Hey there guys. I couldn't stand to leave you hanging on such a cliff hanger for much longer. So here you all go. Enjoy the next chapter.


Kevin groaned as his phone rang. He grabbed it off his bedside table, blinking open his blurry eyes to check the screen. He smiled once he saw it was Fritz calling and answered without missing a beat. "Hey babe," he said, "I was just taking a nap. What's up?"

"K-Kev…" The blonde sat up, worry on his face.

"Fritz?" he asked, concerned, "Babe what's wrong?"

"S-Scott and Mike," The redhead managed, sniffling, "T-they're hurt. W-we're at the hospital a-and…" The teen broke off with a choked sob.

"Shit," Kevin hissed under his breath, "hang on. I'm coming to meet you."

"But you're sick…" Fritz protested weakly.

"I feel fine," he assured the teen, "just hang tight. I'll be there in a moment okay?"

"O-okay," Fritz sniffed, "Kev?"

"Yeah babe?" he asked.

"I love you." He smiled sadly.

"I love you too," he replied, "I'll be there in a bit." They ended the call and Kevin tore downstairs, grateful that he'd passed out fully dressed. He'd dressed and went to meet Fritz before the boy sent him home. Now, it saved him extra hassle. He grabbed his keys, leaving the house and jumping into his car. He fumbled with the keys for a moment before getting the engine to work and gunning it. He hurried to the hospital, parking and running inside. As soon as he entered the hospital he found himself with an armful of Fritz. He held the boy, rubbing his back for a moment before pulling back. "What's going on Fritz?"

"Mike never came to school," Fritz started, voice muffled as he buried his face in the blonde's chest, "and he wouldn't answer his phone. S-so we went to his house. He was so h-hurt and…and then his dad came in and…" the redhead trailed off in a mess of sobs, shaking against the elder. Kevin hushed him, patting his head.

"Where's Jeremy?" he asked.

"I-in the waiting room," Fritz murmured, "w-with Vincent"

"Come on then." He took the redhead's hand, leading him towards the waiting room. When he walked in he spotted Vincent, pacing around agitatedly. He was hissing curses under his breath, eyes burning with anger. "Vince?" The violet haired male turned, body relaxing slightly. "What happened? Fritz could barely explain anything."

"How much do you know?" the teen asked.

"Only that you all went to Mike's house," Kevin said, "and that Mike and Scott are hurt." Vincent looked away for a moment.

"Turns out Mike's father was a drunk who enjoyed using him for a punching bag," Vincent replied, "We got to him before the drunken bastard managed to kill him but…he had a gun. Scott got in the way and he got shot. It was minor thankfully, and it didn't hit anything vital so he'll be alright. They both will be."

"What about Jeremy?" Kevin asked. The teen turned, looking over his shoulder. There sat the little blonde. He was completely still, legs pulled up to his chest. His chin rested on his knees, blue eyes vacant. Kevin looked over him, noting the blood spattered over his arms and onto his chest. "What happened to him?"

"Mike's father was going to shoot him," Vincent replied, "Jeremy dug into Mike's bag…grabbed a pocket knife he kept there."

"Please tell me he didn't kill Mike's father," Kevin said as Fritz burst into another round of tears.

"No," Vincent said, "he did enough to maim the guy but not to kill him. He got him right here." Vincent tapped two fingers against his right shoulder. "The drunk stumbled off. Not a clue where he went."

"And Jeremy?"

"He's been like that ever since. It's like he's completely dead inside." Kevin looked over, about to say something when a nurse entered the room.

"How are they?" Fritz asked.

"Well," The nurse said, "your friend Mike is lively. He's been asking to see someone named Jeremy?" Kevin glanced over at the blonde and she smiled sadly. "I'll leave that to you"

"What about Scott?" Vincent demanded. The nurse sighed.

"His surgery was a success," she said, "he's resting now. He hasn't woken up but we have hope that he will soon."

"What room?" The look on Vincent's face didn't warrant for anything other than what he wanted. The nurse seemed to understand this.

"He's in room 212." The violet haired male walked away. Kevin watched him go before turning back to the nurse.

"Which room is Mike in?" Kevin asked.

"Room 263," the nurse said, "try not to aggravate him. The more he moves around the more painful his bruising will be." She walked away, going to talk to a nearby doctor. Kevin looked at Fritz.

