I'd like to apologize for my spelling: my spell check's gone crazy! But I am proofreading them as much as I can. If I make a mistake, hell I'm just human. This one is ANGSTY AS HELL! And some of these are or will be very OOC too. There's not much I can do about it. I don't write them: they write themselves and twist what ever way they want to.

Please feel free to press that little review button in the corner~ Giftless

Hospital~ The Used

Panic over took Stein as he lay Spirit down on his lab table. The gunshot wound on his stomach matched the color of his hair as blood poured out.

"Spirit, stay with me. Are you awake?" The doctor struggled to keep a calm tone.

The scythe looked up at his partner, whimpering. His eyes were wide with fear. He wasn't afraid of death, no he was excited about death. That's what had possessed him to pull the trigger in the first place. Spirit was sick of living a lie. He loved Stein and no amount of hinting or attempts of making him jealous were working. That gun was his escape from Stein and yet it had somehow pulled him back to Stein anyway.

"-hear me? SPIRIT!" Stein bellowed at his friend.

Spirit woke again from his hazy thoughts and plunged into the real world. It was spinning and shaking yet Stein was clear in his eyes.

"Spirit, thank God." Stein gave a relieved sigh "Spirit what happened?"

He couldn't tell Stein the truth. He just couldn't, that look in the scientist's eyes forced him to give a gentle lie.

"Accident I think" Spirit realized just how hard it was for him to speak "Don't remember."

Stein shook his head. The hesitation, the gun he was found with; it all pointed to a suicide attempt. How dare his partner do this to him? He couldn't loss his weapon so soon after meeting him.

"I'll fix you up Spirit, just…just hold on and hold still." It soon became apparent that this injury would be very difficult to heal.

Spirit just curled up on the icy table. He was hiding in his safe place: arm and arm with Stein, touching soft, scared skin. Hiding in his safe place, hiding with his eyes shut, in the mad doctor's capable hands.

"I love you." Spirit muttered finally, earning his keep: a light chuckle from his worried best friend.

Do I really fail that much as a writer? I write these at 3am because I forget to during the day which makes them sucky, I'll admit that, but do they really suck so bad that I don't even get reviews telling me that? YOU THERE, READER: LEAVE A REVIEW! Or else I'll let Spirit slit his wrists! ~ Giftless