A/N: It's slightly confusing... i think... I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: BTR doesn't belong to me.
A pale, raven-haired man sat on the hospital bed, mumbling to himself. An insane grin split his face into half, stretching it obscenely. He's had his mind bent back and forth like a blade of grass, snapped around like a rubber band.
It'd be more than a miracle for his sanity to be still intact. He is cracked, broken. A recorder in his shattered brain keeps playing the tortured screams and terrified yells of his one and only love for him to hear every living moment of his life.
A giggle escapes his lips as he listens to the voices and screams in his head. They are his only companion. He cannot hear anyone, or anything but them.
It is sick, and twisted – how badly his mind is bent. The doctors can only imagine how it would feel to have the agonizing screams of your loved one resound in your skull, all the time.
Suddenly, the man lets out a heart-wrenching scream. It tears through the hearts of everyone and anyone who can hear. It is the scream of a crazed man resurfacing - if only for a moment - through the waters of insanity.
The scream of a man coming to reality and begging as a plea to end his suffering of the constant rewinding of that player in his head.
But less than a minute later, the darkness grasps him by the feet and plunges him back into the insane, insane land where shadows creep up on him, screams echo in his mind, and where everything is so frightfully funny.
A doctor in white sighs as he leans his head against the glass of the man's room. He cannot dream of trying to understand how this man is feeling and what he went through.
He is broken from his reverie by a nurse who taps his shoulder, smiling sympathetically, "You have to go see your other patient now."
He inclines his head ever so slightly and she knows she is dismissed. Walking briskly through the brightly lit halls of the hospital, he cracks open the door of the patient's room and he finds it in utter darkness.
He does not worry about the patient attacking him, or trying to escape. The light from the halls spill into the room, revealing a haggard young man, sitting on the bed, knees pulled to his chest.
The man's once glowing tanned skin, million dollar smile, and bright hazel eyes are now a pasty color, and the light has gone out of his eyes.
"James." The doctor calls to the man on the bed, and the man turns his head up, meeting the doctor's own brown eyes.
A part of the doctor breaks at that moment; because he cannot stand seeing his two remaining best friends waste away like that.
But he pulls himself together, and grips his clipboard.
The man in front of him is just as broken as the other.
Whatever bit left of his sanity after the incident, was gone. It was sucked away by his constant nightmares. Every night, when the man's eyes close, pictures flash across his eyes, uder his lids.
They come in black and white, sometimes with a splash of red here and there. Those nightmares wake him, leaving him screaming his love's name and with his face drenched in salty tears.
To make the nightmares go away, the horrible, horrible visions of what happened disappear, the man doesn't sleep.
He won't, and he can't.
Bags are dark under his eyes, frightening. His body can hardly function by itself. All he does is sit, with the machines hooked up on him, keeping him alive.
Both his patients are long gone. No one can help them, but still, he refuses to give up.
They live in their own little world, endlessly replaying that incident in their heads, unable to stop, be it in pictures or sounds.
The doctor shuts the door and at the last moment, he thinks he sees something in the man's dead, hazel eyes. It pleads for him to help him, it pleads for him to have mercy, to stop the pain.
The door clicks shut with such finality, that the doctor breaks down, sliding down the door, bursting into sobs.
Nurses know to leave him alone. They never go up to him and say, "It's okay." No one can. Because, it's not going to be okay.
When the doctor steps into his house, he runs through the newspaper clippings of that day obsessively, like it can help his patients – his best friends.
Words stand out stark against the paper.
Kendall Knight, James Diamond and Logan Mitchell were kidnapped and went missing a year ago, leaving their remaining band member, family and friends devastated. But they were found in an abandoned house, with the kidnapper early last week.
Kendall's body was violated, parts of his body missing….
The doctor sees red and slams the tabletop with his fist.
Violated?
That was putting it lightly. Kendall was raped repeatedly, nails were missing, pried off by metal bits, chunks of hair gone, face scratched beyond recognition, and a leg was completely gone.
Those didn't even begin to start to describe what happened to Kendall.
Worse, James and Logan, who'd both loved Kendall, were made to listen and watch the painful screams of agony. They were made to torture Kendall themselves, all the while seeing the pleading in those emerald orbs.
But once, when he got James talking, just once, James had described to him what the look in those eyes were, before James drifted off, into dark oblivion again.
He had said, "Those eyes that I loved so much stared up at me, pleading for me to stop. The moment I looked into those eyes, both Logan and I knew, we couldn't harm a hair on his head."
"We bore the beating, the burns and the cuts from the man. But still, we refused to give in. The next morning, Kendall's eyes were… gone. Completely gone."
"Just empty sockets."
The doctor reaches out, and sees the face of his dead best friend staring back at him.
It is printed in full color, Kendall. His wide emerald orbs are sparkling with joy, sensuous lips curved into a wide grin, and lashes dark, casting shadows on his cheekbones.
A light blush is tinted on the small blonde's porcelain cheeks.
The doctor feels his sanity slipping from him, and he is tethering at the edge of sanity.
But until he is thrown over that edge, he swears, he will do his best to help his two best friends.
A/N: Well... how was it? Too draggy? Too long? I'm thinking of putting in another chapter, like a hundred words or so, to act as a closure, yeah? Review to let me know! And of course, the doctor is Carlos. I'll reveal that in the next chapter if there is a next chapter.I know its weird that Carlos is a doctor and all, but... eh... to make the story work, anything goes. :D Review, please!