"What would you do Shawn? What would you do if it was your best friend?" Alice Bundy's words had stayed in Shawn Spencer's mind for the past four years. He had thought about it when Gus had been stuck in that bank, he'd thought about it when Mr. Yin had come out to play and he was thinking about it now as he sat in this stupid hospital next to Gus' bed. What would he do? Shawn rubbed his hands over his face and thought about this morning and how if he had known it could possibly be the last time he talked with his best friend things might have played out differently.

"Shawn I am not bailing out on my route today just so you can go to the police station and flirt with Juliet." Gus snapped at his friend. "We have six new products out and I need to get them into the doctor's hands before five today."

"Dude, we just need to swing by and pick up our check." Shawn almost whined. "It'll be fast."

"You mean the check for the $1.37 we were refunded for the snicker's bar you bought while we were on a case last week?" Gus asked, snapping his samples case closed.

"Exactly, I was thinking we could swing by pick it up, we'll get another snicker's with the money and then you can go on your merry way of peddling ointments and pills." Shawn explained.

"Except that when we swing by, you'll either barge into a case that isn't ours or you'll think Juliet's hair is particularly wonderful today and spend hours at the station. Forget it Shawn, I have a job to do." With that Gus left the Psych office, slamming the door behind him.

"Shawn?" Juliet came into the room tentatively. Shawn turned to look at the detective. It was Saturday and she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Normally he would have said something about how nice she looked or compared her to a character from a TV show he had watched as a kid. Today he just didn't feel like it. He'd been at the hospital all night. He hadn't shaved or even changed his clothes, which were muddy from having to ride his bike in the rain since Gus had taken the blueberry with him. "Shawn?" Juliet repeated herself when he didn't respond.

"Hey Jules," Shawn's voice was quiet, the usual spark of excitement about life gone. He didn't even look over to Juliet. He just stared at the bed where his best friend was hooked up to, what seemed like, every machine in the hospital.

"Shawn, your dad called the station. He says you haven't been answering your phone." Juliet came further into the room.

Shawn dug his phone out of his pocket and showed Juliet a blank screen. "The battery died yesterday, that's why…." Shawn trailed off.

"That's why Gus couldn't call you." Juliet finished for him. She hesitantly reached out a hand and placed it on Shawn's shoulder.

"What happened?" Shawn, wasn't sure if he was asking Juliet or himself.

Juliet slowly sank into the chair next to Shawn. "That's what we were hoping you could tell us. We tracked down the last office he was supposed to have visited. They said Gus never showed up for his appointment." Juliet noticed Shawn's shoulders tighten as she relayed the details of what they knew to him.

"He was just lying there," Shawn murmured after a while. "They pulled him out of the car, and he was just lying there." Shawn buried his head in his hands.

"We're doing a recreation of the accident. We will find out what happened." Juliet promised him. When Shawn didn't respond to her, Juliet slipped quietly out of the room.

It was a few hours before Shawn stirred. The sky was dark outside and the hospital quiet, except for the constant buzz and whir of the machines. Shawn looked at Gus lying in the bed. He had never expected anything like this to happen. Gus was supposed to outlive him or they were going to die together in a fiery crash. Then there would be a montage of pictures at the funeral accompanied by You've Got a Friend in Me. Shawn wasn't supposed to be sitting in a hospital next to Gus, when Gus didn't even know he was here. There was a soft knock at the door and Shawn looked up to see a nurse standing in the doorway.

"Visiting hours are over, Mr. Spencer." She told him softly. Shawn nodded and then nurse left to let Shawn say good-bye in private.

Shawn stood, wincing as his body protested the movement after being still all afternoon. He reached out his fist and gently bumped Gus' hand lying on the blanket. "Don't worry, buddy. I'll figure this out." Shawn whispered and headed for the door. Alice Bundy's words were pounding in his brain.

"What would you do, Shawn? What would you do if it was your best friend?"