POV: Bart

The atmosphere in the room seemed to lighten up a little bit after Tom and I had a chance to talk. We talked about how the school was doing without Bessie being there. The strange part is that I kind of missed that hell hole, because back then I wasn't going to die. I was just a kid it seemed like, with a few things that went wrong but nothing really seemed to be as stressed.

There was a soft knock on the door, Tom and I both looked up at the same time to see sideshow Bob standing in the doorway.

"Excuse me Thomas, but may I have alone time with Bart?" He asked while slowly walking into the room, in his own way telling Tom to leave, either way Bob was going to get his way. Tom nodded without saying a word; he gave my hand a light squeeze and an encouraging smile. He slowly walked out of the room, glancing back at me a few times.

Bob looked at the doorway for a second or two before closing the door and sitting down where Tom had been sitting. I crossed my arms and gave him a look, telling him that I really didn't want him there. Bob cleared his throat and began.

"Well Bart, I was hoping that we could have time to talk alone," he told me calmly. I looked out the window trying to act like he wasn't there. Bob grunted at my actions and stood up.

"Bart Simpson, will please stop acting like child and talk to me. I know I'm the last person you want helping you but I'm all you have, so get your head out of your ass and listen to what I have to say," he yelled harshly. I turned back toward him, slouching, with my arms crossed.

"Okay… I'm willing to listen until I think you talking bullshit, is that okay with you BOB?" I asked him rudely. Bob just looked me in the eyes and didn't say anything for a while.

"Are you quite finished?" He asked me with a pointed voice. I tried not to act surprise by his response because I was expecting him to get pissed and leave the room. I loosened up a little bit but did not once lower my guard. After all this guy tried more than once to kill me, Bob sat back down and rubbed his temples.

"So Bart I did find out something interesting about your killer or should I say killers." He told me in his soothingly dark voice. It didn't really hit me what he said until a few seconds later. I could feel the color fade from my face.

"W-what are you saying? I have more than one person to worry about now? What the hell did I do to have people want to kill me?" I shouted loudly. Bob looked at me with a look of pure irritation, he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"Bart you are still so naïve it's not even funny. If you recall, I have tried to kill you more times than you can count. So I must ask you Bart Simpson, have you ruined anyone's plans or ruin someone's life?" Bob asked me with the most serious expression I have ever seen on his face. I felt myself almost trusting him but I caught myself. I shook my head no to his question and just sat there, not sure if I could talk. Bob let his head hang in frustration.

"Bart I can't help you if you don't tell me the truth," he whispered and looked up at me through his clownish hair. No thoughts passed through my mind, I just sat there like a deer in head lights. I didn't want to tell Bob about Patrick or Evans. I didn't want to think about either of them being a bad person like this.

"…Bart? Are you okay?" Bob asked. I looked up and saw Evans was hovering above me. I blinked my eyes a few times and Evans turned into Bob. I rubbed my head and closed my eyes tight.

"I don't know if I'm okay or not Bob…" I whispered. I covered my eyes with my arms and kept my eyes closed tightly.

'I don't want Bob to disappear too.' I thought in my head.

That thought made me open eyes in an instant. Bob was no longer hovering over my bed in fact he wasn't even in the room anymore. Instead of feeling relieved about him not being anywhere near me it just made me afraid that he really did disappear. I don't know why I felt this way but I did not like it in the least.

I was about to get out of bed to go look for him when his hair poked through the door frame with a nurse right behind him. She was a fairly young woman with a worried look on her face. She pushed past him and ran to my side.

"Are you feeling okay?" She asked me in a sweet voice. I just looked at her not knowing what to say. My ears started to ring and my eyes drifted up to Bob's face and for the first time since I met him I can honestly say that he looked concern.

"I'm scared…" I don't know if I said it out loud or if I just thought it, all that I know is that I closed my eyes to greet the darkness of unconsciousness again.

POV: Bob

Bart looked me straight in the eyes with pure fear and whispered almost silently.

"I'm scared…" His eyes closed and his body laid perfectly still. I felt my heart stop beating for a second, I thought he died. And for some reason this thought scared me more than I think it should have. The young nurse that I caught in the hallway ran out of room, probably going to get the doctor.

I quickly put my fingers to Bart's throat to make sure that he had pulse, thank God he did. I sat back down in the uncomfortable chair next to Bart's bed and just watched his chest raise and fall with every breath he took. For some odd reason it soothed me. I really didn't know what else to do at that point. The nurse came back in with Dr. Hibert. He hadn't aged since the last time I saw him except that he had a little more belly and a little less hair.

"Hehehe let's see what we have here," he chuckled. I rolled my eyes, I highly doubt right now is a good time for a chuckle. He walked over to Bart with a serious look and checked his heart, his blood pressure, he looked at Bart's charts and where he had been shot. Dr. Hibert walked over to me without chuckling.

"Will you please follow me to the waiting room Bob?" he asked me. I nodded and walked right behind him to where Thomas was waiting to hear any news about Bart, his family must have something better to do then hear about how their one and only son is doing, I could feel my temper starting to show its ugly head.

