Hybrid Theory: A [Linkin Park] Spinoff.

This Is Not The End.

I quickly find myself standing yet again in the intensive care unit, my entire upper body surging with flashes of white-hot pain, tears in my eyes, my voice catching in my throat,"Chester.... I'm so sorry....I shouldn't have stormed out the way I did. Because I had a breakdown, they tried to use you to break me. This time, they succeeded."
Jordana stands beside me,"No. I've been trying to get the psycho fired for a few years now. This is just the edge that I need."
I stand there, letting the tears fall, not realizing that Chester now has a death grip on my hand.
"E-eren?"
I look at Chester,"Chaz?"
He opens his eyes,"Eren... I'm sorry."
I take him in my arms,"No. I'm the one who should be sorry. We get out of here, and I'm calling in a favor. I'm going to get you a new truck. We both need to feel the freedom of running down the highway with the wind in our hair."
Chester smiles,"I'm looking forward to it."
I chuckle,"Just as long as my Russian accent sounds legitimate on the phone."
"What?"
"Okay. You know how I have a broken thumb?"
"Yeah?"
"Well.. I'm calling in a favor to the guy who did it."