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I have to kill him, finish it off, that's the only way I can get out of this. But won't that only make things worse? If he is alive then I won't go down for murder. Though, if he is awake then he can tell them who attacked him and I'll go to juvy. They'll get me, but if he's dead then they won't suspect me. But it's wrong, taking a life. He was my friend at one point. He's a bastard though. It was him that got me chucked out of the band. Although, technically I left. But it was his fault! Right, I'm going to do it…
"Hey Tommo," Dom greeted his unconscious friend as he entered the room followed by Myles, James, and Alfie.
"Whassup!" Myles forced a grin as he sat on the end of the hospital bed.
"We thought we better visit again 'cause you might be bored and tell you to get that lazy butt moving or we'll move it for you," Dom threatened jokily.
"Or I might steal Alfie!" James cracked a smile but, not surprisingly got no response, "Man, guess if he ain't gonna reply I can have your Alfie."
"In your dreams goofball," Alfie shook her head and elbowed him, "I'm sure he can hear you and when he wakes up, he is so gonna kick your ass!"
"Ah, but when he wakes up he won't be moving too fast so I'll make a run for Australia!" James smirked.
"Well I'll kick your ass for him," Alfie retorted, "I'm a black belt in karate." To prove her point she brought her leg up to her head, twisted round and launched herself into a flying kick into thin air.
"Hmm, impressive, but you missed by like this much," James sniggered holding his arms wide.
"Oh, ok" Alfie spun round and brought her foot right before James' nose stopping mid-kick and holding the awkward position. James got the picture.
"Whoa, ok karate kid, keep your feet and hands to yourself, thank you!" James stepped backwards.
"Once you two have finished your very funny argument, would you mind acting like mature people?" Dom questioned.
"No," Alfie and James said in unison.
"Fine, but would you stop fighting?" Dom shook his head and turned to the hospital bed where Tommy's pale face was.
"This is why we need you back, to keep things in order," Myles sighed.
"And we miss you a lot, especially when you get us free drinks!" James grinned.
"Plus, the band is completely going to pot without you," Dom added, "We haven't had a single gig without you."
"Yeah, so wake up," Alfie finished somberly.
"So then you can go back to making out with him!" James quipped, chuckling.
"Ok, that's it! You are so in for it!" Alfie growled and leapt at James.
"Break it up!" Dom jumped between the two laughing. He found it so much easier to visit Tommy when he was with the others because they made it more normal and light hearted. There was always banter and never deathly silence.
"Well anyway," Myles spoke loudly over the ruckus of the other three friends, "We thought we could play some music for you, you know, to cheer you up 'cause we know that's what you like best." He stood up, and entered the rabble. "Uh…guys! Music! Now!" he shouted.
"Oh yeah," James pulled out his heavy keyboard case and took the black instrument out. Dom got out his guitar and started strumming it. Meanwhile, Myles produced a single drum he'd brought with him.
"Sorry, I couldn't bring the whole thing," he grinned as he sat down with his measly instrument.
"Great, now I feel like an outcast," Alfie scowled.
"Why don't you sing?" James suggested.
"Not a chance!" Alfie said fiercely, "I can't sing to save my life."
"Be that way then," James shrugged, a smile twitching the corner of his mouth.
"This is a song we made up just for you," Dom told his comatose friend.
"One…two…three….four!" James counted them in and started playing. The sound of music drifted through the whole of the ICU.
"They are so going to get chucked out," Neela tutted but was smiling as she said it; she could tell the guys were enjoying it.
"It's a pretty awesome song," Ray bobbed his head in time with the beat from Myles' drum.
"Who's singing?" Neela asked, slightly happier for the first time in two weeks now that her son had all his friends around him.
"Uh…Dom I think, but there's someone else," Ray listened harder and caught the sound of a smooth female voice, "It's Alfie. Jeez, she's really good." Ray looked thoroughly impressed.
"Tommy might have competition for lead singer when he wakes up," Neela said not saying "if."
"Maybe they could do a duet," Ray said.
"Come on, wake up you lazy butt," Dom and Alfie finished the song and burst out laughing.
"Oh, he's so gonna wake up to that," Alfie giggled, "Definitely flattering."
"Yes, he'll love it," Dom chortled.
"Hey, I thought you said you weren't gonna sing?" James interrupted staring at Alfie in awe, "And I thought you said you couldn't sing to save your life?"
"Oh, the lyrics were catchy," Alfie shrugged him off, "Got anymore good ones?"
Dom nodded, rifling through the pile of sheets in his guitar case.
"Er…well as you could probably tell, that one was Come on, Wake up You Lazy Butt.' This other one is Move Your Butt, Moron' and the last one is If You Don't Move I'll Hit You!'" Dom read out the titles.
"Seriously?" Alfie laughed, "You really do love him a lot, don't you?"
"Yeah, well I'm not good at the soppy, emotional crap," Dom replied, "So which one?"
"Definitely has to be If You Don't Move I'll Hit You!'" Alfie giggled, "Do you have the lyrics?"
"Yup, here," Dom handed the group the music. They each scanned it and then poised to start.
"Man, they are loud," a voice startled Ray and Neela. They turned around to find Abby standing there with Luka.
"Yes, very," Luka agreed, wincing at the noise.
"What are they doing?" Abby queried peering into Tommy's room.
"Playing music for Tommy," Ray smiled at his friends.
"It'll be good for him, something familiar might bring him 'round," Abby said, sitting down beside her friends.
"But not so good for us, I think I'm going to be deaf," Luka told them.
"I like it," Ray shook his head.
"Yeah well, you are weird," Abby smiled.
"And I'm immune," Neela added.
"To this?" Luka asked, "I think even the guys in the ER can hear it!"
"Hey, you're forgetting I had to live with Ray's band," Neela reminded them.
"Oh yeah, was that even worse than this?" Abby asked sceptically.
"Trust me; it was ten times worse 'cause at least Tommy's band is in tune whereas Ray's... well…" Neela was cut off.
"Hey! We weren't that bad!" Ray protested.
"That's what you thought!"
Ollie concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other as he made his journey. He was going to do it, he wasn't going to chicken out. He walked steadily down the dark street not even seeing the people bustling past him. Only one focus set in his mind. The lights of the hospital shone in front of him and he headed straight for them.
I'll give you a virtual banana!!