Blaze gasped softly as Chris grabbed a hold of her hand and pulled her down the alleyway, the ice making her slip and slide behind him. But he was strong enough to keep her as well as himself upright. Glancing over her shoulder, they had just disappeared into the alleyway when the police car came to a halt beside the badly beaten boys. Blaze could just see the boys crying to the police as the two men quickly got out of their car.<span style="font-style: italic">This wont be good..I hope no one noticed..</span>she thought to herself, worry clear by the expression on her face. As Chris held open the door to the abandoned theater for her, she brushed past him lightly and squeezed inside.<br/><br/>Flinching as one of the drunken men stumbled past her, Blaze still had a few bruises on her sides and belly from one of them attacking her earlier that evening, but Chris hadn't been with her because he had some afternoon pick-pocketing to do. Chris hadn't wanted to leave her behind but she had been feeling sick the last couple of days and he hadn't wanted to make it worse. She knew she shouldn't have left the room but the men, women, and older kids had food.... and well she had been starving for something to eat even if the food never stayed down long. But as Blaze had edged closer, one of the men turned to pick up his portion of food only to see Blaze scarfing it down quickly.<br/><br/>Blaze was snapped out of her memory, just as the man had lunged for her, when Chris gently nudged her towards the stairs. As they entered the room, Blaze shuffled her way over to the old full sized mattress they had lying in the corner of the cramped room. Moth eaten, old blankets were heaped up in a small piled on top of the bed with two lumpy pillows for them both at the top of the mattress. Before she could crawl onto the mattress, her attention was drawn to Chris as he turned on the water to wash away some blood from the cuts on his hands. Walking over to the bathroom, Blaze leaned on the doorframe and watched him for a moment then stepped in. Looking first up at his face then down at his hands, she slipped her cold hands underneath the water and took a gentle hold on one of his hands. â€œChwis you shoulda stopped. I was fines, they do that all de times,â€ she said quietly as her gentle hands carefully dabbed away the water and welling up blood with a ripped up, white hand towel. Not concerned about her own injuries as much as she was about Chrisâ€™s.<br/><br/>Ripping up a piece of thin cloth into a long strip, Blaze gently wrapped both of his hands up firmly so that they would be relatively safe from infection and the blood would stop welling up. The blood that had dried on her face so she wasnâ€™t too concerned about it. Looking out of the bathroom at the bag Chris had brought back with him, she smiled softly up at him. â€œSo whatâ€™d we get? You seemed vewy exzitedez,â€ she asked.