Clint
I peered into the hospital room, where I found my twin laying motionless on the bed. His brown eyes were screwed up into the back of his head and a white banage covered over most of his knotted hair. He looked horriable. As for Scott, he sat silently on the window sill, his forehead pressed against the plexi glass window. "Hey, Scott..." I called, but he didn't answer he just stared out at the flowers. "By any chance did he wake up?"
"No." he spat out between quite sniffles, I could tell that this was hitting him hard. I wasn't sure why I cared so much that my brother was uncousious, I mean he did try to kill me. He fired the gun at me...he had it pointed to the back of my head. But he was ill...I knew he didn't mean it.
"We still haven't got a hold of Dad or Sheila." I whispered, my eyes dropping to the ground, they were going to freak when they found out what happened. I bet they would blame it on me, Bob did say he thought I was out to get him.
"Oh.." he muttered, banging his head lightly on the window. He looked very distrubed.
"Blair's still here..." I called, "She feels really bad...Scott, she's worried about you." He lifted his shoulders slightly in a shrug.
"She should be worried about Bob...not me." I sighed, there was no way to get through to that kid. He was driving himself insane.
"Me and Dave are going to get something to eat...You want anything?" I asked, pleading that he would eat something, but he just shook his head slowly.
Scott
Finally...He's gone. I can't stand having people watching me and checking up on me. I'm not the one out cold...I'm not the one in danger. I'm fine. They should be fussing over Bob, not me. I glanced over at Bob, he lay there so pale and lifeless...I could have sworn he was dead.
"Will you please just wake up?" I begged and kitted my hands in my hair, letting my head fall into my knees before I let out a few sobs. I knew what was going to happen...he was going to die. He wasn't going to wake up, he smacked his head way to hard...he was gone.
"Scott?" Blair...I could tell by her voice, it trembled. "Are you crying?" I sucked in my tears and looked up at her, she was about a foot away from me.
"He's not going to wake up..." I whispered as she sat down on the edge of my brother's bed. I loved the way she cared for him, it was like she was doing it for me...because I was so unstable to watch over him.
"Don't think that way, Scott." she snapped, running her fingers through his knotted hair, "He'll be fine. He's got to be fine..."
"Then why won't he wake up?" I cried, fighting back unwanted tears. "Blair...my brother is a goner...hes going to die..." I was sobbing loudly now and within seconds she was holding me, trying to calm me. But I knew that Bob wasn't going to make it...He would have been awake by now..
Bob
My eyes flicked open, I felt sick and my head ached. Where was I? ...The hospital...Why was I here? "He's not going to die..." I tilted my head slightly to see a girl calming my brother, he was balling like a baby.
"Scott..." I choked out, letting my right hand trace over the banage that was around my head...What did I do? His head snapped at me and he quickly freed himself from the girl. She smiled warmly at him...like he was her boyfriend...eww. Scott's a slob.
"Oh my gawd, Bob...Your alive." he hugged me tightly.
"Ugh...What happened?" I coughed out, he was squeezing me to death.. "Scott...easy...Your killing me."
"Listen to me...I would never hurt you. Nor would Clint. You hear me?" Gawd...what's gotten into Scott. "And Clint's fine...the bullet missed him."
"Someone tried to kill Clint?!" I screamed, my eyes wide with fear. Did that person hurt me too?
"...You don't remember?" He spat, he was looking at me amazed. It scared me some.
"I was going to go play hockey with Clint...and then, I woke up here." I replied, glancing around the room, "What's going on? Who tried to hurt Clint?"
"You..You tried to shoot him...and me." I laughed.
"Good one Scott...real funny." I thought I was supposed to make everyone laugh, I guess Scott's taking over now. But if he ever says someone tried to kill Clint again I'm going to have to smack him up.
"Do you hear voices...?"
"Scott!" I laughed, "I'm not crazy."