Author's Note (Monster): Hello our lovelies. Sorry I'm not enthusiastic but I had the worst day in my entire life. Awoken had to be taken to the hospital. It's some serious shit. On top of that I had to go to school and face all of those strangers. People I don't know, who judge me by my looks. Not fun. Especially not because I'm an outcast at first glimpse. I hate it. If there was a button to wipe me out of existence, I would've pressed it already. I guess it's hard. Having to go through school while my best friend's in the hospital. Enjoy this chapter though.

Bloodspinat: It's not really a paper, rather a full story. The best story I've made so far in my opinion, but it takes a while and it's really not coming along right now. I had difficulties with the last sentence of your review. It made me swallow hard because that's really how it is. Every day, hoping he'll pull through. He's strong but I doubt how strong as I see him so pale and fragile. Sorry, I'm in a depressing mood. Enjoy this chapter!

Airia-Chalk: I still have to check twice if I've written your username right. I just thought Funny Man's stupidity in this chapter was such a good idea. It's Funny Man. He does stupid things, gets arrested, breaks up with Danny over something stupid and then he wants him back. He's weird but I like it that way. Enjoy!

The connection didn't only prove to be a help, but also proved to be a curse. An uneventful curse. Danny remained in his bunk, now refusing to eat anything at all. He even left the plate untouched. It was Day 34. The second day of his isolation. He didn't speak, didn't move, didn't eat, didn't care. No sign of life. It worried the others. Charlie nudged Funny Man. "Go check on him, please? I always check up on him."

The Mexican nodded and got up off the couch. For once he wanted to check up on his ex-boyfriend. He needed to. He didn't want to go insane, but it was inevitable if the other remained as silent as he did. Not only verbally, but also over their bond. He didn't feel a thing. It was like the other was dead. He opened the door to the bunk part, shining light onto the right half, where Danny occupied the highest bunk.

He moved a little when the light shone upon his back. Funny Man placed both feet on the edge of Charlie's old bunk, which he didn't use anymore, and pulled himself upwards on the handles attached to Danny's bunk. He looked at the lead singer's back and leaned his chin on the berth. He dared to let go of one of the handles and traced the other's spine. He shuddered but didn't move away from the touch. "How are you surviving?"

No answer.

"You don't have to starve yourself, Danny. Eat something. Your beauty doesn't have to suffer because of my stupidity", Funny Man begged, softly rubbing his back. The lead singer turned over to face the other. He hadn't slept and his eyes were bloodshot. He pouted sincerely and leaned closer, his head resting on his arm. "I'm so hungry."

"You want me to bring you a sandwich?"

Danny nodded. "Please."

The Mexican ran off towards the others. It was evening, but not late enough to go to bed. Their lead singer had skipped three meals, of course he was hungry. Both Charlie and J-Dog were curious to find out what the hell their baritone voiced rapper was doing. "Danny", he replied to their curious gazes to which they nodded in understanding. All of their eyes were focused on some movie playing on the computer.

After making a sandwich, no salad he didn't like that, he rushed towards the bunk part again. Danny was no longer on his bunk. He was slouched against the opposite wall to the door. His eyes closed. Funny Man crouched before him and shook him awake. "Here. It'll give you strength."

Danny nodded and slowly devoured the sandwich, enjoying it obviously. He looked up at his ex and offered a soft smile, though it looked more like a grimace. He tried to get up but to no avail. Funny Man took his hands in his own and pulled him up, a little too hard because he bumped into the other's chest. His face flushing completely red. "Thanks", he mumbled and he climbed onto his bunk again.

Funny Man made a disgruntled sound. "Come watch a movie with us. We miss you. I miss you."

Danny shook his head but the other couldn't see it. "No, thanks. I'm tired."

"Please, Danny, we're frightened by your behavior."

For a second it seemed like Danny wasn't going to budge, that he'd stay in his bunk for the rest of the night. After a minute or two, he shifted and got up. "Fine. One movie and then I'm off to bed, OK?"

