It was a beautiful Saturday night. Cody and Bailey were on the sky deck looking at the stars.

"I love nights like these," Bailey said as she put her arm around Cody's back.

'Ow! Ow!' He thought to himself. Even though it had been a few days since he was beaten up, he was still in alot of pain. He had told Bailey that he had fallen down, but he pretended that his injuries weren't serious.

"I do to," He replied.

"I think you can see every star that exists."

"Uh-huh."

"Cody, is something wrong? You've been quiet tonight."

"No, I'm fine. Just enjoying our time together."

Bailey smiled and wrapped her other arm around him, "I love you," She said as she gave him a hug.

Cody gasped.

"What's wrong?" She asked as she pulled back quickly.

"I'm okay."

"No you're not! What's wrong?"

"It's just I'm still a little sore from falling is all."

"Oh my God! Why didn't you tell me? I must have been killing you!"

Cody smiled, "It's fine. I promise."

He was lying. If anything, he felt worse. Although his nose had almost completely healed, his back and stomach felt awful. Every time he took a deep breath he felt as if it was going to be the last breath he ever took. Even though the bruises hurt, his insides hurt even worse.

Bailey sighed, "Well, we better go to our cabins. It's getting late."

"I'll walk you to your room."

"No you won't! You go back to your room and rest. I'll be fine."

Cody laughed, "Yes Ma'am."

They gave each other a kiss and went their separate ways.

Woody was already asleep when Cody got to his room. He quietly went into the bathroom, got a shower, then laid down.

It was hard for him to get to sleep, but he finally did.

He suddenly woke up at 2 a.m.. He could barely breathe. Every breath was becoming harder and harder to take.

"Woody! Woody!" He called out in a panic. He was trying to yell but it was only coming out as a whisper, "Woody! Woody!" He forced himself to take a deep breath, which made the pain worse, "Woody!" He yelled.

"What? What's wrong?" Woody said as jumped up.

"I can't breathe!"

Woody ran to turn on a light. "What happened?"

"I... Can't... Breathe."

Woody called the emergency number and within one minute there were three men arriving to take care of him. They laid him on a stretcher and put an oxygen mask on him.

"I'm gonna go get his brother," Woody said to one of them as they began taking Cody to the hospital on the ship.

Woody banged on Zack's door. "What!" Zack said angrily as he opened the door.

"Cody just got taken to the hospital. He couldn't breathe. We need to get down there now."

Zack, who was only wearing pajama bottoms, didn't even go to get a shirt. He just slammed the door behind him and followed Woody.

"How may I help you?" The receptionist said at the front desk.

"I'm looking for my brother. He was just brought in."

"I need his name."

"Cody Martin."

She slowly typed his name in on the computer.

"Oh come on! You can't get that many people in one night! He came right through here. He looks just like me! You must have seen him!"

She glared at him, "He's still in with the doctor. You'll have to wait out here for a few minutes."

"Now that wasn't so hard was it?"

Zack and Woody sat down.

"What happened?" Zack asked Woody.

"He woke me up and told me he couldn't breathe... I told him he should have gone to the doctor the day it happened."

"The day he fell?"

"Uh.. Yeah."

"Was it really that bad? I mean, he made it seem like it was a simple fall."

"It wasn't so simple."

"What do you mean?" Zack asked curiously.

"Nothing."

"You're hiding something. What happened?"

"I promised I wouldn't tell."

"I don't care what you promised! Tell me what happened!"

Woody sighed, "Some guys beat him up in the bathroom the other day. It was over that rumor about him and Bailey. They punched him,and kicked him in the stomach and the back."

"Oh my God!" Zack replied in shock, "Who did it?"

"I don't know. He never told me."

The doctor came out to the waiting room, "I'm guessing you're Cody' brother, Zack?" He said as he came up to Zack.

"Yes," Zack replied as he and Woody stood up.

"I'm Dr. Glen Taylor," He said as he shook their hands. "Your brother was beat up pretty bad. He told me that he fell, but his injuries don't match a fall."

"How is he?" Zack asked impatiently.

"He has three broken ribs, which is why he couldn't breathe, but he is going to be okay. I'm going to keep him here for the rest of the night, then I'll release him. He'll need alot of rest when he gets out."

"Thank you so much," Zack said, "Can I go see him?"

"For a minute. I gave him some medication to get to sleep, so he might just fall asleep on you. He's in room 104. Right down the hall," He told Zack as he pointed down the hallway.

"Do you want me to wait on you?" Woody asked Zack.

"No, I'll be fine. Thanks."

Zack walked into Cody's hospital room, "Hey."

Cody looked over to him, "Hi," He replied weakly.

"How are you feeling?"

"Tired."

Zack saw how weak his brother looked. He was originally going to go inside the room and ask Cody why he lied to him, but he decided to let it go, "You scared the crap out of me."

"I scared the crap out of me too," Cody replied with a weak laugh.

Zack sat down in the chair beside Cody's bed, "Does it hurt?"

"It did until whatever the doctor put in this IV started working."

Zack laughed. "I thi..." He stopped when he looked over to Cody who was fast asleep, "Well, that was fast."

"Zack... Zack!" Dr. Taylor whispered as he shook Zack's shoulder.

Zack jumped, "Huh?"

"You fell asleep in the chair. You've been here all night."

"I have?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"Yes, you have. Why don't you go to your cabin? Cody will be fine."

Zack nodded, "Alright," He got up, walked to the door, then turned back to the doctor, "Don't tell him I stayed here okay?"

Dr. Taylor laughed, "Okay."

Zack rubbed his neck as he walked back to his room, 'Not a good idea to fall asleep in a chair that is half your size,' He thought to himself.

He went to get his key out of his pocket, then remembered that he didn't have his key... Or any pockets.

He knocked on the door, "Sam, are you in there?"

A few seconds later Sam opened the door. The second Zack walked inside he began coughing, "What is that?" He asked between coughs, "Are you smoking pot?"

"The best of!" Sam replied.

"It's 9a.m.!"

"So? Since when does that matter?"

"It stinks," Zack replied.

"So join me and you won't notice," Sam said as he handed Zack a joint.

"I don't want this," Zack said as he handed it back.

Sam sighed, "I know what you're thinking. I know you want to try it. You're just afraid."

"I'm not afraid."

"Really? Then try it."

Zack stared at Sam for a few seconds, not sure what to do.

"That's what I thought," Sam said with a laugh.

"Give it to me!" Zack exclaimed as he took the joint from Sam.

He stood there, just looking at it.

"Well, go on," Sam said, impatiently waiting.

Zack put it to his mouth and inhaled.

Now we're getting to the good stuff (writing that seems so wrong)haha! It's actually the really bad stuff... But that's how the story is supposed to be so it's good! I don't know why I just wrote that. Anyway, I'm enjoying writing these chapters more and more! Also, not that this is close to being finished, but I've already got ideas for my next story. My last two stories, Survival and Shattered, got such great reviews that I will be continuing with that story. But I will not start that until this one is finished. I'm also not sure what I will name it but once I have more info on it I will post:) Thanks for reading and reviewing:)