The Sound Of Madness

Part Two

"What do you mean he's dead?!" Zach screamed at the nurse.
The entire hospital surly heard him, but he didn't care. Brent was dead, and that was that.
"Sir we're doing the best we can...the doctor is trying to revive him right now but there's not much more we can do-" The nurse explained, clearly stressed out.
Zach got in her face and glared at her. He wasn't normally a mean person, but when you're told that your best friend has died, you might act a little out of the ordinary.
"Listen. I want you to turn your ass around, get in there, and bring him back to life right fucking now! Do you hear me?!" He screamed and soon enough, security was called, since Zach had disturbed more than one patient.

After a few hours of Zach crying and screaming at a security guard, the doctor went in search of him and the security guard let him into the separate room they had him in.
"Mr. Myers? May I have a word with you?" The doctor asked, and Zach looked up from the floor and his face was swollen and red. His eyes completely bloodshot.
He nodded and stood up as the guard let him though.
Zach looked down at the floor and crossed his arms, as they stood in the empty hallway. "I understand you're upset, and you have every right to be. He is alive, but just barely." The doctor explained and Zach's eyes lit up.
"He's alive?! Thank you...thank you so much!" Zach began to cry even harder and clung onto the doctor who hugged him back out of respect.
"Like I said Mr. Myers, he's barely hanging on. Since his body hasn't been exposed to such powerful drugs, his body didn't react very well and all of his organs began to shut down. If he does live. You must promise me that you won't let him do this again. Mixing cocaine with a drug like OxyContin is very very dangerous." The doctor said seriously.
"I understand, doctor." Zach frowned at the fact that he said 'if he lives'. "Can I see him?" He asked, looking hopeful.
The doctor nodded and led him down the hall and into his room.

There he was, laying in a hospital bed with two tubes down his throat, a tube down his nose and he had several IV needles in his arms.
Zach didn't want to look, but he couldn't look away. He seemed to be sleeping, as Zach pulled a chair up to the bedside and sat down.
The tears in Zach's eyes just kept coming, this was not something a 17 year old should have to deal with.
"This is what I get for having a 23 year old best friend..." Zach sighed. "A stupid one..."
Zach grabbed Brent's limp hand in his own and held it tightly. Brent didn't squeeze it back.
"Why did I let you do that..? This is all my fault..." Zach whispered to himself mostly.
"Why the hell are you so damn stupid, Brent..?" He sighed, and layed his head down on the edge of the bed.

"Couldn't tell ya.." Brent suddenly said with a chuckle and squeezed Zach's hand, as he let out a deep cough.

Zach lifted his head and smiled happily at Brent. He suddenly noticed the damage he did to his jaw, which as all black and swollen. But that was clearly the least of his worries.

"Brent!" Zach didn't know what to say. Should he yell at him for doing drugs? Should he hug him? Should he punch him again?

"Hey Zach.." Brent smiled slightly, but flinched a bit, probably because his jaw was sore.
It was hard to understand him because he still had tubes down his throat, but Zach didn't mind, he was just happy that Brent was alive.
"So uh...what happened?" Brent asked.

Zach frowned and looked down, "You died.."

Brent chuckled and closed his eyes. "Well...oops." He shrugged his shoulders.

"No, not oops. This is not funny Brent. You died!" Zach cried, and squeezed his hand tightly.

You died...