As heard by random witness at 12:58am.

Voice One: "Spot, come on, stop it."
Voice Two: "Relax, Sarah."
Voice One: "Spot…"
Voice Two: "Chill, alright?"
Voice One: "I'm not gonna chill!"
Voice Two: "Sarah!"
Voice One: "Quit it!"
Voice Two: "Just relax!"
Voice One: "Let go of me, Spot!"

Voice Three: "Let go of her!"
Voice Two: "Well if it ain't Jack-Be Nimble, Jack-Be-Quick, Jack-Go-Suck-Your-Boyfriend's-Dick."
Voice Three: "Fuck up, Spot. I ain't gay."
Voice Two: "Sure didn't sound like that the other day. It sounded like you and Dave were fucking around."
Voice Three: "Shut up, Spot!"
Voice One: "Leave him alone, Spot."
Voice Two: "So now you're in for faggot rights too?"

Voice One: "I…just…"
Voice Three: "Hey, Spottie, I got one thing to say to you."
Voice Two: "What's that, gay boy?"
Voice Three: "I wanna see those green boxers again."
Voice Two: "You…little…fuck…"
Voice One: "What?"
Voice Three: "Oh, let's Spot explain this one, shall we?"
Voice One: "What is he talking about, Spot?"
Voice Two: "Nothing."
Voice Three: "I wouldn't call it nothing. Remember that St. Patrick's Day party that Spot had when he was at boarding school?"
Voice Two: "Shut it, Jack!"

Voice One: "What happened?"
Voice Two: "SHUT UP!"
Voice Three: "Aw, poor little Fido. Scared that you're gonna lose your precious ego? Well, I don't give a fuck about your god dammed reputation."
Voice Two: "I'm gonna kill you. I swear, I'm gonna kill you!"
Voice Three: "Kill me? Ha, really now? I distinctly remember you doing something else that night. Almost like "kill", except the last two letters were two s's."
Voice One: "Wait…You mean…"
Voice Two: "SHUT UP, JACK!"
Voice Three: "That's right."
Voice One: "You kissed Jack?"
Voice Two: "No…Sarah…I mean…I was drunk…"
Voice Three: "Drunk? You didn't take one sip of beer at the party!"

The dialogue ceased and sounds of struggling occurred next, followed by screaming.

Get well soon, Jack.
Hope you feel better, Jack.
That motherfucker should go to hell. Good job defending your girl, Jack.

-Mush
-Skittery
-Kid Blink

List of injuries:

-Three bruised ribs.
-Broken clavicle.
-Fractured scapula.
-Bruised sternum.

Dear students, parental guardians, and faculty:

Two nights ago, a senior from Stuyvesant High School was maliciously attacked by a student attending a Brooklyn high school. Although this occurred outside of the education boundaries, we would like to make this issue public so this does not happen again. We believe that the Stuyvesant student was assaulted due to his sexual orientation. Because of this, Stuyvesant is going to establish a Gay/Straight Alliance program between other high schools in Manhattan and Brooklyn. Since the 2006 school year is concluding in several days, this program will begin in September.

-Mr. Trials

He can barely breathe.
He sure as hell can't talk.
It's not like he's choosing not to.
He can't.

Jack physically cannot talk.
His entire chest area is damaged.
Every time he inhales, it hurts.
And every time I watch him, it hurts me.

This whole thing is my fault.
If I had never gotten involved with him, he'd be alright.
And Sarah, too.
She'd be fine.

Turns out Spot was trying to have sex with her when Jack showed up.
And of course, thank God, she refused to.
Or, maybe that's actually a bad thing.
If she hadn't flipped out, Jack wouldn't have heard them.
He wouldn't have gone to help her.
He'd be at home now, instead of the hospital.

Oh my God.
What the hell am I saying?
No. No. No.

It is a good thing that Sarah refused.
It is a good thing that Jack helped her.
It is a bad thing that Spot has a savage libido.

None of this is my fault.
Or Jack's or Sarah's fault.

It's Spot's.

Look, look.
See Spot.
See David.
See David rip Spot's fucking windpipe out.

Conversation between Jack and Sarah at the hospital, as heard by a nurse who is probably not being paid enough for her efforts and is probably organizing a union within the hospital to go on strike.

"So how was Superman Returns?"
"Not as good as Batman Begins."
"I knew it."
"The actor in Batman Begins is a lot better than the Superman Returns guy."
"Uh-huh."
"He looks a lot like you, you know. It's seriously weird, Jack."
"So you mean he's extremely handsome then, right?"
"Exactly."
"Heh."
"Hey um…the other night…"
"Hmmm?"
"I never said thank you."
"And you'll never have to."

Author's Note:

Alright. Sorry I've been so behind in the story. School's been pretty busy with final exams and stuff. Oh, and last two sentences of this chapter were actually the last lines in Batman Begins. Heh.