Ok, here's chapter 2 of Healing! ANOTHER thing I forgot to mention earlier: Jonny is on vacation. Um...Guy is somewhere. :thinking:

 

 

 

“Oh...hey, man.” said Chris nervously. His voice was devoid of any anger from earlier. “Sorry for, um, invading your house. I had a spare key of yours on my ring, so...”

 

“Uh, it’s no problem, I guess.” I muttered, my heart still pounding mercilessly. I glared at Chris, angry at him for making me think I was being robbed or stalked or something. He seemed to pick up on my train of thought.

 

“I’m sorry.” He sounded genuine, so I shrugged, ready to forgive him.

 

“So you got here all right? Didn’t get murdered or anything?”

 

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he smiled. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

 

“Yeah, so why are you here?”

 

Chris turned his entire body around, looking stiff. “Turns out it was actually farther than I thought. So I walked for, um, a while...and then grabbed a cab and came here, since it’s closer than my place. I figured you might be able to drive me the rest of the way.”

 

“That’s ridiculous! Why not just keep going on to your house?”

 

Chris looked a bit uncomfortable as he shrugged. “Saves a bit of money. And Gwyn’s away, so I don’t mind a bit of company.” I was surprised that my niece had stayed this quiet so far, but it wasn’t going to last. As expected, she began to whine, pulling on my leg.

 

“I’m tired...” she moaned. Chris tilted his head to get a better look at her.

 

“What a pretty girl.”

 

I gave him a withering look. He had no idea how annoying this child was. “Thanks. I’ll just set her up on my bed until Janine can get her. Yes, yes, Julie, I know...” I added as she began to whine again. Chris gave a quiet huff of laughter and leaned back in his chair. Well, my chair.

 

After I got my littlest niece situated in the comforter on my bed, I dragged myself back into the kitchen. I looked around blankly for a moment, and then I realized Chris had moved; he was now lying on the couch, leaning against the arm of it. His eyes were closed, and he didn’t move as I slid into the room. I knew that he didn’t know I was there, and I was about to tap him on the shoulder (I could give him a good scare), when I noticed something troubling.

 

Chris’s brows were tightly knit, as if he were in pain. His face, in the low light of the lamp, looked a pale, and he was also biting his lower lip. I frowned, unsure of what I should do. “Stop that.” I muttered, tapping his cheek with my forefinger. Chris’s eyes flew open and he jerked up, startled.

 

That much was normal, but when he fell back to the couch, a soft cry of pain was ripped from his throat. I instinctively took a step back, watching him lie there, trembling and breathing shallowly. I was frozen for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. Had he really just screamed, or was I going insane?

 

I suddenly found myself next to him, and I didn’t even remember moving. “Chris? Chris!”

 

No answer.

 

----

 

*gasp* oh nu!

Okay, I swear that chapter 3 is longer! It's just weird how I had to break the chapters up in order to make sense. Some are long, some are shorter.

 

 

 

^ :stunned::shocked2::o

 

Oh nooooo what the hell is happening there? Man, your story really builds up a lot of excitement!!

 

I want moooaaaar! :dance:

OMG I'm hooked!! :stunned:

 

what's wrong with Chris?!? hurry I need chapter 3!

haha, these things drag me in. :lol:

 

I actually thought it was Bono wanting me to join U2!, I was upset but laughing inside.

 

:lol: that part was hilarious

 

 

Will: You have been reading my diary! Now I can't let you leave!

 

Will turns round and locks the door to the Bakery and slowly approaches Chris, Jonny and Guy

 

:stunned: this is getting dramatic! yay!! :dance: lmao idk why I'm so hyper right now

OMG I'm hooked!! :stunned:

 

what's wrong with Chris?!? hurry I need chapter 3!

haha, these things drag me in. :lol:

 

Haha, that's how I do things! ;)

God I'm going mad here.I need to know:o

Nice story

Okay, so we have a small problem. I'm going away for two days or so to a place where we may not have an internet connection. I'll post chapter 3 up later today, and then we'll pray for the best. :uhoh2:

Okay, so we have a small problem. I'm going away for two days or so to a place where we may not have an internet connection. I'll post chapter 3 up later today, and then we'll pray for the best. :uhoh2:

YAY! :dance: I'm so excited XD

*gasp* Oh no! :uhoh2:

What's Will going to do?

