Haha here Ves. Fine. I'll fail History because of you.

Thanks Turtle 3 Never thought of that word either, but I suppose it does work.

No time jump.

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Lamont stared questioningly at his friend's laughing face.

"W-Worth…?" Lamont took a second to process what the hell was happening.

The man on the desk coughed out another laugh, and shot something between a smile and a smirk to the gaping black haired man standing over him.

"Shut yer mouth…hehe-" He coughed again, wincing in obvious pain.

Okay, so he was shot and dying…. Lamont swallowed, collecting reality in his mind.

"Ya look like a fuckin' fish." Worth finished his sentence.

"So….What? You're fine? You're gonna live, then?" As Lamont took his worry and stress from his mind and body, it slowly formulated into annoyance at the blonde's care free consciousness.

"Hehe, yeah Monty. 'm fine" Worth went to prop himself up on his shoulders, but Lamont quickly slugged the bony shoulder, making the doctor fall back flat against the desk.

"Ow! Th' 'ell Lamont?" Worth coughed again, a little bit of blood sputtering onto his shirt.

"You had me worried sick!" Lamont's tone startled Worth, who resorted to adjusting himself accordingly to the larger man's blow.

"I thought I was gonna lose my best friend to a dumbass with a forty five!" Lamont continued, shaking.

"And all you can say is yer fine?" Lamont felt the prickling at his tear ducts again as Worth just watched.

Worth had no idea how to respond. He had been conscious ever since Lamont had started patching his chest up, but hadn't spoken up when the man had resorted to patching his friend up himself.

"….Monty." Worth finally addressed after Lamont had started streaming tears. He knew, even though Lamont his them, poorly though, by the shaking of his shoulders and in the way he shrugged his shoulders and covered his face with his left hand.

"Lamont." Worth swung his legs over the side, sitting on the thickly built desk. He winced, and ignored the slight burning in his chest. He knew that he should not sit up, but Worth believed that the well being of his friend was more important than a stray bullet floating around in his chest.

Lamont sniffed and wiped his tears away. "What?" His voice was cold.

"….I'm sorry." Worth sighed.

"What was the pause for?" Lamont questioned, wanting any sort of apology from the doctor to be sincere.

"What th' hell 'r you talkin about? I'm fuckin sorry! What more d'ya want from me?" Worth snapped

Silence fell over the room once again. Lamont and Worth just stared at each other, Lamont glared, pressing Worth against the empty air behind the doctor. They stayed like this until Worth doubled over, coughing blood up all over the carpet.

Worth had opened his mouth to say something, when he began coughing violently, and fell from his wooden perch. Lamont gave Worth a glance, but wasn't in the mood for a joke. Worth coughed again, this time with blood bubbling from his mouth. Lamont hurried to his friend's side, reverting back into the state of mind he had been in already for an hour. Something wasn't right.

"Worth? Worth what's wrong?" He tried, but the doc had resorted to hyperventilating, eyes half open.

"C-Ca…bre-" Worth gagged through his rapid breaths.

"Then shut up and focus on getting air!" Lamont snapped. Worth and landed on his side, for te first time clearly revealing his back. There was a large distinct crimson stain in the middle of the thin back. An exit wound. The bullet went all the way through him!

Lamont lifted Worth's shirt, much to the doctor's disapproval. "Worth, shaddup if ya want me to help you."

He didn't wait for an answer before he wiped the blood way from the back wound and taped it up. The air had been getting into the chest cavity, throwing the pressure off. One of Worth's lungs had been collapsing.

Except, Worth wasn't recovering. He wasn't even breathing anymore.

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Chapter four~

-Jazz