A/N: Hello! Now some serious shit's gonna go down! BOOOM! YAAAASSSSS! *explosions everywhere* YAAAY! Have fun with the angsty stuffs~

Ghost laid on the floor, coughing up blood as the alarms roared in his ears. Warmth spread under him and his hands were covered in red. Where the bullet had entered felt like it was on fire. It stung and burned, blood flowing freely from the wound. He had tried to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding, but his arms felt like lead. They refused to move. He couldn't think straight.

He wondered where John had gone and why the fuck the alarms were so loud. He vaguely heard gunfire in the distance, panicked shouts following them every once in a while. His vision blurred as hot tears raced down his cheeks. Every time he breathed it was pure agony. He could actually feel the bullet moving slightly when he breathed. It wasn't a good feeling. He had no idea how long he laid there, slowly losing blood.

At some point he must have blacked out, because the next time he woke up he was being rushed down the hallway on a gurney, people standing over him yelling. He wished they would be quiet... Everything was blurred beyond recognition and he couldn't tell one person from another. He thought he heard Roach yelling a few times, but wrote it off as his imagination.

Darkness.

He woke up again to blindingly bright lights and annoying beeping noises. Everything hurt. Especially his side, which felt like someone was pouring acid into it. It was cold. It reminded him of the table he had been tied to when he and Roach had been captured. He shuddered thinking about Dan. Surely he wasn't with him again. Oh God, that would be awful... He attempted to sit up, but someone pushed him back down. Pain flared in his side and spread throughout his body like a wildfire. He cried out in pain and heard someone shush him.

"Shit, he's awake." Someone above him said.

There were a few more voices, saying things his brain currently couldn't comprehend. Then he felt a pinprick in his neck and a hand ruffling his hair, someone saying something to him in a low voice. He was so tired... He tried to fight it for a few minutes, wanting to figure everything out before he went to sleep. But he decided he could do that later. He closed his eyes and went to sleep, the voices sounding far away rather than right above him.

Then there was nothing more.

Roach sat on a chair outside the infirmary, his arms locked around his knees as he stared intently at the door. He had been sitting like that for nearly 4 hours, waiting for news on Ghost. He was so worried. When they found him on the floor, blood pooled around his body, he thought for sure he was dead and it had scared the shit out of him. He had literally stopped. His mind, his heart, his breathing. It had all stopped and he was frozen in time, staring at the lifeless looking body of his boyfriend.

Then he had been dragged away by Kick and Logan, as Luke and the rest of the doctors needed peace and quiet while they worked on Ghost. So then he had sat there, staring at the door as tears raced down his cheeks in an endless stream. Some of the others had tried to talk to him, tried to get him to go eat something or at least go to the bathroom. But he refused to go anywhere. He wouldn't even look away from the door, fearing that he'd miss something if he looked away. He felt guilty because if he hadn't sent Ghost to get his laptop, he never would have ran into John and wouldn't be hurt right now. More tears rolled down his cheeks.

He wanted to be sick. The image of Ghost on the floor, surrounded by his own blood, stayed in his mind and his stomach dropped every time he saw it. He was really nauseous, but resisted the urge to be sick. He needed to stay strong for Ghost. He hadn't even bothered to go out and search for John like some of the others had, although it was mostly guards that had left. With Ghost hurt like he was, John might as well have not existed. He didn't care to go find him right now, the only thing he cared about was getting news on Ghost.

But he was also infuriated. Rage boiled just below the surface, threatening to take over any second. It was okay if John hurt him. He didn't like it, but he was used to it. But when he hurt Ghost, that's when Roach got mad. He didn't care if he got hurt, that happened all the time. But when someone hurt Ghost or any of his other friends, that's when it was on. He was going to kill John. He didn't care how hard it was or how long it took. He was going to kill him no matter what he had to do, he promised himself that. No one hurt Ghost.

Suddenly the door opened and he jumped up... and fell over, cramps hitting him like bullets (Hehehe... no pun intended). Someone grabbed his arm and pulled him up, but he was too tired to look at who it was. He mumbled a 'thank you' and looked at Luke, waiting to hear the news. Luke opened his mouth to speak and his stomach lurched sickeningly, the room swaying and making it worse. He fought the urge to puke and listened to what he was saying.

"Ghost is stable and the bullet didn't hit anything vital. He should be fine as long as he gets a lot of rest and doesn't tear his stitches." Luke said with a tired smile.

Everyone sighed in relief.

"That's good. Roach and Ghost are always getting into trouble, aren't they?" Kick laughed.

Everyone looked at Roach, expecting him to say something witty in reply like he normally would have. They were met with silence. Roach was pale, his face blotchy and tear stained. Dark circles sat under his eyes and he looked like he was going to be sick. Luke looked concerned.

"Are you ok-"

He was interrupted when Roach ran to the trashcan, retching and throwing up. He hadn't eaten much in the past few days, as he had been busy with John, but throwing up still wasn't a pleasant experience. Luke sighed and rubbed his back until he was done, then cleaned him up. He was like a mom.

"You good?" He asked, looking at him with concerned eyes.

"... Y-yeah... I think..."

"At least you made it to the trashcan." Hesh said, trying to be positive.

He received a glare for his efforts.

"I wanna see Ghost..."

"Leave Ghost be, he's trying to sleep." Keegan said.

"I don't care." He mumbled, pulling the door open and going in.

He went straight to Ghost's bed and looked at him. His stomach lurched and tears gathered in his eyes. He felt terrible for making him go get his laptop... He had an IV in his arm and was extremely pale, bandages covering his side. His skin was almost as white as the bandages. His straight black hair fell into his closed eyes. Roach walked over to him and sat down on the hospital bed, taking his hand in his. Ghost's hand was colder than usual and it only made him feel worse. He sighed and laid down beside him, careful not to move him in any way, and snuggled up against him. He fell asleep almost instantly.

A/N: Awww... this was like pure angst. Wow. So sad! Poor Roach! Things shall get more exciting soon... Please review!