 

I love part 3!

I can't wait for part 4 now!:D

 

Will's gonna snap! He's a cold-blooded maniac! :sneaky::D

 

Healing[/color][/font][/size]! ANOTHER thing I forgot to mention earlier: Jonny is on vacation. Um...Guy is somewhere. :thinking:

 

 

 

“Oh...hey, man.” said Chris nervously. His voice was devoid of any anger from earlier. “Sorry for, um, invading your house. I had a spare key of yours on my ring, so...”

 

“Uh, it’s no problem, I guess.” I muttered, my heart still pounding mercilessly. I glared at Chris, angry at him for making me think I was being robbed or stalked or something. He seemed to pick up on my train of thought.

 

“I’m sorry.” He sounded genuine, so I shrugged, ready to forgive him.

 

“So you got here all right? Didn’t get murdered or anything?”

 

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he smiled. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

 

“Yeah, so why are you here?”

 

Chris turned his entire body around, looking stiff. “Turns out it was actually farther than I thought. So I walked for, um, a while...and then grabbed a cab and came here, since it’s closer than my place. I figured you might be able to drive me the rest of the way.”

 

“That’s ridiculous! Why not just keep going on to your house?”

 

Chris looked a bit uncomfortable as he shrugged. “Saves a bit of money. And Gwyn’s away, so I don’t mind a bit of company.” I was surprised that my niece had stayed this quiet so far, but it wasn’t going to last. As expected, she began to whine, pulling on my leg.

 

“I’m tired...” she moaned. Chris tilted his head to get a better look at her.

 

“What a pretty girl.”

 

I gave him a withering look. He had no idea how annoying this child was. “Thanks. I’ll just set her up on my bed until Janine can get her. Yes, yes, Julie, I know...” I added as she began to whine again. Chris gave a quiet huff of laughter and leaned back in his chair. Well, my chair.

 

After I got my littlest niece situated in the comforter on my bed, I dragged myself back into the kitchen. I looked around blankly for a moment, and then I realized Chris had moved; he was now lying on the couch, leaning against the arm of it. His eyes were closed, and he didn’t move as I slid into the room. I knew that he didn’t know I was there, and I was about to tap him on the shoulder (I could give him a good scare), when I noticed something troubling.

 

Chris’s brows were tightly knit, as if he were in pain. His face, in the low light of the lamp, looked a pale, and he was also biting his lower lip. I frowned, unsure of what I should do. “Stop that.” I muttered, tapping his cheek with my forefinger. Chris’s eyes flew open and he jerked up, startled.

 

That much was normal, but when he fell back to the couch, a soft cry of pain was ripped from his throat. I instinctively took a step back, watching him lie there, trembling and breathing shallowly. I was frozen for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. Had he really just screamed, or was I going insane?

 

I suddenly found myself next to him, and I didn’t even remember moving. “Chris? Chris!”

 

No answer.

 

----

 

*gasp* oh nu!

Okay, I swear that chapter 3 is longer! It's just weird how I had to break the chapters up in order to make sense. Some are long, some are shorter.

 

 

 

:lol: that part was hilarious

 

 

 

 

:stunned: this is getting dramatic! yay!! :dance: lmao idk why I'm so hyper right now

 

Thanks alot for all the nice comments! :D, I am going to post Part Four AND Part Five today! So I hope you are looking forward to them!, In fact Part Four will be up very soon! :D

Will's Secret Diary

 

Part Four

 

Phil and James have driven to a remote bar on the other side of London...

 

Phil: Where are we?

 

James: This is the bar where I met Will last year!

 

Phil: Chris, but you see him every day!

 

James: For god sake! I am not Chris Martin, I am James Morrison!

 

Phil: Okay, all you had to do was say!

 

James: But I did! Okay, lets forget about it!

 

Phil: So tell me again, why are we here?

 

James: Last year I met Will here to have a drink. He's a nice fella. He then said he was thinking of quiting Coldplay!

 

Phil: He wouldn't!

 

James: It gets worse, he then said he wanted to form a supergroup with me, Bono and Jonny Greenwood!

