Chop died at exactly 00:21, well that's what Finn guessed as that's when his watch had broken and stopped. It was now 4:37 am and Finn was exhausted, his mind and body overwhelmed and overpowered from crying and the feeling of loss - his head in scattered parts. He felt disconnected with it all, as if he were in a dream and that if he touched the seat beside him then his hand would go straight through; like a hologram. Finn thought over the information the doctor had not long told him; they had tried to revive Chop six times, pumping every drug into him and pressing on his chest as hard as they could whilst trying to stop the blood from pouring - but it was too late. The doctor had told Finn they had got the a rhythm but not a beat - which meant that they had gotten the heart into a pattern but only with their help and that it wasn't actually working on it's own. It didn't make sense to Finn but he couldn't find the words to ask for further detail, so, he just hung his head and continued to sob. It was all fancy talk to cover the fact Chop had died in the ambulance there, Finn knew it - the paramedics and doctors just didn't want to admit the defeat.

Finn had been in the hospital for four hours, currently trying to attempt signing release forms over Chop's body as he was at the murder - despite being no relation. But being at the murder, meant he was a witness and also a suspect of the crime. It was around 1:30 when the police came in and questioned him - the other lads had gotten their grilling at the pub - After getting some answers and judging by the state Finn was in; they took him off the suspect list - also asking who else was there. Although Finn was offended at the accusation, he understood that it was just a standard procedure that the police had to do. Finn just couldn't wrap his head around it, how the fact a few rooms away there was the lifeless body of his best friend and other half, how he was now signing forms to do with the body and how he had been asked whether it was he who did it - it was just so bizzarre and all he could do was cry.

One of the reasons Finn was relieved the boys of the group were all at home, is so he could sob and sob and sob and not feel so weak - even if it were just Archie with him he would've simply hung his head and kept quiet.

Although Barney wasn't much of a help to Finn, he had done one thing right and asked a paramedic if he could have the remaining pieces of Chop's T-shirt, although it was just a blood-stained rag - they gave him it in which he took no hesitation into passing on to Finn. As Finn sat on his lonesome in the small shoe-box of a room, he clutched the bloodied piece of cloth to his tummy as the release-form and clipboard rested upon his knee, as his tears completely glazed his vision and his knee bounced with nerves it became impossible to fill out the form. He tugged at his hair in frustration before he heard from above, "Y' don't need to do that now", The voice was gentle and familiar, the form and clipboard were taken from his hands as the stranger sat in one of the empty seats beside him. His hands were quaking as he shielded his face with them and tried to remind himself to breathe. The person placed the clipboard upon the small table before turning to Finn, clutching both of his hands in one hand and using her - well judging by the tone of her voice he presumed it to be a her - other hand to rub his back in comfort.

He then looked up and sniffed, "Tash?" He noted her attire and frowned, "Y' work 'ere?" She gave a soft smile, "For about three years now", Her tone gentle but with a hint of amusement, which Finn cracked a smile before his face contorted as he was consumed with guilt for feeling happy for almost a moment. Tash sighed, rubbing his back, "I 'eard wha' 'appened, fuckin' terrible or wha'", Finn nodded, choking a sob and feeling the sadness kick away at his chest, tightening his throat. He then whimpered before he broke down into sobs, Tasha pulled him into her chest and cooed him, "Ay... Shhh, it's alright. It's alright", Finn brought the t-shirt to his lips to muffle his sobs and to calm him but the scent of Chop's aftershave sent Finn into a heaping mess of hysterics. Tash rested her chin on top of his head, kissing his hair before replacing her chin and rubbing his back some more; soothing him with words and comfort whilst he sobbed to his broken heart's content.

What was Finn supposed to do now? Go home? Do the dishes? What, exactly? What do you do when your best friend has just died? Where do you start?

So many questions swam in Finn's mind, almost drowning his brain. How could he move on from this appeared to be a reoccuring question, well... How was he supposed to move on? How were any of them supposed to move on? How could they simply just get on with it as if the lad never existed? The mere thought of getting on with life without Chop made Finn's chest ache, ache with pure sadness and need for Chop. Finn knew that from the moment he stepped foot out of that hospital; Chop would then become a mere memory - a figment of Finn's imagination.

