Author's Note: I'm back. See? Told you there'd be an update ha. Well...that is, if you read the How A Heart Breaks update. (Which by the way, if you haven't, please do!) So ummm this chapter's short also...but I have a feeling most of the chapters are going to be short haha. Oh and I'd like to point out that this story is mostly following Zack, not Cody and Carey...I think...I'm not sure. Also, it's not going to be very long. Probably only about 4-5 chapters. Please READ & REVIEW
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Suite Life of Zack and Cody
I do not own the Bible
I do not own the writings of Luke
I do own Dr. Jamison (which, by the way, is from Only Love Can Break Your Heart haha), Mickey Richardson, and all other characters made up by me.
The Good Samaritan
Chapter 2-
It'd been at least ten minutes since the boy had been beaten. Zack had given up trying to get to him…it was useless. He still felt he should, however – should be helping him.
He was just about to question just why he was there when he saw a third person coming down the road. By the looks of his wardrobe, he appeared to be a minister, or a priest or…someone who would help. Zack had an instant urge to jump up and down with delight. The force held him down, however, so he could not.
But, to Zack's great dismay, the someone didn't stop. He glanced over at the boy and seemed to emit a look of great pity, but he didn't stop. He didn't help him.
Zack's jaw dropped. This was insane. What? Was he just going to leave the kid there to die?
He watched the someone continue down the road. "Who's going to help him now?" He thought anxiously.
Cody sighed as he stared into his brother's unconscious face. He cringed as he glanced at the bruise lingering on it- it really was as big as an orange and an ugly greenish bluish blackish color.
"That's gotta hurt," He thought silently to himself. He slipped his hand into Zack's unbroken one. He was glad he was okay- really glad. He wasn't so sure what he'd have done without him…not that Mickey Richardson really could have killed him. He was strong, but he wasn't that strong.
Carey came in at that moment and sat down in the chair next to Cody. She smiled at him. If she'd been hysterical before, she sure wasn't now. Cody didn't smile back.
"He's going to be fine, Cody," She told him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders.
"When he wakes up," He pointed out. Carey's smile faded.
"It's been three hours," Cody whispered, "What if he doesn't wake up?"
"He will," She reassured him, trying to keep him optimistic, "Dr. Jamison said the only reason he's still out is from the fall."
Cody nodded, "Yeah…but I just wish he'd wake up already."
Carey smiled and tightened her grip around him, "Me too…me too."
Zack waited for a while for someone to help him. He had, once again, regained the struggle to go and help. Or go and get help…whichever worked better. But the force just wouldn't let him.
Zack assumed it had been an hour or so since the priest (that's what he assumed the someone was) had left. He was starting to give up any hope at all when yet another someone came strolling down the road.
Zack held his breath as the second someone walked just a tad closer to the man. But then, once again to Zack's deep displeasure, the second someone simply walked on past pretending that he hadn't seen the man lying bleeding and broken on the ground.
Zack felt his heart sink. This wasn't fair. What if nobody helped him?
Short? Yes, very. I may update Sensitivity Kills tomorrow or so. I'm going to try and update them all this week :) and possibly get some of the oneshot/songfics stuck in my head out so watch out for them :)
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