Alright, peps…here's the 9th chappy. Hope you guys enjoy it!
And here's some peps that I'd like to thank:
BIGHolesFaNaTiC- Thanx for helpin' me come up with the idea of—well, one of Squid's "encounters"…(dun dun duuuunnn)
Drowchild- Glad you love the story ^_^
Sagraco- Meh, don't worry…lotz of peps don't have ideas no-a-days…heh, just kiddin'. I'm glad you like the story!
Eh, man- heh, glad you had time to review this story! ^_^
ZerMaSuTi- Dude, your idea was awesome! I'll be using in the following chapters ^_~ Thanx for reviewing!
el CHURCH- lol, nah, I ain't that evil to let Squid die…meh, but you might think otherwise after you read this lil chappy ^_~
SqUiD cAnT dIe! i LoVe HiM- Sorry for the long update, eh, it takes awhile to think of ideas ^_^
SQUiD- yummy…I love ice cream with all those lil toppings ^_^…glad you like the story!
Eh, I'd also like to say that, again, updates will be a little longer apart :(. I'm going to a summer camp (just a day camp), next week, 2 weeks after that, and then 3 more weeks following that one. Confusing? Yes, I know. But, it's a pretty cool camp. We get to go a field trips every day. Paintball, whitewater rafting (twice! Yay!), beaches, water parks…it's cool…
So, yeah, there's my schedule. I'll be writing in my free times (morning and night), so that's why it might take awhile for any updates. Sorry :(
Anyway,
ENJOY THE CHAPTER!
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Squid fell with a thud onto...well nothing. After recovering from the sharp jolt, he looked around, seeing just black. How could he fall onto nothing?
Zigzag? Squid found talking to someone in a moment of crisis was calming.
'Squid, you alright?'
M fine…what 'bout you?
There was a slight pause, Zigzag? You alright?
'…I'm fine'
Sure? Squid shook his head. He could see right through Zigzag's lie. Zigzag was never very good with lies, unless it involved a catastrophe and it was needed. Example: The Warden.
'I'm fine'
Zig, cut the crap and tell the truth.
'Really, I'm okay,'
Zig! Squid growled. He grinned (even though, it wasn't good for the moment). He liked to growl in his mind.
'It's nothin really'
Yeah it is. I know you Zig.
'It's just…I donno, my stomach's hurtin''
Squid groaned; he knew this was bad. Zigzag never confessed to pain, unless it was real bad.
Did ya tell them?
'I can't…to tired to wake up,'
You need to man. Could get a lot worse.
'I will…just after I sleep…' Zigzag's thoughts slowly trailed off into silence.
Zig??
There was no answer.
Oh no, oh no…
Squid threw his hands up to his temples, and rubbed them furiously. This could not be happening. He had no clue what to do.
Squid wanted to find a way out of this place. He wanted to talk to somebody other than Zigzag's thoughts. Squid wanted to help Zigzag; tell someone that he was hurting. He wanted to see light, not the endless black surrounding him. Squid wanted this stupid headache to go away, but it wouldn't. Nothing would.
Tears slowly pooled into his soft brown eyes, but he rubbed them away.
Squid could have mentioned for the first time in his life, at this moment, that he was scared.
Scared of this never ending blackness.
Scared that he would never wake up.
Scared for Zigzag.
Scared for himself.
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X-ray paced sullenly back and forth in the hot desert heat. It had been over 10 minutes, and still, the paramedic didn't seem to want to stop talking. And they still had to finish their holes. Well, as Mr. Sir put it,
"I still want 7 holes done by the end of the day,"
The paramedic continued with his questioning,
"We need some information to be able to take care of them…first of all, what're their real names?"
"Zigzag and Squid,"
The man winced, "Full names, please,"
X-ray sighed heavily, "Ricky Meyer and Alan Kennedy,"
"What's their age?"
"They're both 17,"
"Do they have any medical problems, or take any medications?"
X-ray really didn't want to answer these questions, but he did anyway. He groaned before answering, "Not any that I know of,"
"Do they drink or use drugs?"
"What the hell do you think?!" X-ray had finally had it, "This is a detention center! Do you think they would actually let us bring them in?!"
"It's only standard procedure, sir. Alright, have they been sick lately in the past week?"
"No, sir,"
"Okay, that'll be it for now. If you have any questions, you can ask the police. Their over talking to your counselors,"
With that, the paramedic walked away over to his truck, and left.
X-ray glanced over in the direction where Mr. Sir, the Warden, and some other counselors (including Pendanski), stood. He grinned, seeing the police accusing Mr. Sir and the Warden on numerous accounts.
X-ray sighed, seeing Magnet and the rest of the boys, just hanging around and talking. He walked over to them saying, "We should start back to digging. Don't wanna be diggin' in the hottest part of the day,"
The others nodded, and then walked back to their holes.
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Squid had been standing for hours on end, since his and Zigzags talk. Numerous times, he had tried to contact him again, but the still silence greeted him.
He looked around for, what seemed to be, the millionth time. Yet this time, he blanched and squinted out in front of him. A dot a white just stood there, far out in the distance. Squid's hand slowly, uncertainly, reached up in front of him, seeing if it was just his eyes playing a trick on his, and then dropped back to his side.
He blinked, trying to clear his vision.
But the dot of ashen white didn't go away.
Confused and curious, he started walking forwards.
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"Zigzag?" He heard someone call him. Blinking, Zigzag slowly opened his eyes to see a pretty nurse standing over him.
"Welcome back," She cheerfully said, a slight smile on her face.
"BP's up to 90 over 60. Pulse is 92,"
"Better than before," Someone muttered. Zigzag's eyes roamed the rather large room he was in. To the right, there was a large medical cabinet, filled with bottles of stuff he'd never seen before. Over to the left, a wooden door stood, with a tray filled with scissors, claps, and other tools.
"We're going to see to get him up to surgery and fix his leg. Afterwards, I want someone to tape his ribs,"
"Yes, doctor,"
The foreign noise met his ears above his head: Beeping constantly, and at a level rhythm. He looked up to see a monitor with 3 squiggly lines going up and down. He grinned, for it was an entertaining thing to watch.
"Zigzag, hunny?" He blanched, then sighed and looked over to the nurse, who had been watching him stare at the machine, "We're going to give you a shot, alright? It's going to help you sleep."
"Why?" He asked, mustering up the best innocent look he could get.
The attractive nurse smiled, "We're going to bring you up to surgery. It's going to fix your hurts,"
"…fix my stomach?" He questioned softly.
"No, hunny. Your leg. Now, what's that about your stomach?" The doctor, over on the other side of the table, frowned, and then came over to their conversation.
"Hurts,"
Again, the doctor frowned, and looked over to his bare stomach. He placed his hand on it, then pushed in several places before saying, "Where does it hurt, Zigzag?"
"M' side,"
"We're going to turn you over on your side, just to check for anything, alright Zigzag?" He said to the boy, then turned to the doctors in the room, "On 3, my count." They all nodded before positioning themselves somewhere on the side of Zigzag, ready to turn him on his side.
"1..2..3,"
Zigzag groaned as the pain in his side increased.
"Damn! Look at the bruise…alright; we'll do his leg later. C'mon people, let's get him up to surgery!"
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Squid kept staring ahead. The light seemed to grow in size, every time he stepped forward. The darkness wasn't bothering him any more, for the light was giving him reassurance that there was a way out of this place…