Devil's Night

Ticking Time Bomb

Chris POV

Another couple days have gone by and I can honestly say that I was bored out of my fucking mind as I just laid here with only the T.V to somewhat entertain me. But no matter what I did to distract myself, I couldn't get myself to stop thinking about Ricky and the nightmare we recently suffered though. The screen wasn't enough to push back away from the grief and sorrow as I tried to cope with what I saw in Ricky's eyes as he relentlessly murdered Rem in cold blood. I didn't know if Ricky will ever be the same after what he did and if I could ever feel the same beam of innocence that I loved from him ever again. I let out a sigh as I picked up the remote control and turned the television off, leaning back into the pillows to try and get some much needed rest.

Only moments after closing my eyes as I allowed myself to drift off into a developing dream, I was quickly interrupted by a soft knock on the door. I just laid there wondering for a solid second if I should ignore it and pretend I was fast asleep or greet the knock. Making my choice, I just groaned as I sat myself up again.

"Come in." I called out to the open air, my voice still a bit tired from all of the medications.

I looked up as Ash walked in to check up on me. By now I no longer needed the IVs and they were taken out a day ago. My appetite returned to me and I was being given extra servings to make up for the severe deficit. I was really here now primarily for recovery and occasional scans of my ribs to make sure they were healing properly. My bruises were beginning to fade and my natural color was returning back to my skin. I was surprised at how fast this entire process was taking. Originally I was thinking it could be a least a year until I would be able to function at my optimal self again. Nevermind the psychological damage done for now, I could deal with that at a later date.

Staring into her sparkling hazel eyes, I gave her a slight smile as she stepped closer to my bedside and placed her hand on mine to ease me.

"Ricky's awake and she wants to see you." Her voice was sweet and motherly.

I wanted to spring up from happiness and relief at the good news that he has finally awake, he won against the odds stacked against him. The doctor told me that they had to put him under in a coma like state to prevent any movement that could be detrimental to his small window of time that could mean life or death for him. But I was warned that there was a 50 percent chance that he may never wake up again due to how weak and frail he was.

I simply nodded, eager to see Ricky and beckoned Ash over to help me up. Though my leg muscles may have been dramatically deteriorated from all of the starvation, I was still able to walk on my own compantanly. By the day, I was getting my strength back but that didn't mean that it was ache free from all of the beatings. As I sat at the side of the bed, I just hung my head in thought, staying silent as I contemplated if Ricky would be the same person I knew as my beloved friend. I feared that I may not recognize him as he was before this horrific mess. All I could do now was hope for the best and remain calm towards whatever happens from this point on. Looking back at Ash as I extended my hands out as I silently pleaded for her to assist me up. She obliged to my request and and once up, we headed to Ricky's room that was a floor directly above my room, staying quiet as we went. Oh God I hope he's okay.