"You saved me..." he said. And then I was floating in dark, water. I couldn't see anything, couldn't feel, taste, or smell anything, and the only thing I could hear was the growing roaring in my ears...but I think I was making that sound up myself. It was all psychological, really. I knew I must be dead, but my subconscious hadn't grasped that yet. I worked on relaxing enough to actually pass on, trying to convince myself I was dead, that it was all finally over...and that Nick was safe.
Oh, Nick. I'm so sorry I made you go through all of that for no reason at all...I never meant to kill you...not really. I just wanted to ruff you up...make you hurt! Hurt like I hurted everyday!! I wanted to make you hurt for calling me broken...because you were right, and God damn it, you knew it. You were cocky about it, I remember. And then you said that smart-ass comment!!! I was so...so angry. Not at you, really, at the irony of the moment. There you were, lying on the ground covered in your own blood, and yet, you still called me the broken one!! And you were STILL fucking right!
It doesn't matter now, though, because I'm dead, and I will never cause you pain again, I promise. I promise you that, Nick. Just, please do me one thing. There's only one thing in this whole world that I need now, and I need it from you...take care of Victor. Make sure he does not grieve for me for too long. I'm done causing him pain, too. Make sure he grows up to be more like you, Nick, and less like me. That's all I need from you, and I can pass in peace. I know you will do this for me, because you are a good person.
I wish I could've known you, so that you could have saved me, instead of me saving you from myself. Maybe, if we had had more time, we would've become friends. I could've been a better person, and lived. But, it's much too late to grieve for myself and my wasted life now. There's no point to it! I just hope you can keep being the good person you are. And I hope I can find the peace I need now.
Wait a minute! Wait! I can see something now! I see...a room...Oh! I'm lying down, looking at the ceiling! I must still be in the hospital! I'm not dead! This is...so weird! I thought for sure I was going to die! The hospital must have saved me! There's a doctor, he'll explain what happened. "Hello? Can you tell me what happened to me?" That's odd. He just ignored me. Why did he ignore me? I'll just go get his attention. Hey, my bullet wound's gone! Oh well, I will ask this doctor how long I've been out. "Hey? What's going on right now? How long have I been unconscious? Hello? Hello?! Why are you ignoring me?!" Why would he ignore me? I poke him, he doesn't even flinch! I shout, he says nothing! What could this mean?! Wait...oh God!