 

Phil: What!

 

James: I know!

 

Phil: Well we have to tell the others, we need to go back!

 

James: Don't worry we will!, I just need to get my guitar out of the car!

 

James gets the guitar out of his car and drops it on the ground

 

James: Oh no! My strings are broken! I can't play on broken strings!

 

Back at the bakery Will is approaching Chris, Jonny and Guy

 

Guy: What are you going to do to us?

 

Will: I'm gonna make sure you don't read a single more page!

 

Guy: Okay we won't!

 

Chris: Quiet Guy! Why not, Will?

 

Will: It's private for one thing and another, that next page is top secret!

 

Jonny quickly grabs the diary and turns over the page

 

Will: You really shouldn't of done that!

 

Will pulls a knife from his back pocket and continues to approache Jonny, but Jonny starts reading the title...

 

Jonny: My plan to kill Chris, Jonny, Guy, Phil and James by Will Champion....Oh my god!, Who the hell is James?

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

:stunned: WHAT?!?!

 

Will is a murderer? :bigcry:

Maybe...Maybe ;)

Will: It's private for one thing and another, that next page is top secret!

 

Jonny quickly grabs the diary and turns over the page

 

This is getting really funny! :laugh3:

This is getting really funny! :laugh3:

 

Ooh!, I'm so happy that people are liking it! :D, Part Five will be up very soon! :D

Will's Secret Diary

 

Part Five

 

James is sobbing at the floor by his guitar which has broken strings...

 

James: I've got a gig tonight! What am I going to do?

 

Phil: Can't you buy another one?

 

James: NO! I need this one, this is the only one I play with!

 

Phil: Can't you get some new strings?

 

James: NO! These are the only strings I have ever had, I have had them since I was a baby!

 

Phil: Really?

 

James: Yes!

 

Phil: Well, I am sorry man, but that means you will never play again, you have got to!

 

James: I can't, not without those strings!

 

Phil: Is there any way of fixing it?

 

James: I don't know!

 

Phil: I know! I will google it on my pPhone.

 

James: pPhone?

 

Phil: Yeah it's like an iPhone but better!

 

James: What!, It's just a N-Gage with a letter P on it!

 

Phil: Yeah, but I can still google!

 

Phil quickly googles...

 

Phil: Okay, heres a guy, he says he can fix any strings, his name is...

 

Phil pauses

 

James: His name is...

 

Phil: Umm, umm, well it says...Will Champion!

 

Back at the Bakery...Will has taped Guy, Chris and Jonny's mouths and hands...

 

Will: Now I will take my diary...

 

Will picks up the diary and locks it in his Locker...he turns round to Guy, Chris and Jonny...

 

Will: I'm still going to kill you, you know, but do you really think I would do it with just a knife. Well if you do, you don't know Will Champion!

 

Will fiddles in his pocket and pulls out a bomb and puts it on the table in front of Chris, Guy and Jonny...

 

Will: Do you see that? It's a bomb and in, 24 mins and 30 seconds, you will be umm, trying to think of a pun involving a Coldplay song...In My Place. My place being...Hell! Goodbye!

 

Will walks out of the Bakery with a grin on his face

 

TO BE CONTINUED

Will: Do you see that? It's a bomb and in, 24 mins and 30 seconds, you will be umm, trying to think of a pun involving a Coldplay song...In My Place. My place being...Hell! Goodbye!

 

This line's the best! :laugh3:

Why is Will so evil, though? :bigcry:

This line's the best! :laugh3:

Why is Will so evil, though? :bigcry:

 

Haha! Maybe he is misunderstood.....

 

OR PURE EVIL!

 

You will have to find out!

Simon you need to work on your dialogue IMO :smiley:

Healing[/color][/font][/size]! ANOTHER thing I forgot to mention earlier: Jonny is on vacation. Um...Guy is somewhere. :thinking:

 

 

 

“Oh...hey, man.” said Chris nervously. His voice was devoid of any anger from earlier. “Sorry for, um, invading your house. I had a spare key of yours on my ring, so...”

 

“Uh, it’s no problem, I guess.” I muttered, my heart still pounding mercilessly. I glared at Chris, angry at him for making me think I was being robbed or stalked or something. He seemed to pick up on my train of thought.

