Luke was shoved down quickly when Ryan had screamed. He was lying face down, his face shoved down in the dirt, as the large amount of bombs began to go off around him and Mr. King, who was now lying down on top of him. She had pushed him down when she heard her son scream, and now was protecting Luke's body from harm. He wanted to get up and go to Ryan to see if he was okay, but she wouldn't let him.

"Please Ms. King!" he shouted over the noise of the screaming and the bombs. "I need to get to Ryan!" She shook her head, and held him down. "Why won't you listen to me?"

"Because I don't want my son to loose the love of his life." she shouted back at him. Luke stopped struggling when he heard that.

"What did you say?" he yelled. She shook her head, and told him again. "What, how do you-"

"Ryan told me all about you two." she said, her eyes filling with tears. "And I think that it's great that you two are making each other happy." she wiped her eyes, and he looked at her in shock. "I'm really happy that he chose you to be with him for the rest of his life." Luke stared at her, unable to comprehend what she was saying.

"You know about us, and you aren't upset?" he asked cautiously. "When my parents found out, they were so mad, they threw me out of our house!" Ms. King shook her head, smiling.

"No matter what my son is doing," she said, her eyes full of tears. "Or who he is with, I'll be happy, no matter what it takes." Luke smiled, and gave her a hug.

"Thank you Ms. King." Luke said, smiling. "I don't know what my life would be like without him, and knowing that you agree with him, and didn't push him away, that makes me happy." Ms. King smiled, and nodded. She wiped the tears from her eyes. The second bomb went off, and Ms. King looked up, and Luke saw her face pale. "RYAN!" she screamed in terror. She got up in a panic, and began to run over to him. As she did, another bomb went off. Luke called out to her, but it was too loud for her to hear him. Luke watched in terror as a lead pipe flew towards her and impaled her through the head. She jerked, and fell to the ground, blood dripping down the pipe. Luke heard her scream, and he jumped up, his eyes wide with terror. He had a sudden memory about the guard that he had killed, and knew that she wouldn't survive this.

"MS. KING!" Luke screamed hysterically. He watched in horror as another bomb went off, dropping a large chunk of metal beam onto her back. Luke could hear the crack as the beam broke her back. Luke ran up to next to her, and knelt down. She looked over at Ryan, reached her arm towards him.

"Please...take...care...of...my...son...Luke," she said, each word a struggle. Luke nodded, tears streaming down his face. She looked up at the sky, smiling happily. Tears of happiness were falling down her cheeks, and into the earth below. "I...get...to...see...Frank...again." She looked back at Luke, her eyes filled with fear. "Promise...me...that," she coughed up some blood onto Luke's pants, and she collapsed on the ground. The tears had stopped coming now, she was dead, and with her beloved Frank again.

"No," he said, his voice quivering. "No, no, no, no, no. Oh my gods, this cannot be happening." Luke looked around at the scene around him with wide eyes, he stood up, began to take large and heavy breaths, and began to scream in horror. Behind him, another bomb went off, and caused small pieces of shrapnel to fly into the back of his right leg. Luke cried out in pain as he fell to the ground, holding his leg in agony. He slowly got up onto his hands and knees, and crawled his way over to Ryan. When he finally got there, he saw that the back of Ryan's head was bleeding severely, and there was a small chunk of brick with a splatter of blood covering the corner of it, resting next to him. Luke froze. The world began to seem like it slowed down as he stared at Ryan. He tried to find a pulse on Ryan, but found nothing. Luke felt his heart skip a beat, and he began to cry. He collapsed on laid on top of Ryan, and bawled as he held Ryan close.

"Ryan's dead," he cried out in fear. "Now I've lost him." He continued to cry on Ryan's chest, he felt like that he couldn't move on. He laid there for what felt like was forever. Luke soon began to cry himself to sleep, surrounded by the bodies of the twenty brave men and women who were trying to help save the city of New York.

Ryan groaned, and woke up slowly. He looked around the room, and noticed that he was in a hospital. The walls were white, and his bed sheets were white. Ryan's heart rate monitor was beeping slowly, and he noticed the IV that was sticking out of his arm. He looked over, and saw that there was another occupant in the neighboring bed.

"Luke!" Ryan cried out, his voice gravely and hoarse. He tried to get up, but realized soon after that it hurt to move. He touched the back of his head, wincing as he touched the gash he got from the debris from the bomb. "Luke, can you hear me?" He stirred, and slowly sat up in bed. He looked over at Ryan, and his eyes filled with tears. Luke let out a small shriek, and covered his mouth with his hand.

