Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.

"Why are we in the hospital? I'm not hurt!" Sheen shouted as he and Carl were roughly shoved onto an examination table.

"We just want to make sure," a doctor said while examining the two boys. Three cops waited in the corner of a room, staring intently at Carl and Sheen. After a few moments of checking Carl and Sheen, he went to a corner and grabbed two small vials and two syringes. He took small amounts of blood off of each of the kids. He handed the vials to the cops. "I'll let you guys take this."

"Thanks," one of the officers said while carefully taking the vial. "The kids are ok?"

The doctor nodded. "They seem fine." He cleared his throat before continuing. "Well, I'll leave you all to your business," he said while exiting the room.

Carl and Sheen stared at the cops. The cops stared back at them, wondering what their best plan of action would be. As usual, Sheen was the first to talk.

"So, can we get a change of clothes?"

One of the officers, whose name was McGeehan, stood up. "When we get back to the station and we're done talking about what you all have done, then you'll get some fresh clothes."

Carl shook a little. "I don't want to walk around with blood on my clothes!"

McGeehan frowned. "Well you should have thought of that before you killed those kids!"

Sheen got angry all of a sudden. "We didn't kill Jimmy and Cindy!" he shouted. "We only killed Jimmy! God, were you not listening to the song?"

"Enough fooling around," officer McGeehan calmly said. "Let's bring you two boys down to the station."

Sheen shook McGeehan's hand off of his shoulder. "You can take us, but we won't talk until we see Libby."

McGeehan glanced at his two partners, who nodded their heads. He turned back to Sheen. "You get five minutes, and a cop is going to be in the room. You got it?"

Sheen nodded. "Got it."

Sheen and Carl took a seat next to Libby. Their arms were now handcuffed in front of them. Officer McGeehan took a seat in the corner of the room. He stared intently at the three kids.

"How are you doing?" Sheen quietly asked while reaching out and grabbing Libby's hand.

Libby smiled a little. "I've been better." She nervously looked at Sheen's blood-covered shirt. "What happened?"

Sheen bent down towards her and began to whisper. "Me and Jimmy..."

"No whispering," McGeehan shouted from across the room.

Sheen sent the cop a nasty look before straightening himself up. "Jimmy and Cindy went pretty crazy after these guys shot you," he told her while nodding his head towards the policeman.

"They actually blamed me and Carl. Like we could have done anything!" he said angrily. He took a deep breath and looked down at the floor for a moment. "Anyway, we went back to the woods. Earlier today, Cindy snuck up on me while I was answering nature's call. I turn around and she has a gun to my head!" he said convincingly.

"So she threatens to shoot me, says that I killed her best friend. Never even occurred to her that I was more pissed than her! I thought my girlfriend was dead!" he sadly said while a tear trickled down his cheek. He squeezed Libby's hand.

"So Jimmy bursts onto the scene, and he actually looked a little surprised to see Cindy holding a gun on me. He went to stop Cindy, and she got distracted. So I, always the hero," he said while sadly smiling a little, "lunged for her gun. We got in a bit of a tussle, but I actually managed to grab it from her! I shot at her, but I hit Jimmy by accident."

Sheen paused for a moment and looked down at the ground. McGeehan had scooted his chair a little closer to the kids, and was listening intently. Carl just lay back and closed his eyes. Another tear fell from Sheen's right eye.

"He was my best friend," he croaked. "He was trying to save me."

Libby stared at him, her brown eyes getting misty. Jimmy's dead? He's actually dead?

Sheen reached took his hand off of Libby's and wiped the tear from his eye. Five minutes had already passed, but McGeehan made no attempt to silence Sheen. "I killed him. I hit him in the head. God, you have no idea how disgusting it was. Cindy, she completely forgot about me. She was crying over Jimmy's body. I...I...I just dropped the gun. I couldn't believe what had happened."

"So we all just stayed like that for a moment. Then Cindy stopped crying. She turned to me. And god, her eyes." Sheen stopped for a moment, and a look of horror crossed his face. "I'll never forget that look as long as I live. The way she just stared at me, it was...it was like I had shot her. She was so quiet when she did it. She just...scooped up the gun. And I didn't do anything. I thought she was going to shoot me, and I thought I deserved it."

Sheen cleared his throat. "But she aimed the gun at herself. Carl shouted 'Don't!'. That snapped me out of it. I was afraid if I did anything, she would remember that I killed him, and she would shoot me instead. So I told Carl to shut it, that she had tried to kill us. And she," his voice trailed off for a moment. "She pulled the trigger."

Sheen looked up from the ground and saw that Libby had tears rolling down her cheeks. He was surprised to see that he did too. "They're both gone, Libs. And it's my fault."

Carl still sat in silence, and officer McGeehan finally stood up. He walked towards Sheen.

"Time to go, kid," he whispered while grabbing Sheen and Carl. He also had a tear rolling down his cheek.

Sheen didn't resist. He didn't look at Libby as the cop led him away. Libby stared after him long after he had left, though. She just stared at the doorway, not believing what she had just heard.