Fear Itself [ A Shoey Fanfic ]

|| Shane's P.O.V ||

i woke up, sweat rolling down my forehead and cheeks, my eyes blurry. i hear Joey. my eyes open immediately and i search around the room. maybe he was sleep talking.

i turned to see the doctor holding Joey by his shoulder and pushing him towards the door. unable to think, i reached my hand out for his to grab. he gently grazed it as he passed. he wriggled out of the doctors grip and rushed over to me, grabbing my shoulders.

"what the hell is going on?!"

i heard him shriek, looking at me.

and with that, the doctor forcefully shoved him out the door, muttering to him quietly. all i heard were the words: 'we don't allow "friends"' i look so oblivious. i gaped.

they had found out, how? i began to turn towards the doctor as he examined my eyesight, looking around for some sort of device to the right of him. he snapped on his gloves and touched the IV in my vein. i groaned at the touch of his fingers on the tender skin. and with one quick tug, the IV was out.

"what's going on?"

i asked weakly.

he looked at me with cold eyes. something was wrong. just then the nurse rolled in with a wheelchair and the doctor helped me into it. i was frantic, confused. i searched around.

they wheeled me outside. no sign of Joey. how am i supposed to work this thing? i tried to push the wheels like people did in the movies. it didn't work.

the doctors pushed me to the curb and then walked back inside. good thing my legs weren't broken. i grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialed joey, my voice still dry and raspy.

three rings and he picked up.

"shane, hello?!"

he sounded tense and confused.

"yes, Joey stay calm. where are you?" I said into the phone, trying to stay calm.

"im almost back at sawyers, why?"

he uttered.

"you need to come get me."

"no way Shane. you need to stay there."

i heard him click his teeth.

"no, joey, they kicked me out. something about anti-gays or something."

silence.

"I'll be back there in five minutes. hang tight."

about 3 minutes later i hear a car roar down the street. i stand, wobbly from not standing for a few days, and weakly drop into the seat. Joey reaches over and pulls the door shut, grabbing my sweaty hand from my lap. he smiles and then steps on the gas, roaring away from the hospital.

"omg. what just happened?"

Joey looked at me.

"i have no clue."