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She cried into his chest, shaking her head. It wasn't real THIS wasn't real, she was determined to make herself believe that. Jace looked up and started crawling towards the door
 
Finn looked over at Jace, and narrowed his eyes, before standing up, and kicking him in the head to knock him out, before digging into his pocket and pulling out his phone. He called 911, and when they answered he told them the address before hanging up.
 
"don't tell them... about, me" she pleaded. She was, embarrassed to say the least, ashamed of herself really. "I don't blame you if you don't love me anymore" she said. It was true, she wouldn't blame him, she would understand.
 
"I have to tell them. You can't stop me." He says, seriously, before grabbing her arm and walking into her apartment, shutting the door. "You know that love is a thing that just doesn't go away, right? You know that?"
 
"no" she shook her head. "I'll just leave" she insisted, taking her arm back and walking, turning around to him and shrugged. "no one's ever truly loved me before, I don't know how it all works" she said before walking towards the door
 
Finn walks over to her and pushes her against the wall, it was rough but not so rough that it would hurt her. "I. Love. You. It doesn't stop, it doesn't go away, you've done NOTHING wrong."
 
She shook her head. "It was MY fault, I got involved with him, I put myself in the position, I'm disgusting, and ashamed" she said looking down
 
"You can't help what he did to you! Stop blaming yourself and get a grip!" He yells, though not too loud. "Get a grip and realise that you are NOT disgusting, stop crying over him because he is nothing!"
 
She looked down. "You don't understand, I can't help it" she said quietly. "please let me go" she said struggling against his grip.
 
"it's okay" she said quietly, "I know you'd never try to hurt me" she said kissing him on the cheek and walking out the door, but the ambulance was already there, her eyes widened. As they came up. They looked at Emily's badly bruised face and body, then at Finn suspiciously. "what happened here?"
 
Finn looks down at Emily, feeling bad for what he was about to do. "I'm sorry Em.." He quickly turns to them, and explains the situation with Jace. He knew he'd get into trouble for hurting him like that, but he didn't care.
 
She shook her head with wide eyes, and punched him in the chest. They looked at her and loaded her up in the ambulance as well. They let Finn sit beside her, too bad she was too close to Jace. She grabbed Finn's hand on the way there.
 
Finn removed her hand from her grasp with a sharp gasp, and examined his fingers. Broken. As was expected, really. He looks at her apologetically, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
 
She gasped, "oh my God, I'm so sorry" she said. She didn't even think about it. She was mad at him but she knew he was just doing hat was best for her. When they reached the hospital Jace went to the ICU and Emily was out in a basic room, to make sure she was okay.
 
Finn was taken to a basic room, and patched up there. They wrapped up his hand, and put his nose back into position, before putting a bandage around his chest. When he had been fighting off those guys, they had broken one of his ribs, and he hadn't felt the pain until now.
 
The doctors gave him some pain killer, Emily and Finn were in the same room thank god, they ran some tests on her gave her some pain killers, and bandaged her up. After a few hours, they gave Emily and Finn a break, and brought in some lunch. She waited until the nurses left and pushed it away
 
Finn was already eating his, ignoring the discomfort of his ribs, as he sat in the room with Emily, shirtless and covered in bandages. "You need to eat, Em." He says to her, from the other side of the room. Now that he wasn't on an adrenaline rush, he really didn't want to move, the pain too excruciating every time he breathed.
 
"I'm not hungry" she said, "I spent the last year being told I was fat" but she wasn't she was 115 pounds, but mental abuse can do a lot
 
"Well you're not. And who cares? A number doesn't define who you are as a person. My mums fat but she's a great person and I don't care about her weight, you're not fat and even if you were I'd still love you." He says, raising his eyebrows. He pushes himself off the bed, grimacing at the pain.
 
"No." He says, in regard to her telling him to sit down. He walks over to her awkwardly, before sitting on her bed with her, his face scrunched up at the movement, and his body tense. "You're not going on a diet. I won't let you." He says picking up the plate of food, "eat it," he says, putting some on the fork, and putting it near her mouth like she was a baby, "for me?"
 
"you're in pain, lay back down!" she said. "excuse me? You can't tell me what to do! It's MY body Finn" she said slapping away the plate.
 
"I can stop you from dying!" He yells back at her, before shutting his eyes and pushing the plate onto the floor, he was easily angered, and today had really tested his patience. He stands up again, still in pain, and walks back over to his bed, laying down on it and looking away from her.
 
She crossed her arms as he laid back down on the bed.. she had an idea. "if I eat a little will you be happy?" she asked. She took a bite of her food. "there!" she said angrily.
 

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