 

“I’m sorry.” He sounded genuine, so I shrugged, ready to forgive him.

 

“So you got here all right? Didn’t get murdered or anything?”

 

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he smiled. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

 

“Yeah, so why are you here?”

 

Chris turned his entire body around, looking stiff. “Turns out it was actually farther than I thought. So I walked for, um, a while...and then grabbed a cab and came here, since it’s closer than my place. I figured you might be able to drive me the rest of the way.”

 

“That’s ridiculous! Why not just keep going on to your house?”

 

Chris looked a bit uncomfortable as he shrugged. “Saves a bit of money. And Gwyn’s away, so I don’t mind a bit of company.” I was surprised that my niece had stayed this quiet so far, but it wasn’t going to last. As expected, she began to whine, pulling on my leg.

 

“I’m tired...” she moaned. Chris tilted his head to get a better look at her.

 

“What a pretty girl.”

 

I gave him a withering look. He had no idea how annoying this child was. “Thanks. I’ll just set her up on my bed until Janine can get her. Yes, yes, Julie, I know...” I added as she began to whine again. Chris gave a quiet huff of laughter and leaned back in his chair. Well, my chair.

 

After I got my littlest niece situated in the comforter on my bed, I dragged myself back into the kitchen. I looked around blankly for a moment, and then I realized Chris had moved; he was now lying on the couch, leaning against the arm of it. His eyes were closed, and he didn’t move as I slid into the room. I knew that he didn’t know I was there, and I was about to tap him on the shoulder (I could give him a good scare), when I noticed something troubling.

 

Chris’s brows were tightly knit, as if he were in pain. His face, in the low light of the lamp, looked a pale, and he was also biting his lower lip. I frowned, unsure of what I should do. “Stop that.” I muttered, tapping his cheek with my forefinger. Chris’s eyes flew open and he jerked up, startled.

 

That much was normal, but when he fell back to the couch, a soft cry of pain was ripped from his throat. I instinctively took a step back, watching him lie there, trembling and breathing shallowly. I was frozen for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. Had he really just screamed, or was I going insane?

 

I suddenly found myself next to him, and I didn’t even remember moving. “Chris? Chris!”

 

No answer.

 

----

 

*gasp* oh nu!

Okay, I swear that chapter 3 is longer! It's just weird how I had to break the chapters up in order to make sense. Some are long, some are shorter.

 

 

 

^ :stunned::shocked2::o

 

Oh nooooo what the hell is happening there? Man, your story really builds up a lot of excitement!!

 

I want moooaaaar! :dance:

 

I second Thalia's request.

 

Healing[/color][/font][/size]! ANOTHER thing I forgot to mention earlier: Jonny is on vacation. Um...Guy is somewhere. :thinking:

 

 

 

“Oh...hey, man.” said Chris nervously. His voice was devoid of any anger from earlier. “Sorry for, um, invading your house. I had a spare key of yours on my ring, so...”

 

“Uh, it’s no problem, I guess.” I muttered, my heart still pounding mercilessly. I glared at Chris, angry at him for making me think I was being robbed or stalked or something. He seemed to pick up on my train of thought.

 

“I’m sorry.” He sounded genuine, so I shrugged, ready to forgive him.

 

“So you got here all right? Didn’t get murdered or anything?”

 

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he smiled. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

 

“Yeah, so why are you here?”

 

Chris turned his entire body around, looking stiff. “Turns out it was actually farther than I thought. So I walked for, um, a while...and then grabbed a cab and came here, since it’s closer than my place. I figured you might be able to drive me the rest of the way.”

 

“That’s ridiculous! Why not just keep going on to your house?”

 

Chris looked a bit uncomfortable as he shrugged. “Saves a bit of money. And Gwyn’s away, so I don’t mind a bit of company.” I was surprised that my niece had stayed this quiet so far, but it wasn’t going to last. As expected, she began to whine, pulling on my leg.

 

“I’m tired...” she moaned. Chris tilted his head to get a better look at her.

 

“What a pretty girl.”

 

I gave him a withering look. He had no idea how annoying this child was. “Thanks. I’ll just set her up on my bed until Janine can get her. Yes, yes, Julie, I know...” I added as she began to whine again. Chris gave a quiet huff of laughter and leaned back in his chair. Well, my chair.