"Where did the Simpson's family go?" Dr. Hibert asked him. Thomas looked up at both myself and Dr. Herbert and cleared his throat.

"Mr. and Mrs. Simpson went home with Lisa, Maggie and Josie, I guess they had stuff to do," he mumbled. I pinched the bridges of my nose again to keep my temper in check. Dr. Hibert sighed and ran a hand through his already thinning hair. The doctor looked over at me and sighed again.

"Considering you're the only adult here I guess I have to tell you his condition," he told me without a chuckle. Him not chuckling was starting to annoy me as much as him chuckling all the time. We walked away from Thomas and stood in front of Bart's room.

"Bart is doing fine, it's just that right now he can't be under any stress right now or it could make him have an episode. And what I mean by episode is that he could see or hear things that aren't really there. Considering his family didn't stay to even hear about how he's doing and with this murderer after him I don't think it's wise that he stays around here." He told me.

"What do you suggest I do doctor?" I asked, trying to sound like I did not care in the least. The doctor only shrugged his shoulders at my question.

"I honestly don't know Bob but you are a genius you'll come up with something, hehehe," he chuckled. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him and just shook his hand like any other person that didn't really want to punch him in the face.

"Thank you for the advice Dr. Hibert and I will try my best to find a suitable place where Bart will be safe and sound," I smiled my gentlemen's smile and walked the other way back to the waiting room, where Thomas was still sitting in one of those God awful chairs waiting I suppose news or myself.

"Thomas," I called. He looked up at me with a startled expression. I walked over to him and sat down in the chair beside his.

"Are the Simpson's coming back for you or do you need a ride?" I asked him. Thomas looked down at his hands and twirled his thumbs, he was to easy to read. "Just by the look on your face, I can tell you don't have a ride home."

"Y-yes…your right, I do need a ride back to Bart's house," he mumbled. I stood up and got my cellphone out of my pocket and dialed the only person who could help me right now. The phone rang only once before he picked up.

"This is Krusty, who's this?" He asked in his raspy voice.

"Hello Krusty, this is your Television partner," I told him. It took him a second to understand what I just said.

"Oh Bob it's you, at first I thought you were fat Tony, you know how I am with gambling," he laughed nervously. I rolled my eyes at him and was about to say something to him about his addiction when I remembered why I called him in the first place.

"Please Krusty I did not call to hear about your gambling problem," I said to him, I was at the end of rope with patience. "I called to ask you to come pick my friend and I up from the Springfield hospital."

"Okay Bob, I'll be there in a few with the limo, just wait outside for us," he told me.

"Okay, thank you Krusty."

"No problem Bob, see you in a few."

I turned back to Thomas to see that he had a confused look on his face.

"Come on Thomas, I have a ride that will be here in a few minutes," I told him. Thomas just nodded his head and followed me out to the front of the hospital. While we sat together on a bench outside he kept glancing over at me.

"If you have a question, just ask it so I don't have to see you glance over at me every five seconds," I told him, it sounded kind of harsh but I was losing my patience with everyone.

"Did you really try to kill Bart many times?" he asked me. I looked down at him and sighed.

"It's a dark part of my past that I would really not like to revisit but since you asked I will tell you, I did try on many occasion on trying to kill Bart, I blamed him for all the horrible things that happened in my life," I told him, I didn't mean to say so much but it was easy to forget who you're talking to when a person is so quiet.

"Why did you stop trying to kill him?" Thomas asked.

"You know, I think that's a story for another day," I told him. Thomas seemed to shrink back into the bench. The limo pulled up a few minutes later. I opened up the back seat to find that Krusty was not there, not that that really disappointed me. I gestured Thomas into the limo and I followed in behind him.

The ride to the Simpson's house was quiet. The limo stopped in front of Bart's house and for a second Thomas just sat there. I thought I would have to make him get out but thankfully he opened his door and got out himself. He leaned back into the limo and whispered.

"I hope that you know what you're doing because if Bart gets hurt in any way I will be there to make sure you pay for it, I promise you that."

With that statement he closed the limo door harshly and walked up the Simpson's house hold.

"Why in the world does everybody find it amusing to threaten me when I am only trying to help?" I asked out loud. The limo driver rolled down his window and looked back at me.

"Sir, I only had orders to go the hospital to here, where do you want me to go?" He asked. I thought about it for a second when what Dr. Hibert said to me popped into my head.

'Bart is doing fine, it's just that right now he can't be under any stress or it could make him have an episode. And what I mean by episode is that he could see or hear things that aren't really there. Considering his family didn't stay to even hear about how he's doing and with this murderer after him I don't think it's wise that he stays around here.'

"Good man, could please drive me to Krusty's?" I asked. The driver only nodded his head and rolled his window back up. I rested my cheek against my hand and just thought about things that were to come. Hopefully everything would work out and if not then I would have people after me.

'Hopefully Krusty will let me use his summer house for a little while.' I thought to myself.