Life Goes On Long After the Thrill of Living Is Gone

Damian looked at he bloody knife Keith clutched in his right hand. Did Keith really just stab him? The bleeding hole on in his left shoulder would suggest it, but somehow he just couldn't believe it.

"What-Why?" Damian started finally tearing his eyes away from the knife to stare at Keith's face. He wished he hadn't. Keith's normally amazing blue eyes were a deep crimson. The cool surfer façade was completely gone and Keith looked like he had just stepped out of a mental facility. When did Keith get so many sharp teeth? "Keith why did you just stab me?' he cried trying to finish the sentence before Keith decided to give into his new bloodlust.

"Sorry Keith's not here right now.. You killed him."

"What Keith no you're not- you can't be-"

"What? Dead? How would you know Damian? How the fuck would you know?"

"Keith snap out of it! Keith snap out of it! Keith snap out of it!"

"No Damian YOU snap out of it and get the hell off of your high horse!" Keith said as he raised the knife to Damian's throat. "because if you don't there WILL be consequences."

"W-what do you want me to do?"

"Oh it's not what I want Damian, it's what HE wants." Damian followed Keith's gaze to a mysterious figure standing in the shadows.

"Well who's-" Damian started he stopped when he felt the sharp edge of Keith's knife cut through his throat.

"Don't ask questions." Keith said. Damian clutched his hands to his throat He stared at Keith through his increasingly blurring vision.

"K-e-ith…" Damian wheezed as he slowly slipped to his knees. Keith was laughing.

"Damian! Damian! Wake up! Please wake up!" someone was shaking him. "Damian you're cutting your throat! STOP! STOP! STOP!" someone was shouting and shaking him. Damian opened his eyes.

"Keith?"

"No sorry it's just me." Cameron said panting. Damian felt someone's hands on his throat. He made a squeal of protest. "Relax Damian it's only your hands." Cameron said gently releasing Damian's grip on his own throat. "but maybe your hands are all you need" Cameron said eyeing the blood on Damian's hands and throat. "Look Damo, if it's really bothering you this much than maybe you shouldn't have left Celtic Thunder." Damian was panting.

"Too late for that now.. Plus I WANT to be here with you, I WANT to be on Glee."

"You could have fooled me." Cameron said standing up. Damian felt terrible at how much pain Cameron must be feeling. "Look I'm gonna get a washcloth and clean you up and then we'll see how bad your cuts are. Do me a favor and stay awake." Cameron said as he walked out the door. Luckily Cameron had unpacked the bathroom supplies yesterday before Damian's flight had gotten in. He sighed as he reached for a washcloth. He had called Damian his long lost Irish brother and Damian had said that he really loved Cameron (in a brotherly way). So why wasn't Cameron enough to fill Keith's shoes?

"Because you are useless" the raspy voice of his second personality said.

"I don't think so."

"Give up the tough guy act. You know you are. Deep down you are still the pathetic loser that you've always been."

"I'll prove you wrong." Cameron said as he wet the washcloth and went back to Damian. He found Damian sitting up in bed.

"I ordered pizza about ten minutes ago. Are you hungry?" Cameron asked.

"No, but I should be."

"Would you please eat for me? I ordered 2 extra large pizzas and I do not want to be forced to eat it all myself. C'mon one even has ham and pineapple."

"Well you can't very well say no to ham and pineapple." Damian said cracking his first smile in two days. The smile was quickly replaced by a grimace. "I guess I really did scratch my throat huh."

"Yeah" Cameron said leaning in and gently cleaning the blood from Damian. "But I don't think you have anything to worry about this time. They don't look that bad. Here wash your hands." A knock came at the door. "That's probably the pizza. I'll be right back try not to die, okay?" he cracked a smile but his voice was completely serious.

"I'll do my best." Damian said.

Cameron walked to the door feeling a little better about Damian's condition. Damian reached over to the bed side table where he had tossed his phone the previous day. He took a breath and dialed Keith's number again. He got voicemail again. Cameron came back into the room with two plates piled high with pizza.

"Normally I would say no eating in the bedroom but given current circumstances I will bend the rules and I am not your mother. And I seriously doubt that I am going to get you to leave this bed AND eat all at once."

"baby steps"

"Yes baby steps"

"Cam?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

'Anything Damo"

"Who were you yelling at yesterday?" Cameron blushed and took a huge bite of the steaming pizza. He barely noticed how much it burned his mouth. He was too preoccupied with thinking up what to tell Damian. He decided with a version of the truth.

"Umm myself."

"Why were you yelling at yourself." Damian said looking at him with such concern that Cameron wanted to cry. This kid that hadn't gotten out of bed in two days, hadn't smiled, this kid that nearly killed himself was concerned for him.

"Umm well it's kind of a long, weird story."

"I've got time."

"Not now Damo maybe later, just know it is nothing to worry about."

"Why don't I believe you?"

" because you are a very mistrusting person?"

"That must be it." Damian attempted to smile but it felt very fake. Cameron must have bought it though and that's all that really matters.

ON A SIDE NOTE : I know this chapter did not end on a very exciting tone and I am sorry but I promise the next chapter will be Damian-tastic! I also know that Damian is not in the hospital yet, but give it time he will be. Timing Watson, Everything Is about timing! On a last, more depressing note nobody reviewed this story yet L I can't possibly know what I'm doing wrong if nobody tells me. .. .