 

After I got my littlest niece situated in the comforter on my bed, I dragged myself back into the kitchen. I looked around blankly for a moment, and then I realized Chris had moved; he was now lying on the couch, leaning against the arm of it. His eyes were closed, and he didn’t move as I slid into the room. I knew that he didn’t know I was there, and I was about to tap him on the shoulder (I could give him a good scare), when I noticed something troubling.

 

Chris’s brows were tightly knit, as if he were in pain. His face, in the low light of the lamp, looked a pale, and he was also biting his lower lip. I frowned, unsure of what I should do. “Stop that.” I muttered, tapping his cheek with my forefinger. Chris’s eyes flew open and he jerked up, startled.

 

That much was normal, but when he fell back to the couch, a soft cry of pain was ripped from his throat. I instinctively took a step back, watching him lie there, trembling and breathing shallowly. I was frozen for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. Had he really just screamed, or was I going insane?

 

I suddenly found myself next to him, and I didn’t even remember moving. “Chris? Chris!”

 

No answer.

 

----

 

*gasp* oh nu!

Okay, I swear that chapter 3 is longer! It's just weird how I had to break the chapters up in order to make sense. Some are long, some are shorter.

 

 

THAT'S SO GOOD! I LOVE IT!!:D

Soon, soon...just putting the finishing touches on it. I keep finding mistakes and awkward wording and stuff. :angry:

I just wanna say I read a few of these fanfics and they're very well done :P you guys are so creative and I can totally see the boys acting these stories out...they are the type to be incredibly creative themselves so it would be really hilarious :P...I'm not so sure about the more pervy ones :P... but still good job guys! Very entertaining read :laugh3:

Chapter 3 of Healing

 

This chapter's better if you read it slowly...:\

 

 

 

I leaned over him and touched his shoulder, my mind flooding with the sound of a million warning bells. My stomach tightened in concern as Chris continued to not acknowledge me. “Hey. Hey...what’s wrong?” I asked quickly.

 

“God...Will?” he moaned, his voice shaking. “You scared me.”

 

“Yeah, and then you fucking screamed!”

 

“I didn’t... sc-scream.”

 

“Fine, but you were close.” How could he still be so stubborn? “What’s wrong, what happened?” I asked once more.

 

“I must have pulled something, I guess.” It was still hard for Chris to speak steadily, but he didn’t seem to be in much pain anymore. “It just hurts a bit when I m-move too fast...I’m fine.”

 

“A bit? It sounded like more than a bit. Are you hurt or something?”

 

“No, I just...it’s nothing.”

 

“I want to make sure. Just let me look, and then I won’t bother you again.” I gestured towards his chest, the area of his body he was unconsciously cradling.

 

“It’s okay, I’m fine.” I knew immediately I had picked the right spot.

 

“Then let me look.”

 

“No!” he was more adamant this time, and he even pulled himself up a bit so he wasn’t in such a prone position. I didn’t want to upset him or cause him any more pain, but I needed to make sure he wasn’t hiding something bad. I knew I could hold him down forcefully, but I also knew how much damage that could do to his trust in me. I felt ashamed for even considering the idea. No, I couldn’t force him. I wouldn’t.

 

“Please, Chris.” I said, holding out my hands non-threateningly. I knew I could be rough with him, and sometimes insensitive, but the truth was that I cared about him...loved him like a brother. Of course I’d never say it, but I would never deny it. Perhaps Chris could hear it in my voice that I wasn’t going to let him get out of this, because he slowly (yet surely) removed his arms from around his chest. “What happened?” I asked for the third time.

 

Chris glanced up at me, a resigned look in his eyes. He seemed almost ashamed. “I walked.”

 

Once those words had sunk into my head, I slid down on the couch next to him. “But...what...?”

 

“Just ran into some guys; it’s nothing...”

 

“You mean that you...” I was slowly processing the information. “What did they do to you?” I was furious at whoever had gotten to him, and terrified at the same time. What if he’d really been hurt badly? Even now, was he in more pain than I could see?

