Ian awoke in a baby-blue colored room, in a comfortable bed, with a somehow peaceful silence hanging in the air. He sat up in his bed and began wondering what he was doing in such a wonderful place. All of a sudden, he remembered everything about the shot, and Anthony being there. "So this is the place he was talking about," He said aloud.

Soon a ( Read more... )

Anthony was breathing heavily, as reality struck him. Ian was crazy. Ian was.... Ian. Anthony could no longer hold this thought on his own. Who didn't know? Peter! He would tell Peter. But first, he had to face Ian. He took shaky steps twords Ian's door. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9- Bang! He ran his head straight into the door.

"Well," Anthony said ( Read more... )

Anthony stepped out of the elevator, and shakily began walking twords Ian's room. He slowly opened the door. He was relieived to see that Ian was awake, but surprized to see that there were an abundance of doctors surounding him. When he opened the door, they all turned and looked at him ( Read more... )

A call was made early in the morning, for Anthonys girlfriend to pick him up. Kael, when she got there, seemed really concerned for Anthony, maybe a little over-concerned, considering that he was fine, aside from some scarring on the side of his face. She was being gentle with his feelings, mostly. Even her occasional mean joke here and there were ( Read more... )

Ian was having fitful dreams the whole night, which seemed to have lasted forever. He had dreams about Anthony dying, him dying, and some rather strange sexual ones mixed in here and there. One dream after another, and he was starting to think that he was never going to wake up. This dream, along with a few others, made little sense, because he ( Read more... )

            Ian began to shake uncontrollably at the nurse's words. "No! You can't let him die! Please! Please...." His words had faded into a whisper, as he realized that all of this mess was his fault. This feeling hit him in full, and he screamed loudly, "No! Anthony! I won't let you die for my stupidity ( Read more... )

            "What?" Ian questioned. "Anthony's alive?"

"Yes, he is, and as he puts it, you are his best friend," One of the men calmly said.

"Yeah, he is, we've been best friends since the 6th grade," Ian replied.

The man's voice was rising now as he barked back, "Then, sir, could you please tell me why it is that ( Read more... )

            "What! Ian is in the hospital?", Anthony yelled, "I need to see him!"

"I'm afraid that won't be allowed. You're too injured, and so is he. Also, he will later be questioned. We'll see if you can see him in a couple of weeks."

"NO! I NEED TO SEE HIM NOW! HE IS MY BEST FRIEND!", Anthony began to struggle against all ( Read more... )

            There was something bothering Ian, something besides, of course, that he had possibly killed his best friend. He had left Anthony out there, in the wilderness, so if he wasn't already dead, he sure as hell was soon to be. Ian had to go back out there, and he knew it ( Read more... )

            Ian sat motionlessly on the floor, against his bedroom wall, shivering. The pain enveloped him once again, forcing him to fight back a wave of salty tears, as the image, once again, forced its way back into his memory ( Read more... )