"Let's go check on Mike," he said, "I think you and Jere both need to see him right now." Fritz nodded, going over to Jeremy. Kevin sighed, shutting his eyes. 'I hope he'll be alright.'


"Why hasn't anyone told him yet!" Mike hissed, ready to get up and find the blonde himself.

"Sir," the doctor said, "one of the nurses just went to find him. Please relax." Mike slumped back, crossing his arms. His skin throbbed but he ignored it. He looked up at the sound of footsteps, seeing Kevin in the doorway. Fritz was clinging to the blonde's arm while Jeremy stood silent. "I'll leave you alone."

"Hey Mike," Kevin said once the doctor had left, "I brought Jeremy. I figure you two need to talk." He left, Fritz beside him. Jeremy stood in the doorway for a moment, blue eyes staring at his feet.

"You coming over here or am I coming to you?" Mike asked. For a moment Jeremy didn't move and Mike shifted to get up. Then Jeremy ran to him, crying silently. He smiled sadly, stroking the blonde's head. "Shh, it's okay."

"I'm sorry," Jeremy said, hiccuping slightly, "I didn't mean to…"

"It's okay," Mike repeated, "You kept us safe. Don't worry about it." Jeremy nodded and Mike held him tighter.

"Where are you gonna go…?" Jeremy asked.

"I'm not sure," he replied, "I'll figure something out."

"My mom said you could stay with us," he said softly, "If you want…"

"As long as I won't be a burden," he said. Jeremy smiled and Mike repeated the action. 'He's okay. Thank god.' He kissed the blonde's forehead gently. "How's Scott?"

"He's gonna be okay," Jeremy said, "He's still asleep though."

"That's good," Mike said, "I bet Vincent is livid." Jeremy giggled and nodded. A nurse poked her head in, clearing her throat to get their attention.

"I have to ask you to leave soon," she said, "It's getting late and visiting hours have long been over. We made an exception this once."

"Okay," Jeremy said, pulling back and wiping his eyes. The nurse left, and Mike looked at the blonde.

"You'll be okay?" he asked. Jeremy nodded.

"Yeah…I think so." He looked as if he recalled something, realization dawning on his face. "Don't worry about work right now," he said, "I spoke to your boss. Everything's covered and I-…just don't worry okay?"

"You're the best Jere," Mike said. He pulled the smaller teen closer, giving him a soft kiss. "You'd better get going before that nurse comes back."

"Mhm," Jeremy replied with a teary smile, "See you tomorrow?"

"Definitely." With a final wave the blonde left. Mike sat back in the bed, sighing happily.

'Things could have gone worse,' he thought. The nurse came to check on him again and shut off the lights. He laid down, hands behind his head and thinking. 'I wonder who the boss got to cover my shift. Most people would never agree.' He looked over at the clock. 11:55. 'Shifts about to start.' He frowned, recalling something Jeremy had said.

"Everything's covered and I-…just don't worry okay?"

'That statement doesn't sit well with me.' He sat up, grabbing his phone. He sent Jeremy a text and waited. No response. 'He always gets back to me…and he wouldn't be asleep yet.' His eyes widened. "You idiot," he whispered, "don't even tell me that you…" He shook his head, cutting himself off. He called Kevin, waiting impatiently until the blonde answered.

"The hell man," came the blonde's sleepy voice, "what?"

"Did Jeremy walk home with you?" he asked.

"Huh? No. He said he had something to take care of and that we shouldn't worry cause it's nothing new. I figured he got a job or something. Why?"

"Fuck," Mike swore.

"Mike? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing I can't fix," he replied, "Thanks." He hung up, getting up and pulling on his jacket. He stuffed some of the pillows under the blanket. 'Hopefully that'll fool anyone who comes in until I get back.' He went to the window, wrenching it open. 'Not too far down. I shouldn't break anything at least.' He slung one leg over the ledge, sliding himself out of the window and dropping to the ground. His legs buckled from the impact, every bruise pulsing with a vengeance. He groaned, forcing himself up. "Alright. Off to work."


Bet none of you saw that coming. Yup, Jeremy's all alone in Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. I sure hope he doesn't get into any trouble. Heh-heh. I'm an evil writer aren't I. Anyway, I'm off to write some more. Hope you all enjoyed. Bye-bye for now.