A/N: Hello! Hehehe... drama is coming... ^~^

*MyLittleRobin is my muse!*

After Luke left, they all just sat there talking about Roach.

"Damn, I wonder what happened to Charlie." Soap said, running a hand through his spiky hair.

"I know, I'm curious too. He's never mentioned family..." Price said.

"It's sad that his mom died when he was so young. I really want to know what went on with his father, though." Keegan muttered, leaning back into the couch.

"Same. Luke said he wouldn't talk about it though. Knowing him he'd probably say his father was dead and leave the room."

"No, he has a broken foot right now, he can't leave the room."

"Oh, yeah. That's true. We shouldn't bother him with it right now though, he just got back and stressing him out probably isn't a good idea." Hesh said thoughtfully.

"But... what would happen if we asked him?" Logan asked curiously.

"He'd probably have a panic attack. He doesn't like talking about that shit." Luke said, re-entering the room and sitting down.

"Oh, hi. How is he?"

"Still asleep. That kid sleeps like a hibernating bear."

"If you sedate him, yes. If he's asleep on his own, definitely not."

"That's true. I almost got stabbed last time I touched him while he was asleep..."

"Wait, how old was he when that happened?"

"Fourteen. He taught himself to fight when he was around 12 and has always slept with a knife in his hand since then." Luke said.

"Why'd he learn to fight when he was 12? What kind of a 12 year old is active enough to do that?" Merrick asked.

Most of the 12 year olds he'd seen were couch potatoes.

"Well... he and his father didn't exactly agree on... anything. They were always fighting, so he learned to fight so that he didn't get the shit beat out of him."

"Oh my god. That's awful. How the hell does he keep all this to himself?!" Kick said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Hey, what's his father's name?" Price asked, fire blazing in his eyes.

"Uh, no. No no no. And just in case you didn't hear, no. Be glad I told you anything." He said, stubbornly crossing his arms.

"Oh come on, it's just a name. What the hell would I do with a name?"

"Don't think I don't know that you'll track him down. I know plenty about all that stuff because of what Gary does." He said, waving a finger at him.

The Ghosts looked confused and Price explained.

"He's the intel/tech expert. He can track anyone down and learn everything about them with just a name. I've never seen anything he couldn't hack, either."

"Oh, I see." Keegan said with a nod.

"That's awesome, I'll have to ask him about that later." Logan said, his eyes shining with excitement.

Suddenly Archer and Toad walked in and sat down.

"I thought you were with Ghost?"

"We were, but we got tired of watching him sleep." Toad explained.

"Oh, I didn't know that was possible, but okay. Is he off the sedatives yet?" Price asked.

"Yeah, I just didn't want him to wake up and freak out when he realized Roach wasn't there. But he's back now, so he's off them. He should wake up soon."

"You know... with our luck, he'll wake up when we aren't there." Kick mused, putting his feet up onto the coffee table.

"Haha... ha... don't jinx it." Soap said, shooting him a look.

Ghost shoved at the annoying fog that surrounded him. It was official. He wished fog didn't exist. It had been here bugging the shit out of him for forever! It was so horrible. This went on for what felt like hours. He needed to find Roach, damn it! The last time he heard from him, he was strapped to a table outside the tiny room those bastards had locked his friend in. He was terrified of what had become of his friend. He really missed him and was going insane with worry. The thought of never seeing him again made him nauseous. He yelled in anger and turned to shove at the fog again, but it was gone. Nowhere to be seen. Well shit.

He slowly drifted back into the land of the living. At first he just laid there. He would never admit to it, but he was genuinely afraid to open his eyes. What if he was still with Dan? He shuddered at the thought. No no no. That wasn't possible. The only way to find out was to look... so he cautiously opened his eyes. It took him a minute to realize this- but he couldn't see a thing. Not a single damn thing. What kind of fucked up trick was this?! He blinked frantically. Still nothing but darkness. He squinted and could see vague outlines of things, but no details. His eyes had been out of use for nearly two weeks because he had been blindfolded, so they would need a while to adjust to being used again.

He tried to sit up and pain raced through him so fast it stole his breath away. He slumped back down onto what he assumed was a bed. It felt like a bed... He dragged in a shallow breath and the strong stench of antiseptic and peroxide lingered in the air. He figured it was safe to assume that he was in the infirmary. Well, at least he was safe.

But what about Roach?

He gasped and sat bolt upright, gritting his teeth against the white hot pain that seared through him. He had only just kept himself from screaming, managing to dull it down to a whine instead. He looked around at the outlines of objects. This was going to be difficult. He hated the fact that he couldn't see. No. He loathed it. But he had to find Roach. He was so worried. His worry for his friend overpowered his concern about his sight and he very slowly and carefully moved his legs toward the side of the bed. He went to move his arm, but gasped when something pulled back on it. He felt up his arm until his fingers touched the offending object- an IV port. He grabbed it and ripped it out. He didn't want people pumping shit into him! Especially not if it was poison...

He tried to flex his right hand, but something hard surrounded it, restricting his movement. He felt it and recognized it as a cast. He cringed at the memory of his wrist breaking with a loud snap. That had hurt. He flinched when his bare feet made contact with the cold floor. It was freezing. He leaned on the bed for support as he slowly stood... and fell on his ass just as soon as he put weight on his legs.

He did scream this time. When he hit the floor he just wanted to cry. A tear slipped from his eye. Oops, too late. Pain raced through his body, paralyzing him and keeping him on the floor. He couldn't get up, not even if he wanted to. (A/N: Hehe... he's fallen and he can't get up! Oh my god I'm awful, lol.) He didn't dare move in fear of causing more pain to come. Dots danced across his already shitty vision. Then he blacked out.

A/N: Hehehe... I'm sorry... I have a habit of doing that to my characters when I don't know how to end a chapter, lol. I'm so mean and awful. Please review? PLEASE! :P Roach will wake up next chappie...