Chapter 2
The private room the boys had congregated in was silent, completely still , 2 of them standing, one of them in a wheel chair, gazing down at the still body that lay in the only bed.
Rick had never seen the punk looking so small, the body that was so full of life simply lay there, absolutely still apart from the ragged rising and falling of his chest. His bright orange hair had fallen out of their usual spikes and instead hung by his face, contrasting with the pale, almost white skin.
Rick rolled his wheelchair a little closer so it was next to the bed. 'What…what's wrong with him' he asked. 'the doctors reckon he got full impact because he was at the front of the bus,' Neil answered gently, he then frowned, 'it was weird though cos his body was found meters away from the bus…' but Rick wasn't listening, and as he looked at the suddenly fragile body he felt a wave of guilt rush through him. This was all his fault! If he hadn't stolen the bus then Vyv wouldn't have driven it off the cliff.
Neil noticed Ricks shoulders starting to heave, and motioned to mike it would probably be best to leave, and they did so, tactfully ignoring the tears that had begun to fall into Ricks lap.
Rick had no idea how long he sat there silently crying over the sheer unfairness of it all. one minute he was sitting in half darkness and the next he woke up with his head on Vyvians bed, a soft beam of light shining through the blinds and catching the punks face. Something was different though…Rick studied his face until he realised. Vyvians stars were missing; the 4 stars that were usually embedded into the punk's forehead had disappeared; only to be replaced by 4 red star shaped patches where Vivian had stuck them on with what was probably industrial strength glue. Rick sat up and reached forward, the tips of his fingers gently touching one of the rough patches of skin on Vyvs forehead. Rick felt a sudden wave of anger; Vyvian would be FURIOSE if he knew that the doctors had removed his stars. Abandoning Vyvian momentarily Rick looked round, then opened a small bedside cupboard and found what he was looking for. He bent down to grab its contents but then hissed in pain and sat up, ow his chest hurt…he rubbed the burnt skin gently through his hospital gown momentarily, then with gritted teeth bent down to retrieve the cupboards contents ignoring the burning pain of his chest.
After he had sat up and taken a few deep breaths did Rick have the chance to look at what he had retrieved, there lying on his lap was Vivian's denim vest. Stroking the rough material Rick gave a small grin, Vyv would KILL him if he knew Rick had gone anywhere NEAR his jacket. He picked it up shaking it out when he heard a small 'chink' and felt something land in his lap, looking down he saw what he had been searching for, Vivians stars. Taking one in his hand he stared at it, rolling it over to look at it at every angle. Suddenly he saw the door handle open slightly, quick as a flash he grabbed the stars from his lap and wrapped them back up in the denim vest and shoved the bundle back in the cupboard. Just as the cupboard door shut a nurse entered, telling Rick he 'needed rest' and promptly wheeling him back to his room. As Rick sat in the hospital wheelchair watching the world go by, he felt something dig into his hand, opening it he saw the star he had picked up, well there was no chance of returning it now…he'd just have to look after it.
-Hi guys! this isnt the sort of story i usually write or would read, but please let me know what you think. despite the odd circumstances ive tried to keep to the characters, any suggestions please let me know!