Chapter 4

Syl awoke with a start. Sitting up quickly in a cold sweat she looked around to see if there was anything to place the blame of this on, but there wasn't. She could only hope that she did not scream in her sleep.

Something was wrong though. Someone had to have happened because it awoke her and made her heart race. She got off the couch and went into the bedroom where Zack sat at the end of the bed playing with the game. Apparently it still worked, that she could see, only it hardly worked for Krit. Maybe it didn't like him?

She took a seat against the headboard with her knees to her chest and watched him play the racing game and win with first place.

Maybe he had played it before?

"You alright?" he asked turnig around to look at her over his shoulder.

She shook her head and said truthfully, to her gut feeling, "Something's wrong."

He gave her a questionable look.

Her cellphone rang and she grabbed it up faster than anything she ahd ever done before. The identifyier said Krit's number so she pushed talk and put it to her ear.

"Bay, you alright?" she asked hurridly.

"Is this Krit's wife?" someone than Krit said on the other end of the line.

It wasn't Krit, it wasn't Krit on Krit's phone.

"Who the hell is this?" she demanded with Zack looking on just as aware as she was starting to feel.

"My name is Palph, and I'm a worker with your husband. We were on the shipping dock and we was moving a box from a truck and lost conciosuness right then and there and fell off the ramp with the box. He didn't look too good so we called an ambulance, but they have not arrived yet and no one has-" Ralph stopped. She heard quiet then the phone call ended.

"Fuck, man! Fuck!" She shioved her phone into her pocket and wiped her eyes.

"What?" Zack questioned. The tv was already off and he was ready to do whatever he had to do.

"I was right, we have to go. Krit fell off the ramp because he lost consciousness. He's not responsive so they called him an ambulance."

Zack and she left the apartment immediately taking her car. She would not let him behind the wheel and fought to the death for it.

Driving in the night she was glad that it was dark because she was so pissed and upset. She knew her eyes were red and running tears even if she didn't make a sound, or control that action. She drove over the speed limit and didn't care and was glad that Zack did not say a word.

She knew she was not supposed to drive in the back but she did and parked there. Out of the car quickly she was glad that the ambulance still hadn't arrived. She went over to the group gathered and pushed through. Krit was sitting up with heavy eyes. He was pale and in his hand he clutched something tight.

"Bay, you alright?"

He nodded.

"Let's go home," she whispered.

He nodded again.

"No, there's an ambulance coming, this is work related. He needs to get checked out." The oldest man said very wound up. He was so wound up he even looked angry, his dark eyes bored right into her.

"Fuck you, okay!" he voice betrayed her. The anger, the hurt inside of her, it all broke loose. With speed she had him by the shirt until strong callused hands made her release. She saw that it was Zack.

"You're not helping my brother by starting shit here," she said knowing that she would play along.

But even though she picked up on that she ahd so much she wanted to say to him and where he could stick that statement.

Krit was standing by now. She held out her hand and he took a hold. They all loaded into Syl's car with Krit laying in the back seat.

Everything was screwed up. Krit's job though, she knew she screwed that up. She just had to fix it, fix everything and make it all go back to the way it was. But she couldn't think of that right now. She needed head space and she knew that the only way to get that was to go for a ride—but even with head space she didn't want to go it alone.

"Mind going for a ride?" she asked Zack, not really caring what his answer was as she took the left fork in the road and headed into the north, country land. There were only trees and road.

"Yeah, alright, but what about Krit?" he said taking a look at his brother in the backseat.

"I don't care what Krit wants," she spoke low but harshly. She turned on the radio to the station of ninty nine point nine and turned the volume up as song ended and a familiar song came on and flashed déjà-vu on her. It was Zack's song, the one he didn't want her to change so long ago. She couldn't change it because it was his; a little piece of him.

She knew that Jondy liked, no loved Zack. She didn't have to say, but Syl knew that she waited for Zack and wanted him to be with her, but it was so hard.

She had so much to be thankful for because she had Krit, but he was sick and anything could happen. Anything.

She susddenly felt bad for speaking like the way she did. She didn't feel bad about what she said, but just the way she said it.

A normal person would be so lost in the dark, but she zoomed right along because she could see and she was trying to speed her troubles away.

Zack's song was over and a new one started up, but before she could turn it up and sing she had to get something off her chest. She turned the volume down.

"Zack I'm sorry about jumping down your throat. The reason I said that was because I know Krit wouldn't want me to be away from him because I can't be away from him."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw that he gave one curt nod.

With that out of the way she turned the radio back up and sang along, "Don't think I'm not, you're feeling good in somebody's spot, getting hot-" she didn't care that she couldn't sing either.

Syl drove around the country side and then drove back to the apartment. There awoke Krit who could hardly keep his eyes open, so she guided him in and went straight to the bedroom, to the bed which he didn't budge.

She left the room and went into the living room here Zack was sitting and looked at him, look at her, only his expression remained hard to her tearful eyes which started the lsoe of control, which made her bottom lip quiver.

"It's not fair," she cried. She sat down on the couch and put her face in her hands. Why couldn't he just get better? Why did he just get worse? Why was he so sick? She couldn't bring him to a doctor, they wouldn't understand. They'd deem him a science project and take him apart piece by piece.

And she couldn't help because nothing worked. Nothing.

If he died she'd be totally, completely lost because she needed him. He was her life and they were supposed to be together forever.

Forever.

So why couldn't it be?

"It's not fair," she cried again. Zack moved over next to her. She didn't know if he was going to comfort her, but she went right into his chest and leaned right there and cried. With her hands curled to her chest she felt his arms encircle her tightly and his chin rested on her head. She knew he didn't feel things, she thought that by the way he faced the world, but to give her the comfort she needed to feel meant a lot to her.

"You might want to consider what you are going to do next?"

"Next?" she mumbled.

"When Krit is not here anymore."

And when that came from him she couldn't' move, nor could she breath until it hit home in her head and she let out an eardrum shattering scream and cried louder than she had ever done before.