"OK.", Funny Man smiled while he helped the other off the bunk. He didn't miss the doubting look in the other's eyes, but shrugged it off. For now he was just being friendly, not even trying to get back together. He first needed the other to get back into his normal routine before trying anything drastic. Danny grabbed his soft fleece blanket and wrapped it around him as he was cold and tired of crying so much.

The lead singer slowly shuffled his feet behind the Mexican towards the others who wore a pleasantly surprised look on their faces. All four of them slid sideways to free a spot for the two boys. Funny Man got down next to Charlie and patted the seat for Danny who silently sat down with the blanket wrapped tightly around his body. He pulled his feet onto the couch and lied down, putting his head into Funny Man's lap and keeping his knees bent. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all", Funny Man said. He didn't know where to put his hands. Would it be too much to put his hand on Danny's shoulder? Would it be too much to run his fingers through his hair? He decided against it but felt the other shiver. He felt his forehead with his hand. It was hot. He must have a fever. "Are you ill? Your head is warm."

"Possibly", Danny sighed and closed his eyes. He was so damn tired. By the end of the movie, J-Dog was snoring into Johnny's ear and Danny was mumbling soft words in his sleep. "What is he saying?" Charlie wondered.

Funny Man listened closely. "He says you're a fucking moron."

Charlie made a funny face. "You're so funny! I'm kidding. You're not."

The Mexican tried to get from underneath his ex-boyfriend without waking him and succeeded. He said good night to Danny and followed the others to the bunk part to fall asleep.

Around 4am he awoke to a sound. It wasn't the usual screaming and it wasn't the feeling in his chest. Yet he felt something in his chest. Danny was giving off a signal. He concentrated on the feeling to recognize it. It was… hurt. A lot of hurt and angst. Funny Man opened his eyes and saw a light shining from underneath the bathroom. This again. He got up and walked towards it. He heard mumbling and a lot of strange sounds. He knocked the door. "Danny?"

"Go away!" the lead singer screamed.

"What's wrong?" Funny Man asked.

The door unlocked and Danny's face showed up. "Go. Away."

An awful stench made its way into his nostrils and he gagged. "Are you drunk?!"

"So what if I am?!" Danny hissed.

"Why?" Funny Man asked.

The lead singer squinted his eyes. "You left me for dead! I woke up and you weren't with me! What else was I supposed to do?"

The Mexican pushed the door open, but Danny tried to shield the bathroom away from his eyes. "Don't!"

"No. What are you hidi-…"

He noticed the blood on his hands and grabbed his wrist. "Danny, did you harm yourself?"

"What would you care?"

Funny Man exhaled calmly before raising his voice. "DID YOU HARM YOURSELF?!"

Danny flinched and nodded. "Just a little. It was a distraction for Deuce. He didn't talk to me when I hurt myself."

"You idiot!" the Mexican hissed and he rushed towards the first aid kit to get a bandage and wrapped it around Danny's forearms. "You fucking moron! Are you brain dead or what?"

The lead singer cried. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just want it all to end. I want to be dead!"

"No, you don't", Funny Man growled.

Danny sniffed. "I'm only a burden to you all."

"Go to your bunk, Danny. Sleep. We wouldn't worry if we didn't want you to live, right?"

The lead singer nodded and disappeared into the bunk part. The others must be awake by now, but tried to get back to sleep. Funny Man was about to follow Danny when something caught his eye in his peripheral vision. The bathroom… The thing Danny tried to hide. He cautiously stepped inside and gasped. On the walls, all four of them. Blood texts everywhere. In the middle of the opposite wall, he had written "LOVE?" in huge letters. The rest of the walls he had covered in an endless "ha ha ha ha". Funny Man shuddered and grabbed a wash rag. He doused it in warm water and begun rubbing the bloody spots away. He didn't want the others to see. He knew they would tell him Danny wasn't OK in his head. He knew they'd send him to an asylum against his will. That's the last thing Funny Man wanted, so he washed the blood off the walls.

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