, my voice sounding hoarse and weak. I was so tired. I just wanted to be in a bed next to Rob and get some decent sleep. I was mentally and physically done.

Detective put on his glasses and reached over to press a button on a recorder he'd sat on the desk between us before opening a file. He looked to be around the same age as Rob's Dad. He was very nice from what I had experienced. I was just glad he hadn't shot me at the hospital earlier.

"Christy, tell me what happened tonight that lead to the events that took place in Robert's hospital room."

I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through my hair. "Rob had gotten a dose of pain medication and fallen asleep at around 5. After that I talked to our friend Kristen on the computer for a while and when we got offline I was a little tired myself so I made my bed on the couch and lay down to read a book. I guess I drifted off because my phone vibrating on the couch next to me woke me up at about 7:30. It was a call from a number I didn't recognize but I answered it anyway."

I paused and swallowed hard as I remembered it. "I answered and before I finished saying hello, Amy started talking. She told me that she wished she would have paid attention when her Dad taught her how to shot a gun because she'd been aiming for Rob's heart. I started to respond but she cut me off and told me that she wouldn't fuck up the next time."

The detective wrote something down in the file and looked up at me again. "Go on."

"She told me that if she was lucky enough she'd take me down too and I freaked out. I stood up and was going to walk out of the room but for some reason, and I really can't tell you what made me do it; I walked back in and grabbed the pistol from my purse. I walked out of Rob's room and into the hallway and I started asking her why the hell she was doing this to me because I honestly had never done anything wrong to her. It's something I have never been able to wrap my head around."

"The fact that she's targeted you?"

"Yes," I nodded. "We were very close when we were younger. What ended our friendship was her getting with Jared. If I had done anything wrong to her I would own up to it. I would at least be able to say I deserved something bad. But there's nothing," I sighed. "Anyway, I started to walk further away from Rob's room because the security guard sitting outside the door was looking at me like I was nuts but all of the sudden I heard her talking through the phone and somewhere near me in person. I turned towards my right and there she was walking down the hall straight towards me. She raised her hand up and she was pointing the gun at me."

"And what did the guard do?" he asked.

"He stood up and pulled his gun but Amy walked up and pressed the barrel against my head. She told him to drop the gun or she was going to blow my head off. I told him to drop it and he did. Then she told him if he didn't get out of her sight that she was going to blow my head off and he started walking away."

I closed my eyes for a second and wished I could somehow erase the feeling of the coldness of the barrel of the gun when she tapped my temple with it. "She started spouting cocky bullshit around that time. She was saying that she'd finally won and that there was nothing I could do about it. She was going to finish what she started and make sure no one would be able to save Rob. She started moving towards his door and I knew what I had to do."

"Where was the gun that you had?" he asked.

"It was in the back of my pants tucked into my underwear, actually. My t-shirt covered it. She had no idea it was on me because my back hadn't been to her when she approached me. I pulled the gun and ran towards her. I guess she panicked because she just sort of swatted her arms at me and I pushed her as hard as I could so she fell backwards and hit Rob's hospital room door."

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. My head was absolutely killing me. "I stepped back and pointed the gun at her. She scrambled back to her feet and she said something to me. I can't remember what it was because it made me go into one of those blind rages. I saw her open the door to Rob's room and turn to walk in with the gun aimed and I just snapped. I pulled the trigger."

"Where were you aiming when you shot?"

"I don't really know," I answered honestly. "I just knew I had to do something before she shot Rob. When she hit the floor I walked into the room with the gun still pointed at her. We screamed at each other about some stuff. She was saying things about how it wasn't fair that I had everything. I called her a psychotic bitch. You guys showed up after that."

He nodded and we sat in silence as he wrote something down in the file. He reached over and pressed the button on the recorder to turn it off. "Thanks for doing this. I know you're exhausted," he said as he shut the folder. "You'll have to testify during the trial."

I nodded. "Yeah, I figured. Has she even confessed?"

"I'm not sure yet," he sighed. "She's still at the hospital."

Fuck. I completely forgot about that. "Hold up. She'll be staying in the same hospital as Rob?"

"She is literally handcuffed to the bed and there is a guard outside her door. She won't get near him."

I took a deep breath to calm myself and nodded. "Okay good."

"I'll get one of the officers to drive you wherever you need to go."

"I want to go back to the hospital," I responded quickly. I just wanted to be back with Rob.

Half an hour later I was very quietly making my way into Rob's room. The lights were all off except for the tv. I couldn't see him very well so I didn't know if he was awake or not until-

"Baby?"

"Hey," I forced a smiled as I sat my bag down on the floor and made my way over to the bed. He didn't say anything. He just scooted to the side as much as he could before patting the empty spot on the bed next to him. I crawled onto the bed and lay on my side. I knew it probably wasn't a good idea to be lying in bed with him since he was injured but the selfish part of me that was completely traumatized by the events of the past few days didn't care.

He wrapped his arm around to my back and I looked up at him to see that concentrated look he got on his face when he was thinking hard about something.

"I'm not sure I even know what to say to you," he said softly, his eyes seeming to search mine for something.

I took a deep breath and sighed. "I don't know what anyone could say. I'm just glad we're both still here."

"You probably saved my life, you know?"

I smiled a real smile up at him. "There's no way in hell I was going to let that bitch get near you."

"When the hell did you even get a gun?"

I laughed. "Alex gave it to me the night we got here. He said you could never be too careful."

"Remind me to give that guy something awesome."

"A car," I grinned.

He smiled and tilted his head as he stared at me for a second, his smile giving way to a serious expression before speaking again. "Were you really going to kill her?"

I thought about that very hard. I was out of the situation now and had calmed down. The rage I felt her was still there but it was nothing like it had been when I knew she was so close to taking the man I love from me forever. "In that moment I think I was but I'm glad you stopped me."

"I know you and I know that you hate her and that's fine. But you've got too big of a heart to take anyone's life without being tortured by it forever."

I nodded. "You're right about that. I don't regret shooting her though. I hope it hurt like hell."

"Trust me. It did," he smiled. "It seems stupid to ask but are you alright?"

I reached up and rubbed my fingers along the beard that was growing along his jaw from not being able to shave in a few days. "I am now."