Shawn drove his motorcycle solemnly down the highway as he thought about the events of the night.

Just a few hours ago he was supposed to have a nice dinner with his father. He arrived at his house, with no clue as to why he was there, until he got inside. Apparently Henry had been going out with a woman (Lucile, he learned after noticing a sterling silver necklace of the name around her neck) for over a month now, and his father decided just now to tell him.

Shawn had never been fond of the thought of any other woman, rather than his mother, being with his dad. He'd been with a few different ladies over the years, but always had the decency to tell him. It got heated right after Henry said that the reason he didn't tell him was that he thought he was being too childish as of late, and that he didn't think he could handle it maturely.

"I think I'm just going to go" Lucile said shyly.

"Yeah, I think that'd be best" Shawn stated coldly, eyes not leaving from his father.

After the door closed behind her, Henry started yelling at him for ruining things and overreacting.

Shawn huffed out a laugh void of humor, "Overreacting? You've been with this lady for over a month, and you decide just NOW to tell me?!"

"I do have a life outside of you, Shawn. Have you ever thought that not everything has to include you?"

"Yeah, I sure as hell wasn't included when you and mom decided to split up." Shawn said, with a tinge of hurt in his voice that flew right over Henry's head.

That was the last straw for Henry. "Maybe if you were never born your mother and I would still be together!" He yelled.

The fury fled from Shawn's eyes. He didn't really mean that, did he? Of course he did, he said it.

Usually Shawn would have retorted with some hurtful comment to have the last word, but this time he just fled with tears in his eyes.

He knew his father and him had never really seen eye to eye, but did he really wish he had never been born? No, he said that he might still be with his mother if he'd never been born. But that's basically the same thing, right? He knew his father didn't want to get the divorce, and that he still cared for his mother, so maybe he really would be happier if he'd never been born.

So here he was, driving aimlessly for the past 3 hours, and almost out of gas.

He pulled off the highway as soon as an exit with a gas station came up.

He drove up and parked, realising that he had not actually had dinner, like he was planning to with his father. Shawn went inside and started looking around for something to tide him over until he got back to his apartment.

He was about to settle for a honeybun when a rough looking guy walked through the doors. Shawn was about to go back to his honeybun choosing when he saw the man reach for a gun tucked in the back of his jeans.

Now Shawn had always been a "act now, think later" kind of person, so he did the first thing his instincts told him to.

He fast walked up to the guy and placed his hand on the gun he was reaching for. He leaned in close and whispered in the man's ear.

"Hey, buddy. Do you really think you want to do this? You got your whole life ahead of you. Just leave now and I won't say anything."

The man calmed and Shawn backed away. He looked like he was about to leave the store when he whipped around and fired his pistol.

Shawn then felt a lot of pressure in his chest, and then the pain came.

He heard the man yelling at the cashier. "You want the same thing to happen to you, huh? No? Then put the money in the bag."

Shawn laughed at that in his head. 'How more movie-cliche could he possibly get?'

He was guessing that the guy got what he wanted, because he was leaving now and there were no more shots fired.

There were sirens in the distance, and a cloth being pushed down on his chest.

"Hang in there, buddy. The ambulance is almost here."

He was guessing that was the cashier. He sounded like a nice guy, maybe they could get a drink or something after this.

Then there were people lifting him onto a stretcher. Where did the time go? Didn't the robber just leave? He was probably drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Male, early thirties, shot to the chest."

"Sir, can you open your eyes?"

"Can you tell me your name?"

Shawn felt really tired right now, couldn't these questions wait till later?"

"Sir?"

Guess not.

He took in a shuddered breath and blinked his eyes open to bright lights. "My name's Shawn."

"Good, Shawn. My name is Laura. I just need you to stay awake and sit tight. Can you do that for me?"

Shawn nodded, even though he could really use a nap right now.

After about half a minute he couldn't stay awake any longer. He heard some beeping and people shouting at each other, but that didn't matter.

He gets to take his nap now.