1,000,000 miles in opposite directions.

Hospital bound.

"He's bleeding severely! Get him oxygen!" A nurse demands, a man with auburn hair lies upon a stretcher which had been lifted and haphazardly thrown upon a bed which now rushed to the E.R. he groaned during the entire process, bleeding severely from two wounds in his chest. Bullet holes, his good samaritan laws had been waived and though he and his partner had gotten rid of the drug lords Tommy had taken a ricochet which dug it's way deep into his ribs. A face mask was attached snugly to the twenty two year old's face providing him with clean, crisp air, though it didn't matter to Tommy what sort of air was filling his lungs, for blood was also sloshing around in there and he was fading in and out of consciousness despite the fact Bill was screaming at him. Something like;

       "You better stay awake! You stay awake you hear me Tom-Tom?! Iff'n you die I don't know what Imma gon' do!" Great. Make it about yourself. Jerk. Tommy's thought came and went. Hazel eyes become dull as his vision goes blurry and eventually fades to black. Unconsciousness surely taking his weary figure.

      He could hear or feel nothing. There was an emptiness about him in this new space. He stands from his flat position and takes a quick look around. His body ridgid at the thought of death. Certainly he hadn't gone so quickly.

            "Damn...I had so much to live for. Heck Chelsie finally came back in the picture, I was going to go see her show and have dinner with her...And this happens..Wait a minute!" Tommy begans tearing through his pockets, each one systematically searched, the contents of which were dropped onto the dark ground beneath him and not given any second thought. He finds the ticket hiding in his chest pocket, there was a corner ripped off, and it was soaked in blood. But otherwise alright. A sigh leaves his lips as he places it in his pants pocket, hoping it would come to no further harm there. When suddenly an explosion of pain erupted in his chest, his body fell to the dark ground and he cries out in both confusion and agony. Another eruption of shocking pain. His ears begin functioning once more, a voice far off in the distance spoke loudly, anxiously.

          "Clear!!" the voice states, followed by another shocking sensation, Tommy understood, he was dead...He silently cheers them on, reassures them that he wants to come back, praying, that they can bring him back.. Another shock, worse then all the others, and the foreground began to whiten, as he walked toward it, his awareness returned to him, the voice spoke again, now he could see the outlined form of a doctor, the man who'd just rescued him from the brink. "He's stable, he's going to be alright everyone...I think he's back for good this time." He pats Tommy on the shoulder and continues talking, a tinge of something Tommy could have mistaken for distaste in his voice. "Welcome back there pal. You were dead for about five minutes." Hazel eyes scrutinized the man but alas, could find nothing out about him, no facial features, no nothing. The flourescent lighting was just too bright. A weak nod was all he could give him.

     When they'd left he looked at Bill and asked the only question he could think of.

           "How long am I going to be in here?" Bill stares at him, almost uncertain he'd asked such a thing. Staring hard at the wall.

         "Doc says about a week and you'll be able to start walking. Two weeks afore you can get back to work, even then you'll be on light duty. Tom-tom you messed yourself up bad. You got shot, and died. You DIED Tom-Tom. And you're worried about how long your hospital stay is gonna be?" Tommy listened intently. Three weeks? That wasn't good enough. The show was in three days, and Tommy was going to see it.

              "You don't get it. In three days there is going to be a concert. It's three hours from here, and I have to see it Bill. Chelsie is going to be there. She's going to dance and sing in it. I -have- to be there. We're thinking of going out to eat afterwards...It's going to be nice." Bill again stared at him dumbly, as if he hadn't heard anything he'd just told him.