A/N: So I was confused where this story was going to end when I had started... Have them just be his imaginary friends and he was going crazy a little like in the Beautiful Mind movie. (hated how that movie turned out btw). I'll just leave you all to decide on where to get off on this crazy train. Read till it ends if you want (when I'm finished uploading), or after Chris (this one). Thanks for reading and being so supportive of Ezra. I'd rather be crazy seeing the boys too.

"Why do I feel strange? Like I can't move my body?"

"Ezra?"

"Chris? What happened? Where am I?"

"In a hospital. JD took you under while you were driving. I couldn't stop him in time and you crashed. Ran off the road."

"Was anybody else hurt?"

"Just you."

"Thank goodness."

"Ezra. You aren't awake."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You're in a coma."

"Then how am I talking to you?"

"I'm your imagination. I'm not real."

"How do I wake myself up?"

"How would I know."

"This can't be how it ends."

"No one really wants it to end like this. Hell, no one wants to experience the end ever."

"So what should I do?"

"I will take you through your last journey and if you want, I can take you with me if you wish."

"You mean die?"

"Whatever you want to call it."

Ezra thought it over, "Show me what you have to and I will decide at the end."

"Death and Depression is what I have for you."

~This vision wasn't decades old like the rest. It was only a few years ago. Just when Ezra had reached his lowest point. He had been on the fence about taking his life but always stopped because he wasn't brave enough. No one would miss him. Heck, his mother probably wouldn't care that he was gone. She would no doubt say he did it to himself, drove himself to the edge because he wasn't strong enough. There would be no one to mourn his death. No funeral, no tears.

Ezra's first attempt was trying to overdose, but he threw them back up and just curled up in a ball of misery. The next day he went to the bar and sat at the front, drinking away his frustration. The man beside him seemed to be doing the same. Ezra had made up a story in his head that the man probably was suffering too. Probably wanted to end his own life.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get a clear image of his face. Though before this, every person's face was perfectly clear, even ones he barely remembered. Why was this one different?

"What you looking at?"

Those words. That phrase. Ezra remembered Chris saying the exact same thing!

Instead of talking to the man in black, young Ezra apologized and finished his drink before leaving.

His second attempt, he decided to use a gun, but there was the possibility of him still surviving and just be disabled for the rest of his life. If he thought his mother considered him a burden when he was growing up, she would want nothing to do with him like that. So instead he drank. He drank and did his best to turn off all emotions. He was still depressed, but bottled it up, always putting on a front for the person he was conning but the biggest person he was conning was himself.

A year later he got worse. His mother's words of 'appearances are everything were probably the only thing that kept him from cutting himself. Instead he would pinch the skin right between his inner elbow. When it finally bruised, he moved to the other arm and began again. He stopped eating, began treating alcohol like meals and a cop that pulled him over for being over the illegal limit finally knocked some sense into him. ~

"I met you." Ezra said at the end.

"You met or saw all of us at some point. You just didn't realize it. How else did you think you came up with our faces?"

"And the names?"

"It's time to decide. Stay or cross over with me? We'd all be together again."

Ezra thought it over. It was what he had wanted, but then…

"You told me that I had to move on from you. That I needed to live my life."

"I did."

"So why are you telling me to die?"

"It's what you've wanted for a long time isn't it? This way, all your friends will be waiting for you on the other side."

Ezra couldn't believe it, "Are you some kind of reaper or something now? Is that why you're wearing black all the time? You've been waiting to take me for years now!"

"You're so dramatic. I'm not a reaper."

"I can't. As much as I want to, I can't do it. I can't die."

"Really? It's never going to get easier than this. Just let it all go."

"But I can't! Neither should any of you just accept this! I need to wake up!"

The nurse walked into the room of the coma patient and her mouth opened in surprise. She called for help and they removed the assisted breathing tubes. The man was getting better.

"It's a miracle. I never thought he'd wake up." She said, looking down at the blond-haired man.

Other nurses raced down the hall. Soon, there were reports of half a dozen coma patients beginning to breathe on their own and showing signs of recovery. The recent coma patient hadn't been in for very long, but since his arrival, the head nurse secretly felt that he somehow was the reason for the change in the others.

Ezra woke up, eyelids heavy as he tried to open them. The nurses all seemed cheerful for some reason. They asked how he was feeling and talked amongst themselves when they thought he couldn't hear them. Something about him possibly being the reason several other coma patients were now waking up after months. Some of them had been in there for as much as over two years.

Two years. Ezra couldn't imagine that. The family must've gone through hell, hoping they'd wake up.

He took it easy the first few days. Keeping to himself and waiting until he had recovered enough to leave. He hated hospitals.

One afternoon, the nurse who was caring for him came in to take him for fresh air. Though he didn't really want to, being out of his room sounded nice.

Ezra could only call it the sly tactics of the nurses to get him as well as six other men out into the hospital gardens for 'fresh air'. He could only surmise that these were the other patients who woke up around the same time as himself.

The nurses probably, entertained that they had met on some spiritual level and brought each other back. Ezra was about to ask to be taken to another part of the garden, the noise level of one of the patients already giving him a headache, when he stopped and actually looked at the men.

They all looked scruffy with facial hair and long hair covering their eyes. Some of them had made an attempt to pull it out of the faces while others didn't seem to care. The voice though, was familiar.

"JD?" he asked hesitantly.

The young man turned his head to look at Ezra. He looked confused.

"Do I know you?"

"You're JD Dunne, right? I'm Ezra." Ezra smiled, relieved that it was actually him.

JD looked confused.

"I'm sorry, I don't know an Ezra."

Ezra's smile went away, replaced with a frown.

He looked around and was able to pick out the others. He found Vin, and noticed that he was looking at him. He looked even more scraggly if that was possible with his beard.

"Vin, you remember me, right?"

"Figured it was a dream and you weren't real. I don't forget faces though."

Ezra tried talking to the others, but all he got were weird faces. They didn't understand how Ezra knew their names, but for some reason, couldn't dismiss the familiarity of them all being together.

"Chris?" Ezra finally turned to the blond.

"I'm tired. I'm heading back in."