The intimacy of anger (Sal x Travis)

Surviving

Sal and his victims were found just minutes later. When the police arrived, they found what they first assumed were four bodies, but when it was discovered that one was still alive, he was quickly carted off to the hospital.

Sal woke up in a hospital bed, he had many nightmares like this before and that's what he was hoping this all was, but he knew it wasn't. no matter how badly he wanted it to be this was real and so were his mistakes. His hands were cuffed to the side of the bed and a nurse was sitting next to him not paying attention. When she finally noticed he had woken up she quickly said some sort of code into her walkie-talkie. Within minutes a detective was in the room to question him. He sat in the chair in the way a cop trying to pose as your friend would his legs apart and his elbows on his knees and hands clasped together.

When the detective first started talking Sal was too distracted trying to take in his surroundings. He could feel the bandages wrapped around his torso even though he couldn't move his gown to see him, not while his hands were cuffed. Then he noticed he didn't have his mask, he tried to cover his face but there wasn't much he could do so he settled for looking down and away from the others in the room. His hair was down so he tried to shake his head to get his hair in front of his face. He tried to sit up but the pain from his stab wounds immediately knocked him back down onto his back.

"You shouldn't move." Commented the nurse.

"Yeah, thanks," Sal responded sarcastically. After he spoke, he remembered everything that had happened, and he shot up even through the pain.

"Travis, where's Travis? Is he alive?"

"I can answer some of your questions if you answer some of mine." Said the detective, but Sal didn't trust that. He knew police could and would lie to suspects.

"I'm not going to tell you anything."

"You have to."

"No, I don't, and I'm not going to." The detective tried to question Sal and get something out of him, but Sal just kept repeating the words "No comment." until the detective got frustrated.

"What do you want? How can I get you to talk?" Sal turned to the detective staring him dead in the eyes despite not having his mask.

"I want my prosthetic and I want to talk to Todd."

"Todd? Who's Todd?" Asked the detective.

"Todd Morrison, he's my friend, and he's the only person I'll answer to." Sal asserted.

The detective was quiet for a moment before standing up. "I'll see what I can do." And with that, the officer left the room.

When he did Sal asked the nurse the time and date, it'd been 18 hours and he'd slept through it all. With the pain, Sal was in a few minutes felt like hours. Even though he had been asleep for almost a day, yet he was still so tired. Sleep was the only time he didn't have to feel the pain or think about what he'd done.

He tried to ask the nurse about Travis, but she must've been under orders not to tell him anything because she wouldn't answer his questions. They made small talk, but every time Sal tried to ask something important, he was ignored. After a few hours of tossing and turning in pain, he was given some more morphine. The feeling of the pain fading made him tired, so he laid back and fell asleep even though there was so much on his mind.

Sal had a vivid dream. He was in a white room, or at least he thought it was a room. There didn't seem to be any walls, so it was more of a white void. It was so bright and glowing all the white melted together until something in the distance broke it up. He approached the shape and the closer he got the more detailed it became. The purple dot slowly became a person sitting on the floor in a fetal position.

He ran over to Travis and tried to touch his shoulder but when he did Travis disappeared without a trace. He was all alone now, wandering through the void hoping he would find someone or something, but he never did. He had driven off the one good thing he had and now he was alone.

He woke up the next morning with a jolt causing the pain from his wounds to spike through him. He hissed and pain and laid back once again. Seeing him sit up the nurse said the same code from before into her walkie-talkie. The detective came back into the room hand Sal his mask, and with him was Todd.

"Can you two leave the room so I can talk to him in private?" Sal asked referring to the detective and nurse as he put his mask on.

"I can't leave you're Bluestar." Said the nurse.

"What does that mean?"

"It means your high risk for self-harm or suicide, you need to be monitored at all times by a professional." Sal didn't like this, but there was nothing he could do about it. The detective however did leave the room, so it was just Sal, Todd, and the nurse.

"Sal, why did you do it?" Todd asked. Sal looked up at him while he thought of what to say. 

"He was going to leave me, and I panicked."

"But why your father? Why Larry? How could you kill your own dad and your best friend?" Sal was shamed by this notion. Larry didn't have to die; He had dragged him into it. He'd never stop feeling guilty for that.

"They were witnesses and I thought-" Sal knew his next words would sound bad but it was going to get out one way or another. "I thought if I killed them I could get away with what I did. It was a mistake, I should've never dragged Larry into it." Sal began to sob. "I killed my best friend and the love of my life. Todd, I'm so sorry. You have to believe me I didn't mean for this to happen."

"Sal, what exactly did you do to them? I haven't been given any details." Sal was too trusting of his friends, so trusting that he didn't put two and two together. Todd was likely wearing a mic and this question was his way of getting a confession.

Sal recounted the story word for word to Todd watching as Todd judged and got scared. After he told Todd Sal only had one question.

"Todd, did any of them survive." Since Todd had gotten what he came here for he felt he could finally be honest with Sal.

"No." That one word shattered Sal's entire world. Travis was gone, and he was still here. He cried harder knowing that he would never forgive himself for surviving this.