"You're not dead!" he sobbed, tears streaming down his face. "When I saw your body, I tried to find a pulse, like you told me to, but I-I," he began to cry again, and then quickly wiped his eyes. "I couldn't find your pulse, and I got so scared. I thought that I had lost you for good." Ryan smiled, and began to wipe the tears from his eyes as well.

"It's going to be okay baby," Ryan said calmly. "I'm alive, and that's all that mattered." Luke smiled, but soon his eyes began to fill with tears again.

"Ryan," he said quietly. "There's something that I need to tell you." He took a deep breath, and wiped his eyes. "Your mother is dead, and so is everyone else that was there. The bombs killed her." Ryan stopped, and just stared at Luke. "Ryan? Did you hear what I said?" Luke said, his voice full of concern. "Ryan, your mom is dead. I'm sorry that I was the one to tell you, but I thought it was better coming from me rather than a doctor or the police. She sacrificed herself to save both of us." Ryan looked at the door, and felt the tears well up in his eyes.

"She's dead?" he asked, his voice quivering. Luke nodded sadly, and looked away from Ryan, wiping his eyes clear of tears. "Why?" Ryan stared up at the ceiling. "Why are the gods so obsessed with me?" He screamed, his voice full of sadness and fury. "What did I do to deserve all of this pain?" He broke down into sobs, and Luke looked at him, his eyes full of concern.

"It's okay Ryan-" Ryan whipped his head over, and glared at Luke with a strange look in his eyes. Luke had never seen him like this, and honestly, it scared him.

"It's okay?" Ryan screamed at Luke, causing him to flinch. "Sure, it's easy for you to say. You've never had to loose anyone special to you." Luke started to say something, but Ryan cut him off. "I don't need your sympathy. I just want to be alone. I don't want to see the doctors, the police, and I especially don't want to see you." Luke felt like he had been slapped across the face, and watched in horror as Ryan threw the curtain that separated them shut. While Luke was sitting there, frozen, he heard Ryan sobbing hysterically, and cursing the gods for being cruel to him. Ryan had seemed to snap, and he didn't want anyone near him. Luke looked at the closed curtain in fear and terror, as if it was a demon coming to take him from this world.

"Ryan has never yelled at me. He barely raises his voice at me," he said to himself, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. "What happened to him?" Luke shook his head sadly, and slowly turned over to face the wall, trying to avoid the stitches that the doctors had just put in his leg, and he began to sob quietly to himself, until he slowly cried himself to sleep.

Ryan heard Luke sobbing in the bed next to him, but it sounded faint and far away. Ryan shook his head, and looked over at the table next to him. There were two things on the small table. There was a vase of white daises, Ryan's favorite flower, and a glass of water. He looked at the tag on the flowers, and smiled. In big, fancy lettering, he read.

Ryan. Please get better as soon as possible. I miss seeing your beautiful smile, and your caring eyes, and hearing your loving voice. I just want you to come back to me, so I can rest my head on your shoulders, and hear your voice as I fall asleep. Ryan stopped reading, and looked over at the curtain. He shook his head angrily, and continued to read the letter from Luke. I am so sorry that your mother has passed away, and I hope that you can survive this drastic event in time. As she was protecting my life from the terrorists, she told me something that I think that you are going to want to hear, so I am going to tell you that now. Your mother told me that she thinks that it is great that we are making each other very happy, and she is really happy that you chose me to be with you for the rest of your life. There were water marks from Luke's tears, but they didn't smudge up his elegant writing. I Just wanted you to know, that whatever happens, no matter what you think of me, or yourself, that I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Once again, I am terribly sorry about your mother and father, and I hope you can forgive me for being the bearer of bad news. Ryan felt tears welling up in his eyes as he continued to read. I hope you can find it in your heart to give us another chance. Love you forever and forever, Luke Williams. Ryan wiped the tears from his eyes, and he grabbed the glass of water, and took a drink. The water felt so good on his parched mouth, and he began to chug the rest of the water. He sighed, and wiped the excess off of his lips with the back of his hand. He wanted to rip back the curtain and kiss Luke for a very long time. But as he was about to do so, he suddenly realized that Luke had stopped sobbing, and he had begun to snore quietly. Ryan slowly pulled back the curtain, and smiled at him. He looked so peaceful, and almost angelic. Ryan began to cry silently, tears rolling down his face as he looked at him. He had been angry at Luke, but now all he wanted to do was cuddle up next to him and keep him safe forever.

"Thank you," he whispered. "And I'm sorry. For everything." Ryan wiped the tears from his eyes, and laid back on his pillow, and slowly fell asleep.