Fear Itself [ A Shoey Fanfic ]

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

"you want to know the whole story?well it started like this, i ran out in the middle of the night. it was cold and i was wiped of all my energy. i made it to downtown L.A with no problem. but then i started to get sick. at least i think i was...but then i met this guy. i asked for money, politely, may i add. then i think his wife hit me and i got knocked out... i think. maybe i just passed out...i don't quite remember honestly."

i watched as Joey put his head in his palm and shook his head.

"not pleased with my story?" i retorted.

i watched as he picked his head up, tears streaked down his face. he shook his head and sat down next to me.

"this isn't right." he added. "why were you limp? and cold?"

"it was cold out, remember dummy? limp, I had probably been out for awhile. don't know why nobody had helped me..." I said sheepishly.

"assholes." i heard joey mutter.

i chuckled, "yea, well at least im alive and well, right?"

i saw anger replace the look of sorrow on his face.

"you aren't 'alright' Shane. you're very sick!" he spat.

i rolled my eyes and grit my teeth.

"yea, well, what can you do about it, huh?" i spat back.

I saw as he angrily ripped the door open, slamming it shut and pounding down the stairs.

"unf. sensitive" i yelled through the door.

i know we were supposed to be understanding throughout all this, but it wasn't exactly working.

and im not sure how to fix that.

just then, i saw him thrust the door opening, panting like a dog that just ran two miles straight.

"Joey, what's wrong?!" i asked.

"it's Sawyer." he cried.