After Tasha had calmed him down, made him a cup of tea whilst filling out the paperwork and coaxed him into going round to Izzy's; he departed from the hospital and made his way round - it reaching to 8 am and he knew that Izzy and Rae were always early risers. It took him six attempts to walk up Chop's pathway - Izzy always stayed over of a Friday till Sunday - and when he finally reached the door, he could feel the hysteria setting in once more.

His mind drew blank, unable to form a proper sentence - how on Earth he was going to break this to Izzy without breaking down he would never know.

His hand hovered over the door before he grew an extra pair of balls and gave three light knocks and then taking a deep breath and exhaling, his hands trembling as he awaited for an answer. He heard her muffled laughter behind the oak and could feel his eyes begin to well up already, he sniffed and cleared his throat - he needed to get a grip. Izzy opened the door and was laughing at something Rae said, her laughter faltered but her smile didn't. She frowned but a smile still upon her lips, "Finn, wha' are y'... Wha' y' doin' 'ere? Where's Chop?"

In the morgue, where Al should be Finn thought bitterly. The word 'Morgue' Caused a ball to grow in Finn's throat, making it suddenly difficult to breathe.

Her innocent tone and the name was enough to almost set Finn off, but for once; he kept it together and stuttered, "He... He kinda-" She cut him off as she took note of the bloody rag in his hand, the white and large lettering of 'OASIS' Glaring up at her and asked, "Isn't tha' Chop's?" He nodded and could feel his lip begin to quiver, she then saw the blood upon the black material and splattered over the white writing before it slowly began to sink in; her smile faltering, "Fi... Finn? Wha's 'appened?" He then whimpered, "Oh God, Izzy, I'm so sorry", Her smile completely disappeared and she began dancing slightly on the balls of her feet as the realisation was setting in, "Wha'... Wha' d'y' mean?" He then looked down at the t-shirt and began fidgeting with it as he sniffed, his eyes welling, "There was a fight and Chop, he got caught in it and... Well", He let out a choked sob before sniffing as he continued, "They tried everything they really did but-" He was cut off by her snapping, "Wha' d'y' mean, Finn?"

And it came out, like word vomit, "Chop's dead", She held back a sob before one hand snaked to her hair and the other to her mouth as she choked out, "Oh God, no", She shook her head before whispering, "Y' lyin'", He looked up at her and went to pathetically defend his case when he was shot down as she shook her head rapidly and seethed, "Y' lyin!" She then began backing away, in which he moved forward, whimpering and begging, "Please-", She cut him off short as she screamed, "Y' sick bastard, makin' tha' shit up! Chop ain't dead, he can't be!" She went to storm off before Finn grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into his chest. She attempted to pull away, smacking at his chest and pushing away in a fit of hysteria - the situation very dream like her tears made it all the more real. She hit the floor with thud in which Finn joined her, pulling her onto his lap and cradling her - her sobs echoing off the hallway walls.

Rae had now appeared from the living room with a frown, her eyes widened as she noticed the state Finn was in, "Finn!? Wha' the bloody 'ell's 'appened?!" She then noted the bloody T-shirt, the terrified and child-look of lost upon Finn's face and the hysterical cries coming from Izzy, Rae then whispered as she grew pale, "Oh God", Before she joined the pair on the floor, Finn looked at her before he sobbed, "I did everythin' I could I-" Before the sadness and sobs took over, in which he couldn't speak - causing Rae to pull him into her chest and soothe him. He sobbed into Rae's chest and Izzy sobbed into Finn's, Rae stroked Finn's hair and kissed the top of his head as she rocked him slightly - like a mother would do to her frightened child after a nightmare. A few tears spilled from Rae's eyes and the three stayed in that spot for the remainder of the morning - the sadness and grief crippling.

But none of them could figure out what was worse, the current sadness and grief that overwhelmed the trio or the fact they would now have to live with that pain for the rest of their lives.

