The next day Ian awoke in a cold sweat. Prior to his shaken awaken, he was having an awful nightmare. He dreamed that Blondie had done the unthinkable and took his own life and that it was all his fault. Guilt. That's all that Ian felt. He felt terrible about what he had said to Blondie. He had to apologize. There was a huge problem though, how was he going to get out of that stupid hospital? His nurse was up his ass day and night. It was a blessing that she wasn't in there to see his humiliating encounter with Blondie. But there was no way that he was going to be out if her sight long enough for him to sneak out. She probably only looked after him so much because she felt sorry for him. But he didn't need her sympathy. He got this far without a real guardian and he wasn't going to start needing charity now. He was ready to plan out his escape when he heard the door creak open.

'Oh no! Is it Blondie?!' he thought and began to panic. It wasn't. It was his nurse. Of course.

"Oh, Ian", she began, "you're already awake. I just came in to check in on you. Is everything okay, dear?"

"Yeah, I'm just fine." that's what he said but it wasn't true. He needed to get out and get it out now. He had to apologize to Blondie. He couldn't afford to lose his best and only friend.

"Is there anything I can help you with, dear", she said and she moved closer. "Anything?" this time she put more emphasis on the word. Ian was a bit confused at first and tried to figure out what she meant. He was lost in his own thoughts until he felt his stomach drop. She was rubbing her hand on his leg. What the hell?! She was well over 30, what kind of sicko would do such a thing?! Ian began to panic.

"W-what the hell are you doing!" he shrieked.

"Oh, come on, Ian. You know you like it" she smirked as she moved her hand closer and closer to his groin.

"N-n..." He began, but was unable to muster any more words. He heard a moan escape from his own mouth and received a pleased look from his nurse.

She reached for the buttons on his pants and began to unbutton them both one by one and started to pull at his waistband.

"N-NO!" he finally said, a lot louder. He kicked her off of his and made a hasty escape. He ran hallway after hallway until he finally reached the front desk area.

"Sir what are you do-" he heard from the reception desk, but didn't get the chance to answer. He ran like he had never ran before. He finally stopped after two blocks when he reached a gas station. He finally stopped and sat on the curb. He was breathing so heavily. He wasn't used to so much exercise. It was kind of embarrassing how out of shape he was. He looked at his surroundings and in the distance he could see a hunting shack. There were definitely guns in there. 'Should I go in?' he thought, 'Should I just end it all now?' He remembered all the terrible things he had said to Blondie the day before. That was it. He had completely forgotten about apologizing and began to make his way to the store. He walked down the hot, gravely road until he finally reached the entrance. He went in.

Then he saw it.

Blondie, in the back, where no one could see him, with a gun pressed to his head.