Don't Touch

The Singed

"-you take one one down you pas it around. 700 bottles of beer on the wall." Greg threw his head underneath the pillow to try and blot out the annoying singing that's been going on for about ten minutes, much to his severe disappointment it just wasn't happening. "699 bottles of beer on the wall, 699 bottles of beer, you take one down you pass it around 698 bottles of beer on the wall."

That did it. Greg shot up right into a sitting posetion and saw Gage sitting beside his bed leaning back so the two front legs were high off the ground. He was smiling, clapping, and slapping his knee to the beat of this never ending song that he'd been singing. Greg's sitting up though didn't seem to dampen his spirits though in the least, he simply kept on singing as if he hadn't any need to stop.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Greg shouted finally making Gage stop. "For god's sake I think these people would be dead after the first 300 bottles of beer!"

"Greg who're you talking to?" A voice asked from the other side of Greg's bed. Suddenly feeling like a complete fool he turned around and saw Sonya sitting in a big comfy chair with a look of concern on her face.

"Yes Greg," Gage chimed in. "Who are you talking to?"

Greg leered at Gage before turning back to Sonya who thankfully looked alive and well. Had he not have been the one who caused her injury he never would've thought her sick. She still seemed a little pale and the shadows around her eyes were still there just, but she really only appeared tired if anything. She was still looking extremely concerned though, not that Greg could blame her though since he just shouted at someone who doesn't actually exist.

"No one," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He turned around so that his legs were dangling from the bed, he would've gotten out and hugged Sonya but reframed from it once he realised he was absent his shirt. "So how are you feeling?"

"Like I got run over by a Toro." She said plainly and seeing Greg's clueless expression she added. "It's like a giant bull with six legs and four eyes. But other than that, I suppose I feel fine. You got a heck of a wallop there Slowpoke."

"I'm sorry-" Greg said lowering his head, feeling too ashamed to even look at Sonya after what he'd done. "I really didn't mean to do that to you-"

"It's okay Greg I'm fine really." Sonya said getting up and sitting beside him on the bed but made no move to touch him. Not that I can blame her, Greg thought. "You seemed like you were seeing something. It wasn't your fault, you were bitten and Singed by a Hellhound, and we still have no idea what that actually means."

"But I really shouldn't have done that to you-" Greg stopped at the sound of a violin being played behind him. He turned around and saw Gage playing one and Greg did everything he could not to jump over to him and smash the instrument over his head. "Would you knock it off."

"Sorry I'm just setting the mood." Gage said and continued playing.

"Greg..." Sonya began looking over to the chair that Gage was sitting in, but based on her expression she couldn't see him. "Are you- are you seeing something over there?"

Greg lowered his head and made no attempt to answer that question. How could he even begin to describe how he's been seeing himself for awhile and that he'd actually named this hallucination. They already don't trust me, Greg thought to himself sorrowfully. I'm not going to let them think I'm crazy too.

"Oh I' don't know about that." Gage said as he stopped playing and putting the violin down on the ground. "Maybe you should tell her, for all we know she likes boys who see things."

Greg turned and glared at Gage before he turned to fully look at Sonya, and with a sigh he began. "Sonya ever since I was bitten by that Hellhound, I've been getting crippled by some really bad burning pains where i was bit." Greg paused for a moment to see how she was taking it, but so far she already knew all of this so she was just curious if anything. "I've also been seeing another-"