"He took a bullet for you."
"I realize that."
"Then when are you going to thank him?"
He was frustrated by the nagging.
"When I'm ready?" he provided.
"That will take much to long. He jumped in front of you, knowing very well of the pain that was about to come, and he took a bullet for you. You need to show at least an ounce of appreciation... of gratitude... of thanks... of something! Have you even gone to the hospital yet?"
"Would I go for anyone else?"
"Yes, of course you would. You need to go."
A heavy sigh escaped his lips.
The room wasn't lit very well. There was a dull lamp in the corner of the room, farthest away from them.
He could still see her eyes. They still sparkled.
The soft couch he was sitting on didn't feel very soft.
He wished that the bullet had made it to him.
"Go."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"It wouldn't work."
"What wouldn't work?"
"Looking at him there in pain."
"Why would that even matter to you?"
"Because I should be the one in that pain," he whispered.
"Shouldn't you thank him for taking that pain away, then?" she asked.
"I suppose," he gave in.
"Then go. Thank him."
He stood up and stuck his hands into his pockets. "I'm going to mess this up. I know it."
"That's not exactly possible."
She stood up beside him and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We can do this, you know."
He nodded and sighed. "Let's go."
A/N: haha! this story will have short chapters. It's easier to update. I just put up two one-shots... *It Was Time* and *Special Notes on Empty Desks*... go take a gander? Thanks for reading.. and who do you think is talking? who took a shot for who?
