Time To Go

Twenty-One: Kennedy

The police had come to my room and told me that they were going to start questioning Ashley Forrester. This made me smile. When they continued the information as to why, an image of John throwing himself at Ashley filled my mind. It made me laugh... manically, in fact.

It was then that I knew I had to visit him, to ease my mind more than anything.

I knew that if I didn't visit John soon, then I would go insane with need. With the unbearable feeling of being apart from him. The unbelievable thought of missing him that much, that I felt physically detached from everything. So I knew that when the nurses would finally leave the room, my time would come...

...And it did.

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I tilt my head back, a cackle falling from my lips uncontrollably.

All at once, I ignore the shooting pains from the bruised skin of my body, I ignore the burning sensation rebounding off of every rib as I feel my hair flying back off my face as I continue to laugh out loud.

"Come on, Johnny, you can do better than this." I cry over my shoulder as I hear nothing other than a contagious laugh behind me.

"Go to hell, Brock!" John replies, and I can't help but fall apart laughing once more.

John's words are becoming strained, from all his laughter and the coughs that are spluttering from his lips. Instantly I pause in my wheelchair, skidding sideways haphazardly and allowing my concerned gaze to look him all over, a sudden fear of him hurting himself running through me. John grins devilishly, pushing past me in my halted state as he wheels his way down the corridor, cackling manically. I snort through an exhalation of breath at the sudden cheekiness of John.

"That's it now, boy!" I shout.

I begin to wheel myself off once more, turning the slim wheels I'm sat in continuously. There is a soft squeak beneath my chair as I hurtle myself down the clean corridors after John. My chest is rising and falling out of loss of breath, my forehead is damp with sweat and my bruises are throbbing insanely, as I lick the corner of my mouth, gaining all the more on a faltering John.

"And Brock steps up to the mark but will he overtake the legend of the wheels, John O'Callaghan?" I cackle once again at John's attempt at a British accent as he too sniggers at his own immaturity. "Looks like we're soon to have a new chair champion!" I call, suddenly getting so close to John that I begin to rest my feet on the back of his chair.

He jolts as I push with my weak legs. He turns his head to face me and I grin back at him as I watch his pale face sporting a large beam. My smile is stretching as far as my puffy face will allow as I take in the beauty and integrity that surrounds John O'Callaghan.

Suddenly nothing is going to ruin my mood.

Nothing is going to ruin my day.

Nothing is going to ruin this moment...