Harry's POV

I watched Sadie from the booth. She and Big Ben had just started a fight, and the crowd was eating it up. He'd gotten n a few good hits on her, mostly aiming for her stomach, whereas she had given him a beating. I'm not sure how he was still up. I looked toward Ted, asking him a question, and I heard the crowd make various noises of disapproval.
"And Hawkwing is down!" Ted said into the microphone, worry laced his face. I whirled around to find her curled up on the mats, her wrist curled in an odd way. I tapped Him on the shoulder.
"Call time out. Call time out!"
"A time out has been called!" I raced down the stairs and jumped in the ring, Sadie was limp in my arms. I carried her to her room, putting her down in the shower bath. She began to cough up blood.
"I'm taking this one for you." I watched her writhe around in the tub.
"No! He's mine!" she moaned.
"No, he beat you up. I'll take him while you stay here." She started to protest but instead coughed harder. After about five minutes I won, and she laid in the tub, breathing heavily.
"Good luck Harry. Thank you." She said quietly, blood caked on her body.
"Yeah. He stands no chance." I raced out to the ring and jumped in.
"Seems we have a substitution! STYLES!" Ted yelled. Big Ben looked at me.
"Pretty girl call it quits?" He shrugged. "You'll be good enough." The bell rang and I was on him like mustard on a hot-dog. With in two minutes I won.

"Did you win?" She asked while in the shower. I sat on the toilet, holding her towel.
"Yeah. Within one minute He was down."
"Nice." She laughed weakly.
"I'm taking you home tonight, we'll come back and get your car tomorrow."
"Kay." Her hand landed on the foggy glass, blood streaming down from her fingers.
"Sadie?" I asked, panicked.
"I'm OK, just slipped." She turned the water off, reaching a hand around for the towel. I looked at her pink hand, stained with blood, and handed it to her.
"I'll be outside." I stood and walked outside her room. Ted stood out there as well.
"Here. Give this too her." He handed me a big black bag.
"What is it?"
"Heavy." He dropped the handles in my hand, knocking me off balance.
"Noted."
"It's her pay, and notes." He walked away. "You take good care of her Styles. She's been through a lot." She door opened, and she came out, looking tired and beat.
"Ted, I told you I never want one of those!" She was limping.
"One of what?"
"Nothing. Lets go..." She started ahead of me, but I ended up lifting her up and carrying her with one arm. Her head fell against my chest, and she craddled her wrist.
"Are you OK?" I asked, helping her in my car.
"No, but I will be."