"Thought y' needed summat stronger than tea", Rae joked as she handed Finn a glass of double vodka and coke whilst sitting down next to him on the couch - which he gratefully took. He took a sip and felt all tension release from his body as soon as the liquid slithered down his throat - his chest burning as the vodka took immediate effect. One person he could always rely on to get him through a rough day was Glenn McKenna. Good ol' Glenn, what a guy.

Finn took another swig of his drink before placing it onto the coffee table and then lit a rollie. The Second Coming album quietly played from Rae's speakers, and that was the only sound... That is, until she asked, "How y' feelin'?" Finn thought about it, before confessing, "Like someone's ripped my head off and shit down my neck", She couldn't help but laugh, which soon came to a halt as immediate guilt overtook the happiness - how could she be so insensitive to laugh when they were supposed to be grieving... Nerves or to make Finn at ease, perhaps?

After calming both Izzy and Finn down, putting Izzy to bed and then offering to make him a drink; Finn had told Rae everything - with the odd interruptions of Finn having to recollect himself due to crying outbursts - in which Rae just sat and listened. One thing Finn truly loved about Rae was that she never had an opinion or told Finn what was right or wrong, well she always had an opinion but not when it was to do with stuff like this. Instead, she just sat and listened whilst nodding every now and again - just to make sure said person knew she was still listening.

The pair then grew silent and Rae watched as Finn took drags of his rollie, not realising her rapid increase in hormones. She knew it was because her emotions were at an extreme high, but God... What she'd do scrap her teeth across his skin, do the unimaginable to him. Finn could feel her staring, so he turned to her and blew a perfect little ring in her face as he gave her a cheeky smile. He then also noticed a fix in the atmosphere, something flickered in her eyes - a look he knew all too well. Now, this could have gone two ways:

1. He could've turned away and turned the telly on as a distraction.

2. He could've gave in.

The two's eye contact was broken by frantic knocking on the front door, Rae shared a frown with Finn before rising to her feet and swiftly leaving to see who so desperately needed her attention.

It wasn't too long before Chloe barged in, she froze; as did Finn. She then whimpered, "Oh God, Finn, am so sorry", In which his face contorted and he let out a sniff. She climbed onto his lap and his head burried into the crook of her neck; his arms slipping around her waist. She kissed the top of his head and lightly combed through his untamed whispy bits of hair - soothing him. Finn tightened his grip on her as the more he wailed, she caught some words of "... My fault", "... Why 'im?" "... I did everythin'..." "... I need 'im", And the rest were incoherent sobs and babbling.

Chloe felt a hand rub her back and she looked to see Rae on the arm of the couch, the two shared a small, sympathetic and knowing smile before turning their attention back onto the heaping mess of cries on Chloe's lap. It was a shame that it had to take Chop dying for the gang to come back together.

Death, it's a weird thing - a time in your life where it can either make you or break you. A time where in the darkest hours of the day suck you into a void of emotion, a time where your mind can become your strong and powerful protector or your worst enemy. Death, we all fear it and we live in that very same fear every day. We do all we can to avoid it, such as look both ways of the road, make sure all candles are blown out before bed time, etc. Some believe that there is a book of life and death and within that book it is written when you are born and when you are to die - others believe that death is death and a part of life's circle. Death can do weird things to you, your mind can create the most sinister of thoughts that cause you to lose that extra hour of sleep. It controls you, when someone close passes, they're all you can think about every moment you get the chance - it heightens your senses and even the question of 'How are you?' Can cause you to become a quivering mess. Losing someone close is a feeling that cannot be described, you always convince yourself there's not a pain like it and there won't ever be again - until an even closer relative/friend/etc. Passes. Which is why Finn just simply couldn't wrap his head around the burning pain within his chest, after his mum died he thought no death would ever effect him as bad as her's did - but then he never thought he'd be losing Chop so soon. Another reason for the pain and ache that chewed on every fibre of Finn's being was because all Finn could think in the final moments of Chop's life was;

That should be me.