Basketcase

What's Wrong?

His head twitched dimensionally, suddenly snapping to the rooms door, after he'd passed it in his search, "Ryan we need to get back in," he pleaded twisting his head back to me and removing his hand.

I parted my lips, eventually connecting with him and rose an eye brow, "I don't have a key," I answered honestly.

"What!" he exclaimed, grinding his teeth intensely and tightening his grip on my shoulders. My stomach interrupted; gargling and twisting, knocking up against the saliva covered walls and knotting into a ball.

I winced slightly beneath his grip, clenching my jaw as opening my eyes, observing the floor count on the elevator at 24 and rising. "Those girls are going to come back," I recalled aloud.

"What?" Lou responded quickly, "What girls?" he demanded, forcing my posture towards him.

The intensity on my teeth tightened, "There was a bunch before," I explained, "A horde of them in fact, bunches more coming this was I say," I informed, managing to direct my arm towards the elevator and point.

"What!" he exclaimed more rashly, flinching towards the elevator and releasing me, "Shit! We have to wake someone up in side!" he instructed, jumping to the door with an insistent pound in his first step. He fist fell to the wooded door; thumping barbarically, quickly glancing over his should with double taking following. "What are you doing?" he demanded in aggravation, anger biting at his tongue, "Get over here!" I stumbled over, the door saving me as I tumbled. "Good!" he encouraged, smiling broadly and I nodded, steading myself before banging more efficiently on my two feet.

After a few seconds, the thrilling of intensity grew as the floor rose to level 31. "Do you think anyone's awake?" he asked more clam but nervous.

"When I left a little while ago, Liam seemed to be awake," I said between thumps, "You think he still is?"

He turned his head to me while continuing to make rowdy disturbances, "Depends," he replied, "Liam!" he began, raising his voice to a yell, chanting 'Liam' in strange and different tones.

i glared at him before straightening my focus to awaken the other boy, "Liam!" I echoed.

"Why did you leave the key in there?" Louis questioned raising his voice towards me, continuing with "Liam!" afterwards.

I stared at him and the door, "I dunno, I was just- Oh sh- Liam!" I exclaimed, bruising my fist against the frame.

"Huh?" Lou responded, lose pants beginning between cries.

I glanced back to the elevator number approaching; 57; and started up again, "C'mon! C'mon! Liam!" I pleaded.

On the urge of taking another glance Lou began, "Ry-," his words only cut as our lenient bodies against the door gravitated in and toppled over each other. The heaving weight pressed my chest to the tile unbearably and my stomach tightened and became pressurized. I flinched slightly before forcing myself up, tugging Lou's exhausted body into the room. Dropping Lou, his body flopped down lifelessly and I stepped over to Liam, I waved his hand away and shut the door. A pound of anonymous pain swirled in my stomach and I tucked my arms around my stomach; rushing towards the bathroom, quickly closing and locking the door as I entered.

I planted myself against the door, my eyes tightened shut and letting out a deep quick breath. I unraveled my arms glancing down down to my lower body. I backed away from the door, twisting my head back trying to reach the angle to see if blood had seeped through but the only the grey fabric of my own pants were visible. My hands quickly tangled into my hair, "What is going?" I asked aloud raising my voice of concern, silencing myself as I realized the projected volume. "Sh..." I cursed turning to the door.