Not All Outlaws Are Bad

Lyra's POV
I woke up in the hospital... again. I looked down to find bandages around both my wrists and smiled when I remembered Ashley taking off his shirt to try to save me. Then the smile faded. "Why couldn't you just let me die?" I asked, sensing someone in the room with me. I looked over to find Ashley sitting in a chair, looking like he was asleep.
He looked up, proving me wrong. "How can you even say that?" He asked, his face tearstained and his war paint smeared all over. I turned my head, finding the ceiling very interesting all of a sudden.
"I have no parents, no place to go, and my sister probably hates me for getting Mom stuck in jail." I felt something cold slowly travel down my cheeks and realized that I was crying. Izzy meant everything to me.
Ashley stood up and slowly walked over to the bed, sitting beside me and rubbing my back as he sang to me. I listened contentedly as his voice washed over me, murmuring the lyrics to Ritual. He had literally saved my life by singing In The End. Maybe now he could heal me.

Izzy's POV
I paced anxiously outside the door to Lyra's room. She had been here for more than four hours, and I hadn't sat down once. I was tired, but if I stopped moving, I would have to face the fact that she might not wake up this time. I couldn't deal with that. I was only thirteen, but I knew exactly what cutting an artery could do to someone. I had every graphic detail permanently scarred into my memory. First, they would feel fine, and then dizzy. Their head would start to pound. Then they would realize what a mistake that they had made, but by then they would be too weak to do anything about it. They would see black spots swim across their vision, and they would slip into unconsciousness and then their life would be over. Unless, of course, someone, like Ashley, saved them.
l had been saved by Diana's big brother, River. He had never told anyone, not even Lyra, who he had a giant crush on, and neither had I. He had found me lying in his bathroom with my wrists cut. Lyra and Diana had been out clubbing or whatever, so I had thought that I was safe. But he had saved me, making me swear on Lyra's life that I would never cut myself again. Lyra still didn't know. I had kept my promise, but if I lost my big sister, it was over. I had to tell her and the guys. I just hoped that they wouldn't hate me.

Andy's POV
Izzy was rubbing her wrists frantically. She probably didn't even know what she was doing. The action worried me, because it looked like she was trying to scrub off a past memory. I stood up and walked over to her. I pulled her aside and knelt down so we could see eye to eye. "What's wrong?" I grabbed her wrists, which were bright red. The color made the thin white scars stand out drastically. I sucked in a breath sharply. There were jagged lines on her wrists, right where the arteries were, but none of them were new.
She turned her pained expression to one of sorrow. "She can't leave me!" She covered her face with her hands. I wrapped my long arms around her.
"You know that I have to tell them, right?" She nodded against my shoulder and hiccuped. I stood up and took her to Jinxx. "Don't let her anywhere near anything sharp." I said quietly. I stared pointedly at her wrists, and he nodded sadly.
I walked into the room and saw Ashley holding Lyra and singing. The look on his face was one I had never seen before. He was in love. I let him finish, clearing my throat when he was done. I took a deep breath.
"Izzy cuts."

Notes

I know that this chapter sucks, but it's almost midnight and I'm tired.