 

“They...they just...” He was starting the choke on his words again, in obvious discomfort. Worst-case scenarios popped into my head by the dozen, and I needed to get the first one off my chest. After all, he was showing most of the symptoms...

 

“You weren’t...raped, were you?” It sounded blunt and uncaring, but I needed to know.

 

“WHAT? No, of course not! Shit, man...!” He was glaring at me incredulously, and I knew instantly he was telling the truth. At least I could stop worrying about that particular thing. “No, they just...got me in the chest a few times.” Chris rubbed his wrists absently, his little self-comforting gesture.

 

“Okay then, lift up your shirt.”

 

“Will, it’s not that bad.”

 

“You just told me you were beaten, mate.”

 

“No! Well, yeah, but...sort of...”

 

“Please.”

 

Chris swallowed uneasily, but he did as I asked. As I leaned over him, I was horrified and shocked by what I saw. A large portion of Chris’s chest and abdomen (that I could see) was colored dark with bruising. I nearly gagged, feeling suddenly nauseous. His skin, once as pale as a child’s, was now a mix of light and dark. I couldn’t bring myself to keep looking at it all, so I dragged my gaze upwards. Chris was staring at me apprehensively. “Is it that bad?”

 

“Can’t you feel it?” Words could not describe the guilt I was feeling.

 

“Of c-course, but I haven’t...looked yet.” Although he tried to smile reassuringly, Chris looked frightened underneath it.

 

Finally, searching his face, I began to figure out the real reason he’d come here, and it wasn’t because he’d been a bit lonely. I knew that (subconsciously), he had come to me because he wanted to feel safe; wanted someone to look after him. Apparently, without Jonny around, that someone was me.

 

“Um...you can put your shirt back. I’m taking you to the hospital.”

 

“What?” he yelped. “No, Will, please...I don’t need...”

 

“I’m sorry, Chris, I have to. You need to get those ribs wrapped or something. Fuck knows how bad that bruising could be!”

 

“I know! It hurts, yeah, but nothing’s broken!”

 

I wasn’t going to take no for an answer to this one. It was my fault he was like this, and I was going to make sure he was all right. “What the hell did they use on you?” My voice was quiet again.

 

“No, it wasn’t like that. They sort of just...” He trailed off, looking distressed.

 

I buried my head in my hands for a moment. “Chris, I’m so sorry. If I hadn’t...”

 

I felt a weak tug at my sleeve, and I was surprised to look up and see Chris leaning towards me, his arm outstretched as far as it would go. “Please, don’t.” He looked troubled. “It’s not your fault.”

 

“It is.”

 

“Did you rough me up?”

 

“But I...”

 

“Did you?”

 

“No.”

 

“Then it’s...not your fault.” Chris leaned back, inhaling sharply.

 

I stared at my hands for a moment before talking again. “Come on. I’m getting Julie ready and we’re going to the ER.”

 

“Will...”

 

“I’m not arguing on this one, Chris. We’re going.”

 

 

Healing[/font][/color][/size][/center]

 

This chapter's better if you read it slowly...:\

 

 

 

I leaned over him and touched his shoulder, my mind flooding with the sound of a million warning bells. My stomach tightened in concern as Chris continued to not acknowledge me. “Hey. Hey...what’s wrong?” I asked quickly.

 

“God...Will?” he moaned, his voice shaking. “You scared me.”

 

“Yeah, and then you fucking screamed!”

 

“I didn’t... sc-scream.”

 

“Fine, but you were close.” How could he still be so stubborn? “What’s wrong, what happened?” I asked once more.

 

“I must have pulled something, I guess.” It was still hard for Chris to speak steadily, but he didn’t seem to be in much pain anymore. “It just hurts a bit when I m-move too fast...I’m fine.”

 

“A bit? It sounded like more than a bit. Are you hurt or something?”

 

“No, I just...it’s nothing.”

 

“I want to make sure. Just let me look, and then I won’t bother you again.” I gestured towards his chest, the area of his body he was unconsciously cradling.

 

“It’s okay, I’m fine.” I knew immediately I had picked the right spot.

 

“Then let me look.”

