The doctors ran to wake the beast up. No one knew if he was gonna be okay.
"Dr. Carter is he gonna be okay?" He looked at Jackson that was dealing with a lot more than he could ever deal with.
"Yeah. He'll be fine." How do you tell him that Ryder could be dead? He smiled and Jackson just smiled and sat up happier.
"Where the he'll is he!" Both Dr. Carter and Jackson jumped as they looked at the stitched up boy.
"Whoa whoa whoa. Who are you?"
"Dallas Maverick wanna know my fists too?" Dr. Carter sat down and let him go to the door. He knocked and the door opened.
The two other boys stood and looked at a nurse.
"How is he?"
"We did revive him so he's just sleeping."
She opened the door more to reveal Ryder sleeping sound, laying on his side. His back still showing spikes.
"Can we go in and see him?" The nurse nodded and let them all in. Dallas sat on the bed while Dr. Carter and Jackson sat in chairs that were in the room.
Dr. Carter held the arms of the chair and took breaths. Jackson just sat chewing on his sleeve.
"Hey." Dallas shook Ryder a little bit to see if he'd wake up.
"He's breathing right?"
"Who ever you are he's fine okay. No one needs you."
"He does" Jackson said pointing at his brother.
"How do you know who he needs?"
"Because Dr. Carter cares about him. He was throwing up and he ran to his side to make sure he was okay."
"Look kid, I've known Ryder his whole life, how long have you know him?" Dallas raised an eyebrow just grinning because he knew it wasn't as long.
"I guess maybe about a few weeks." Dallas stood towering over his small shape.
"Like I said. I've known him since day one out of his mother."
"I've only found an interest in him since he was technically dropped at my doorstep because he was going crazy and could have killed someone. He's dealt with nine doses. All put in the same place."
"Will you shut the fuck up?!" Everyone looked at Ryder wide eyed. "What?"
"You're okay." Dallas went back and sat down.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No stupid we thought you died."
"I guess I fooled you." Ryder just smiled as everyone still stayed staring at him.
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Poison Ink
Teen FictionA drop of ink printed into an arm. A drop of blood falling from her hand. Nothing moves. He screams. No one hears. He's alone. Love is extinct. He's done.