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Once I walked through those doors with Batcoon still in my hoodie, all the guys were here with worried expressions. Then there eyes landed on my body and got up quick. Craig and Lui went to call the nurse but I just stood there looking for Brock.

"Where's Brock?" I asked but they just stare at me in shock. "You asshole! The only thing you care is about Brock, but you're fucking bleeding from your leg!" Tyler yelled at me right before the nurses came in running with a wheelchair for me.

Tyler forced me to sit down on it and they took me away, heading towards some room. We walked passed Evan room, seeing the door slightly open. My eyes widened when I saw Brock speaking to Evan who had tears sliding down his beautiful face.

"Sir, please stay seated."

Batcoon woke up just in time, seeing me look back at Evan. So he got out of my hoodie and headed towards him. This bitches forcefully strapped me onto the chair, preventing me from getting up. So they took me to room that contained sharp tools and bright lights on the ceiling almost like in Brock's room.

He uses that room when one of us get badly hurt. He actually does double work by killing people and saving our lives. I still remember that one time that David got shot in the shoulder and Brock just joked around by poking the wound repeatedly with his gloved up finger while David just cried in pain.

Hours went by fast which I didn't even notice until I realized that I was sitting on a different wheelchair that was really comfortable. There was cast around my leg and had bandages wrapped around my pale body.

TIME TO SEE MY BABY!!!

I tried my best to roll off, but a pair of hands grabbed the handles on the chair, keeping me in place. "Where do you think you're going Del?" Craig told me as he kept firm grip on the handles.

"To see my boyfriend!! Now let go off me!!" I shook the chair with a pissed off look. "Nope! Because someone else preferred to come here to see you." Craig told me, causing me to get confused. "Who?"

The door opened slightly seeing Brock peak in slowly and showed me a smile. "Why hello boss, how are you feeling?" Brock asked me as he walked in with the door slightly ajar. "Bad because Craig here it's not letting me go see Evan." I crossed my arms with a pout which made them chuckle.

"Well, wait here and I'll be back with a surprise." Brock told me as he walked out the room. "Let go off me Mini! I will whoop your ass if you don't!" I threaten him but he just kept hold of me.

"Don't make me get the fuck up! I'm gonna count to three." Mini chuckled and put the small breaks on the wheels and sat down next to me. "Not fair! I can't reach!!" I complained, trying to reach the breaks. "Fuck you!"

The door opened again seeing Brock help a very special and hot boy walk in. His brown eyes looked down at mine, which lighten up of happiness.

"Jon...Jon you're okay!" He wobbled his way towards me fast which almost worried Brock. His lips curved up into a wide smile, wrapping his arms around my body. "I thought you died ever since that deer came out of nowhere and caused the car to flip." He told me which surprised me.

"Wait what? I'm confused..."

"When I was in a coma, my soul was out there by your side. Watching over you." He told me with a slight chuckle. I rolled my eyes and pulled him close to me. "All that matters to me is that your awake Evan." I said, pulling him into a kiss.

We stayed like this for a while until we heard a small squeaking sound underneath us. I look down and saw Batcoon staring up at us from my lap. "I was wondering where you went." We all chuckled as it flipped back on my thighs.

Me and Evan stared back at each other and smiled, leaning in. The started to make out passionately with the guys staring at us with smiles on their faces.

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It's been weeks and Jon is better than ever, always carrying me around as if I was something special, even though his ankle is still recovering. He also managed to recover some of his stuff that were destroyed in the flames of his car. Lastly, the crew are trying their best to raise the baby raccoon that keeps eating Lui's gummy worms.

"Oh Mrs. Fong. How may I help you?" Craig asked her politely with a slight smile as he leaned against the doorframe. "Oh I'm here to talk with my son. It's really important." She told him with a blank expression.

Without my dad, she is emotionless and empty. I got that same problem too, but I can still feel a bit of emotion like anger or insanity.

"Hold on a sec. EVAN!! Let go of those bombs and come over here!!" Craig called out while I was busy putting gun powered in a rocket that I was creating. I finally have role in this crew which is making bomb. What can I say, I like to explode stuff more than shoot people.

"Coming!!" I yelled back as I ran to the front door with a wide smile. "Yes~" I sang which made him roll his eyes point at my mom that showed a serious expression. "Oh hey mom, what's wrong?" I asked her, seeing Craig walk away.

"It's about Night Club...people there want you to be their new boss." She told me as she held my hands and tried her best to smiled slightly, which she succeeded.

"Boss...but...I'm not good at being a boss. By the way, I'm already part of this gang. They are like a family to me." I told her, looking back at the guys that were joking around and playing Mario Kart. "But, we can be your allies." I said, looking back at her with a smile.

Her smiled never faded and kiss the top of my hand, softly. "Evan! Is this thing supposed to be blinking?" Tyler walked in holding one of the C4s that I just made three days ago.

"Shit!! Tyler let go of th-" It exploded in his hand, painting everyone with gun powder and ash. I blinked a couple of times seeing everyone glare at me. "EVAN!!!" I smiled with, showing my pearly white teeth at them. "Oops forgot to shut it off." I said with a cheeky grin.