 

“No!” he was more adamant this time, and he even pulled himself up a bit so he wasn’t in such a prone position. I didn’t want to upset him or cause him any more pain, but I needed to make sure he wasn’t hiding something bad. I knew I could hold him down forcefully, but I also knew how much damage that could do to his trust in me. I felt ashamed for even considering the idea. No, I couldn’t force him. I wouldn’t.

 

“Please, Chris.” I said, holding out my hands non-threateningly. I knew I could be rough with him, and sometimes insensitive, but the truth was that I cared about him...loved him like a brother. Of course I’d never say it, but I would never deny it. Perhaps Chris could hear it in my voice that I wasn’t going to let him get out of this, because he slowly (yet surely) removed his arms from around his chest. “What happened?” I asked for the third time.

 

Chris glanced up at me, a resigned look in his eyes. He seemed almost ashamed. “I walked.”

 

Once those words had sunk into my head, I slid down on the couch next to him. “But...what...?”

 

“Just ran into some guys; it’s nothing...”

 

“You mean that you...” I was slowly processing the information. “What did they do to you?” I was furious at whoever had gotten to him, and terrified at the same time. What if he’d really been hurt badly? Even now, was he in more pain than I could see?

 

“They...they just...” He was starting the choke on his words again, in obvious discomfort. Worst-case scenarios popped into my head by the dozen, and I needed to get the first one off my chest. After all, he was showing most of the symptoms...

 

“You weren’t...raped, were you?” It sounded blunt and uncaring, but I needed to know.

 

“WHAT? No, of course not! Shit, man...!” He was glaring at me incredulously, and I knew instantly he was telling the truth. At least I could stop worrying about that particular thing. “No, they just...got me in the chest a few times.” Chris rubbed his wrists absently, his little self-comforting gesture.

 

“Okay then, lift up your shirt.”

 

“Will, it’s not that bad.”

 

“You just told me you were beaten, mate.”

 

“No! Well, yeah, but...sort of...”

 

“Please.”

 

Chris swallowed uneasily, but he did as I asked. As I leaned over him, I was horrified and shocked by what I saw. A large portion of Chris’s chest and abdomen (that I could see) was colored dark with bruising. I nearly gagged, feeling suddenly nauseous. His skin, once as pale as a child’s, was now a mix of light and dark. I couldn’t bring myself to keep looking at it all, so I dragged my gaze upwards. Chris was staring at me apprehensively. “Is it that bad?”

 

“Can’t you feel it?” Words could not describe the guilt I was feeling.

 

“Of c-course, but I haven’t...looked yet.” Although he tried to smile reassuringly, Chris looked frightened underneath it.

 

Finally, searching his face, I began to figure out the real reason he’d come here, and it wasn’t because he’d been a bit lonely. I knew that (subconsciously), he had come to me because he wanted to feel safe; wanted someone to look after him. Apparently, without Jonny around, that someone was me.

 

“Um...you can put your shirt back. I’m taking you to the hospital.”

 

“What?” he yelped. “No, Will, please...I don’t need...”

 

“I’m sorry, Chris, I have to. You need to get those ribs wrapped or something. Fuck knows how bad that bruising could be!”

 

“I know! It hurts, yeah, but nothing’s broken!”

 

I wasn’t going to take no for an answer to this one. It was my fault he was like this, and I was going to make sure he was all right. “What the hell did they use on you?” My voice was quiet again.

 

“No, it wasn’t like that. They sort of just...” He trailed off, looking distressed.

 

I buried my head in my hands for a moment. “Chris, I’m so sorry. If I hadn’t...”

 

I felt a weak tug at my sleeve, and I was surprised to look up and see Chris leaning towards me, his arm outstretched as far as it would go. “Please, don’t.” He looked troubled. “It’s not your fault.”

 

“It is.”

 

“Did you rough me up?”

 

“But I...”

 

“Did you?”

 

“No.”

 

“Then it’s...not your fault.” Chris leaned back, inhaling sharply.

 

I stared at my hands for a moment before talking again. “Come on. I’m getting Julie ready and we’re going to the ER.”

 

“Will...”

 

“I’m not arguing on this one, Chris. We’re going.”

 

That was really good!!:D

 

Poor Chrissy!!!!:cry::(:cry:

Damn, you read that fast! :o

What did I just say?!

 

lol, jk.