Konnichiwa! It's really hot here were I live, so I stayed inside. I decided to finish typing this chapter to get it out sooner. sigh There was a time when I had chapters out on the same day...oh well. I've gotten really busy.

Disclaimer: High School Musical isn't mine; it's blatently obivious. If it were, it would focus on Ryan and Sharpay and such. And Gabriella and Troy would get everything (I mean, come on, they win their compititions, they win the auditions, they even win each other!)

Well, here it is!

I Trust You- Chapter Fifteen

Sharpay took a deep breath and grabbed the banister for support. She shakily followed the trail of blood that led down the stairs. Sharpay stifled a sob as she knelt beside her brother's lifeless form.

--DING! --

Sharpay jumped at the sound of the doorbell. Wiping her face she opened the front door. Her eyes were met with a dazzling red.

"Sh-Shaylee?"

"Um...yes. Well, I left my camera in the car…are you ok?" Sharpay turned to glance behind her. Her brother's voice echoed in her head: Don't tell anyone. Sharpay took a steadying breath. 'Sorry Ryan.' She thought.

"Listen...um…Shaylee. I really need your help."

Shaylee followed Sharpay into her house. Sharpay stood in front of Ryan. There was a sharp intake of breath. Sharpay glance at Shaylee; her face was paler than usual. She covered her mouth with her hand, her teal-blue eyes wide.

"Ryan?" Shaylee's voice had become very shaky. She knelt beside the bloodied figure. She reached out to touch him several times, but pulled back when her fingers were just inches from contact, as if she were afraid to touch him.

"Sharpay, what…what happened?"

"He…fell. Down the stairs."

"Sharpay, have you called the ambulance yet?"

"No, of course not-"

"What? Why?"

"Well, Ryan wouldn't want me to-"

"What? Sharpay, your brother could die! He's bleeding to death right here in front of you and you haven't done anything to help him. How would you feel, Sharpay, if you never saw his bright smile again, if you never got the chance to speak to him ever again? Sharpay, if you don't call an ambulance soon, your brother is going to die."

Your brother is going to die. Sharpay blinked a few times. She'd never thought about death before. Now that she did, she realized the countless times Ryan could've died: the time Chad and some others pushed him into the pool, the time their father cut his wrists with a pair of scissors…Sharpay's eyes overflowed with tears.

"Ryan!" she wailed, flinging her arms up in the air. She rested her head against his. "Don't go! Please Ryan, don't leave me! I need you! Don't leave me here alone." She sobbed. "Don't be so selfish…"

"Stop it." Sharpay jumped. She'd never heard someone speak with such force before. She looked up at Shaylee; her eyes were watering, but narrowed into a glare. "Don't say such things. I'm sure it would make Ryan sad. You need to be strong for him." She dug into her pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "Go call for an ambulance and get me a bowl of warm water and a rag."

Sharpay nodded, jumped up, and ran off to the bathroom.

Shaylee stared at Ryan. She reached out and gently pushed his blond hair off of his forehead. She listened to Sharpay frantically explaining to the 911 dispatcher that her brother had fallen down a flight of stairs. Shaylee's hand brushed against Ryan's. It was turning cold. She clutched his hand to her forehead.

"Ryan," Shaylee squeezed her eyes closed as the tears began flowing down her cheeks. "Ryan, do you remember the sunset. Wasn't it beautiful? I felt so warm inside when I was with you. I'm glad we shared such a beautiful moment together. I like being with you." She whispered, kissing the back of his hand lightly, her lips barely touching.

Sharpay rushed into the room spilling water here and there.

"They're sending someone over, they said an ambulance should be here soon." She knelt next to Shaylee, handing her the damp rag. Shaylee gently wiped the blood off of Ryan's pale face.

The next five minutes was a long, flashing-red blur for the two girls. Sitting in the back of the ambulance, clutching the hand of her unconscious brother, Sharpay had never felt more grateful for a shoulder to cry on.

Have you ever had an out of body experience? I have. It's way fun. Odd sort of question. Out of the Blue...oh well!

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