Okay so I'm committed to finishing this story. I want a lot of things to happen and I'm trying to put it all together in my head. Thank you all for the support and the reviews really do help me out. Thank you so much and enjoy! 3

From the moment Marshall left till now I couldn't stop picturing his deep blue eyes. The way they looked at me when he left... his hurting. After what happened, I had to drag Chase all the way the lobby of the Lookout until I ran into Ryder who had just come back from a meeting with the mayor. Riding to the hospital was hard. It brought back bad memories from what happened to Marshall. Those blue eyes keep popping into my memory. Marshall... Looking at Chase, I feel just as helpless as I did that day. The memories flood my mind as I go back into that burning building. My heart races as I can feel the blisters forming on my paws from the cinders of flaming debris. The tears roll down my eyes as I look around searching for him. I know that when I find him I'll lose it, but I have to look for him. My breaths begin to shorten as I hear the all-too familiar beams crash down behind me. I'm mortified to turn around. I can feel it slipping. The light from the flames grow hotter and brighter the farther I turn around. For what seemed like an eternity I finally saw the pile of beams. There's something under it. STOP. No...no stop it hurts too much. I don't want to see this anymore...I thought I was over this... My body is moving on it's own now. A faint ringing in my ear is heard the closer I walk towards the beams. The smell of searing skin and burning hair lingers in the heavy air which is too heavy to breathe at this point. Getting closer I can make out an arm and a white paw. ...no... The ringing grows louder as the beam is moved and more of the figure is shown. ...STOP... The pool of blood under the figure is now visible...I CAN'T...STOP... PLEASE... As the figure becomes more visible from the beam's movement, the ringing become so loud I lose my thought and watch in horror and my nightmare is played before me...please...

"Rocky?" Ryder says placing a hand on the shaken dog.

Rocky snapping back to reality as he realizes he is in a hospital room with a doctor and nurses ready with a defibrillator.

"What- What's wrong..." Rocky says confused at first "Where's Marshall!" Rocky scream frantically trying to move from the bed. "Rocky calm down!" Ryder says trying to restrain him. Rocky looks around and comes to his senses about what has happened. "Chase...where's Chase..." Rocky says shifting his tone to a worried state. "He'll be fine" One of the doctors emerges from the crowd" Some pretty bad cuts and bruises, a strained ACL, and a minor concussion but nothing too life-threatening." Rocky let out a sigh after he heard those words. The doctor continued "You my friend, however, did give us quite the scare." The doctor said motioning to the heart monitor. "You went into shock. By the time you got to the hospital your heart rate was skyrocketing with no end in sight until it eventually stopped."

"Can I see him?" Rocky responded unfazed by what the doctor has told him.

"Not yet. He still hasn't woken up from the trauma, and we still need to make sure you're okay." The doctor said while jotting things down on his chart.

"...When can I see him then!" Rocky said more aggressively

"Rocky you need to wait." Ryder responded firmly causing Rocky to shift. "You can't help anyone if you don't help yourself first." Ryder said walking off.

Rocky never saw this side of Ryder before. Yea he was mad before in the past when we used to get into trouble but nothing like this.

The doctor sighed." You can be out of here in a couple of hours. I know you care about your friend, but like he said. Focus on getting better right now. We'll let you see him if everything looks good to go." The doctor said exiting the room.

The hours that passed felt like millenniums. I couldn't stop thinking about the fight. The questions that kept popping up in my head. What's Chase feeling right now? What happened to Marshall? Does he hate me now? Did I lose my best friend? I hope Marshall's okay. I'm a horrible person...those blue eyes... I get lost in the thought of them till a nurse enters the room to check my vitals for the last time. " Okay Rocky! You're good to go. Your friend is down the hall to the left, second to the last door to the ri-" Before she finishes, I'm already on my way out the door running towards Chase's room. Running down the hallway, I feel a sharp pain and notice that the bandages covering my shoulder begin to catch a little bit of blood. That doesn't stop my pace, however. I can finally see Chase's room. Stopping at the entrance I pause to catch my breath. The door is closed and the lights are off...those blue eyes... The thought snaps me back as I carefully open the door as to not wake Chase. Peering in, I see the German Shepard sitting up on his bed staring out into the ocean from his 3rd floor hospital window. His silhouette from the orange glow of the setting sun shows the definition of his muscles covered by bandages. Its apparent that Skye has been here. Flowers and balloons adorn the table side next to his bed. The light from the hallway catches his attention shifting his gaze towards me. The way the sun catches his body is beautiful. His eyes reflect the sun's warmth emitting a beautiful shade of brown unlike any I have seen before. My ears drop as butterflies begin to swarm in my stomach at the sight.

"...Rocky...is that you?" Chase says with a slight lean in his head.

"...Y-yea" Rocky responds averting his eyes from the German Shepard.

Rocky walks through the door shutting it on his way in and approaches the hospital bed. Upon closer inspection, Chase's injuries come into better view. There's a head wrap around the dog that covers his left ear. Bandages cover much of his body. the most apparent one is a large bandage on his chest that runs along his sternum. A cast is on his right leg causing him to sit in an awkward position. Rocky props the front half of his body on the foot of the bed taking comfort in the German Sheppard's warm eyes.

"How are you feeling?" Rocky says breaking the silence, realizing he had been staring at Chase.

"What me?" Chase says beating his chest lightly causing him to flinch from the pain. "Th-this is nothing" He says putting on a less than convincing smile making us both chuckle.

I jump up on the bed and sit directly in front of Chase. Up until now I never realized how large of a dog he was. Sitting up in front of him, He had a complete head over me, and he was at least double my weight but all of it was muscle. It never came to mind until now but I'd be pretty scared if I was Marshall in that fight. The large bandage covering his chest catches my attention. My paw instinctively goes to touch the bandage, but I catch myself just in time as to not hurt Chase. The German Shepard notices my movement and catches my paw before I put it back, placing it on his chest in an area that isn't covered much by the bandage. His light brown fur is so soft, and I can feel his heartbeat. "...Does it hurt?" I say looking back up at the German Shepard dropping my ears even lower. "A little, but they've got me on pain killers so it's manageable." Chase responds trying to comfort me. My eyes begin to well up with tears. I can't help but to feel guilty. " I-I'm sorry..." I say averting my eyes trying to recollect myself.

"Hey. Don't be sorry." Chase says using his paw to bring Rocky's gaze back towards his. "I didn't do anything that I didn't want to do."

"Yea but you got hurt because of me. I-" Before Rocky could finish Chase had wrapped his arms around the mixed breed and pulled him close to his chest calming Rocky down.

I couldn't speak. I tried many times, but every time I would open my mouth the words wouldn't form. The way he held stopped my tears. His fur was so warm and soft. If he would let me I could stay like that forever. He wrapped his arm around my lower half and brought me closer to him, lying us both down on the hospital bed.

"I did those things because I truly care about you, Rocky." Chase said looking down at me with compassionate eyes.

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't say anything even if I tried. before I could respond his paw had already found my head. He petted my head causing me to get lost in my thoughts. I buried my head deeper into his chest taking comfort in his presence. His breaths got longer and deeper as we both drifted off into sleep. The last thing I could remember from that night was how Chase's hold reminded me of Marshall.

I hope you're alright Marshall...Wherever you are...those blue eyes...

Okay. This was a different kind of chapter compared to the rest at least I think. I kind of want to go into depth on the reason why Rocky is infatuated with Chase because there should be a damn good reason as to why he did that to Marshall, but then again. Gotta put these thoughts to paper...or docs. xD Anyways thank you guys so much. Please R/R and i love you! 3 Have a good weekend!