Chapter 2:

Greg woke up still lying on the floor but in a more comfortable position and perhaps on a lab coat or something, he couldn't quite tell.

He opened his eyes, squinting and trying to put things in focus. His head hurt, really, really bad. Reaching behind his head he tenderly moved his hand through his soggy spiked hair finding a painful bump the size of a golf ball.

He winced in pain causing some commotion behind him.

What sounded like a glass hit the ground and shattered spraying pieces all over the floor.

"I see I'm not the only one who's been a klutz lately huh?" Questioned Greg in a teasing way.

SILENCE.

Greg turned around slowly to see who was being so rude as to not answer him.

NO ONE.

Glass was all over the floor and the window was open, letting in a cool breeze just cold enough to make the hairs on his arms rise.

"BOO!" Yelled Sara, jumping out from behind a filing cabinet and startling Greg, sending him about a foot in the air and then smack down onto the floor again.

Greg let out a sharp scream very similar of one like a five year old girls.

Sara chuckled walking over to Greg with an ice pack to heal his bruises.

"That wasn't funny!" Greg said, relieved and angry.

"Yeah, your right. That was my favorite glass." Sara said happy with herself for being able to come up with a remark like that.

"That's not exactly what I meant…"

"I know Greg, I'm sorry. I heard about what happened. I would have freaked out in about the same way. I just figured I would get your blood running again."

Oh…umm...Thanks? So you heard about what happened? Oh, you didn't by any chance recover my latex glove punching bag from the crime scene did you?"

"Greg! No one died. I would hardly call it a crime scene. If you want it back just go and get it off of the desk."

"Yeah. Thanks for all of your help."

The bump on the back of Greg's head had increased in pain and was causing him a great deal of discomfort. He eyed the ice pack in Sara's hand just praying it was for him.

Sara seamed to get the hint and handed him the ice pack to do whatever he pleased with it.

"We tried to trace the instant messages back to the location of the sender and you will never guess where it went to."

"Knowing my luck it was a Jail or something."

"Better…" Sara said.

What could be better than a prison Greg thought? He gave Sara a nervous look, hoping this was another joke.

"An insane asylum."

"Great! The "I'm passing out" feeling is coming back!"

Sara rushed to Greg's side keeping keep propped up while slapping him in the face.

"OW...OW...OW! WAS THAT NECESSARY!" Greg screamed after Sara had stopped, realizing that Greg wasn't actually going to pass out again.

"Sorry! You can never be to sure about when you're going to pass out again!" Sara stabbed back defensively after being embarrassed. "Why don't I just go and get you some food or something?"

"That would be great. I'm sorry for being so unstable. I'll try not to pass out so much anymore." Greg said, sensitively, sorry for being such a burden.

Sara took the apology, with a soft smile, returning the "sorry" and then leaving the room to go get Greg something to eat.

Greg watched as Sara left the room before resting his head down on what he had clarified was an extra lab coat, easing his painful eyelids shut.

Dosing off, his last thought was the reassurance that the person in the insane asylum was locked up tight and wouldn't be harming Greg any time soon.

Authors Notes: I hope you liked my second chapter! I turned it out fast, but only because of peer pressure! LOL! My friend really wanted the second Chapter. I hope you liked it though! I would love any ideas you have for my upcoming Chapters, they are always accepted! Also, please notify me if you have found any mistakes in my writing! Thank You for reading and Reviewing. I love the reviews!