Rhythm collapsed on the floor, blood pouring out of her side. She gasped for breath, feeling the searing pain in her right hip graze the floor. Darn them, I didn't realise they'd come back. she thought. She lay down properly, hoping that the pin would be over soon.

M entered into the sanctuary calmly dressed up readily as if he was going to a cathedral or any other churches. In one hand was a brief case while in the other stayed in his pocket. Looking up the aisle he saw rhytm thriving and the gash in her side lead blood wholesomely. "You got careless didn't you he asked?" putting his brief case to reveal a first aid kit in the bag. "Mind if I take a look?" he asked respectively.

She looked at him, frowning. "Fine. I got careless, I knew I shouldn't have gone out again." She looked at her side, as if it were the problem, and not the people who had caused it.

M kneeled down in his freshly cleab and pressed suit, lifting her shirt to see the gash only he snickered a bit. "Well I have some good news and bad news. The good news is I can fix this and you won't die. The bad news is you have so many curves I guy may take advantage of you if given the chance." he smiled at her and took from his case a needle thread, antiseptic, and a towel which he pressed to rhythm's side.

"Do remember I can still kick you from here, even in pain. Maybe taking advantage isn't the best idea." She laughed.

"I didn't mean me." he said beginning to put the antiseptic on the clean parts of the towel and dabbing her sides after the bleeding had begun to stop. From there he started stitching her up. "You should have been less careless."

"I know you didn't. I was referring to the statement." she said. "Maybe, or maybe my parents should have been less violent."

"Wait your parents?" he asked curiously making a kind of uh oh face. "Where they the two individuals who ran outside?" he asked very politely praying they weren't.

"Possibly. I don't exactly keep tabs on them," she said. "Who would want to?"

"If they were your parents the two who ran outside we really shouldn't take the front door outside." he said uncomfortably with a clear tone.

"Probably not. But then again their rage has probably died down now."

"Oh you could say something died." he replied with a akward smile and chuckle picking up rhythm from the floor and propping her up right on a pew.

"I'm not dead yet. I've been through worse. I'll live." She sighed. "Trust me. I always do."

"Well you don't seem to happy I bandaged you up." he said gridding his teeth clapping his hands. "Guess this makes things akward, usually people say thank you but if you didn't want to be saved this makes things really weird."

"Don't get me wrong, I'd rather be bandaged up than as I was before. I just have a lot of things to think about."