Hey guys! I'm soooooooooooooo sorry I haven't updated in so long, but I've got like fifty billion stories goin' on at once and I like to have no time any more! Gah! But, anyhow, here's the next chapter! Enjoy!

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"corn dog! Corn dog! Yummy yummy yummy!" Evan sang as we walked into the cafeteria.

"You think they'll have real corn-dogs today, or just those weird green things?" Patrice asked.

"Green things. I can almost guarantee it." I muttered as my face scrunched up in pain.

"Oh my gosh Archie! Are you okay?" Patrice asked, noticing my change of mood.

"Yeah, I'm fine. My stupid leg's just cramping again."

I gave a cheesy smile, "No worries."

"Whatever you say," Evan said, spinning Patrice down the floor. They didn't seem to notice everyone staring at them, but I did.

"Guys, get a room!" I shouted to them. They then noticed other's fixed stares, and politely sat down beside me.

"We have gym today, right?" I asked as they got settled.

"Yep. Dodge-ball central, comin' your way." Evan replied, crumpling a piece of paper and throwing it to the sky.

"OMG! I totally just got something on my shirt! Move your stupid crutch, crippie!"

Lucy. She had tripped over my crutch, and landed in an access pile of ketchup on the floor. Brett approached, and seeing that his girlfriend was yelling at me, he decided to join in. Oh goodie.

"What'd you do to my girlfriend?" he asked shoving my shoulder, and sending my back into the table ledge.

I let out a slight whimper of pain, but then returned with a terrible scowl.

"I said, what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything, retard."

"You're the retard! You can't even walk!"

"Shut up. Shut the heck up."

"Oh look, crippie's getting' mad!" he taunted.

I would not stand for this. I pulled myself up shakily on the table, lunged forward, and in one swift motion punched Brett in the nose, and fell to the floor.

Brett stumbled backwards and was caught by Lucy, but when I fell, I hit the ground so hard that my body bounced.

I felt Patrice caress my head. She was saying something, and I couldn't quite make it out. My eyes slipped shut and my mind went blank.

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My eyes flashed open for a moment, then closed quickly.

"Archie!" two voices chimed. I opened my eyes a little slower this time, and say Evan and Patrice standing over me.

"Hospital?" I asked quizzically.

"oh yes." said Evan, "You scared the living crap outta us!"

"Okay, what where you thinking?" Patrice yelped.

"What?" I asked. I was still in a daze.

"When you punched Brett! He's out to kill you!"

"oh, that. I don't know that I was thinking about that one."

"Smooth, slick," Evan mocked.

"Shut up."

I heard the door crack open, and a nurse walked in.

"Hey Archie, glad to see you're up," she said. Just about everyone knew me here, since I was always here for tests and crap. A home away from home, of sorts.

"Am I gonna live?" I asked, over-dramatically.

"I'm afraid not," she replied in the same joking manner. If they where making jokes, I must be fine.

"Oh, longed for the world, huh?"

"Yep."

"How long do I have?"

"Can't be sure. Maybe, ten years tops?"

We both knew that I was dying, and that right now, I was fine. The nurses and doctors loved how I joked around with the inevitable. I liked it too. It helped me not worry too much.

"Let me guess, you need... blood work, right?"

"I think that means you've been here too long, buddy."

I held out my arm to her.

"ya know, I almost bet I could do that at this point."

"maybe we'll let you try someday."

I then turned to Patrice and Evan. Patrice was used to seeing doctors and nurses with me, but Evan looked quite shocked.

"Evan, you okay?" Patrice asked him.

"yeah..." he replied.

I need to stop dwelling on this part. I'm sure I'm boring you.

Well, I was discharged the next day, and we all went to my house to hang out, watch a movie or something. To fight boredom with a magical thing called PlayStation!

Evan put the game in the console, as I searched for an extra controller.

"got it!" I shouted to them.

"sweet!" replied Patrice, "Popcorn's almost done!"

Yes, popcorn and video games. The best combination, ever.

"Hurry up guys! The games a' loadin'!" Evan called.

I limped onto the living room.

"I don't think 'hurry up' would do much." I said sarcastically. I love tormenting my friends. In a good way.

"Oh, yeah, sorry."

"It's cool." I replied, sitting down on the couch. Patrice came in not long after with a giant bowl of popcorn in her arms.

"You guys ready?" she asked, flopping down beside me, a bit too hard.

"Heck yeah!"

" so, what game is this?"

"Zombie Slasher 2!" Evan cried excitedly.

"I love this game!"

"me too!"

As the game loaded onto the screen, we each go in our positions. I sat on the right end of the couch, Patrice on the left, and Evan on the floor. We had the popcorn bowl semi-balanced on his head.

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Ta-Da! No worries, there's more to come. Thanks for the, let's count, one review I got! No, I'm serios, Thank you! Makes my day! Please please please please please please please please please, review! Okay, Archie, say hi!

Archie: Hi? How the heck did I get here?

Light: Beat's me! While, you're here, do the disclamer!

Archie: Why?

Light: I have Star Trek commic books...

Archie: Really?

Light: uh hu...

Archie: LightIsTheKey14 doesn't own 13 the musical, or Playstation, or Zombie Slasher 2. Is that all?

Light: Yep.

Archie: can I see those comic books now?

Light: I just said I had them, never said you could see them... Mwhahahaha!

Thanks peeps! XD -LightIsTheKey14