I really, really, don't own GX

Chan: Hello there. This story has gotten quite popular so I decided to update it.

Chazz: Well, at least it's not a Chazz abuse fic.

Slade: no, it's one that tortures me instead.

Chan: be quiet both of you and let m write or I might just have to kill one of you off.

Chazz: -silent-

Slade: -silent

Chan: That's better!

Chapter 2
The Morning

Chazz's P.O.V.

I woke up the next morning to find myself curled up on top of something very soft. My body was aching slightly from the awkward position I had been in all night. Someone was gently stoking my hair and I could hear whispered voices. It took me a moment before I remembered exactly what had happened and when I did I wished I hadn't.

I yawned and sat up on the bed, causing Jagger to move his hand off of me. Jaden and Zane were there too, but I couldn't see any of the others.

"Good morning Chazz." Said Jagger. He didn't sound like it was a good morning. Really, I couldn't blame him. Slade's eyes were still shut and his body was still, kept breathing by those machines alone. I reached out and touched the back of his hand. I don't know what I was expecting, but whatever it was it wasn't what I felt. Slade's skin was icy cold. I felt myself shiver, even though I was actually quite warm. Jagger noticed this and put a hand over mine, pulling it gently away from Slade.

"Look, Chazz, why don't you and Jaden go get something to eat?" he said. I knew this was just an excuse to get me out of the room, but I didn't care. I nodded mutely and stood off the bed, slipping my shoes on.

Most times I can never get Jaden to shut up, but just then he didn't say anything. He was quiet as we walked all the way along the seemingly endless white corridors away from Slade's room. He was quiet when we got to the hospital restaurant. I could smell food. The horrible stench of grease reached my nose and I suddenly felt sick.

"Chazz?" it was Jaden. He was looking at me with a worried expression on his face. "You ok?" I nodded even though I wasn't.

"I'm…fine." my voice shook dreadfully. Jaden didn't seem to notice though.

"Good. I'm starving, come on." He grabbed my sleeve and tugged me into the queue, ignoring the fact I was trying to mutter protests. Although, he did slip one arm around my elbow so we were linked, so perhaps he did notice something was up.

I didn't want anything to eat. Jaden ordered a full breakfast and then stood there watching me, balancing his tray in one arm.

"I'm not hungry." I told him.

"Rubbish."

"Well how would you feel, if it was your brother and…" I couldn't finish my sentence. Jaden looked stunned and for a second I thought he was about to start crying. But instead he gently put his free hand on my shoulder.

"Staving yourself isn't going to do you, or Slade, any good. Imagine how he'd feel knowing you haven't been eating because of him. He needs you to be there for him when he wakes up." it was the first time Jaden had ever been that serious. I blinked at him. We went back into silence after that as I picked up a bowel of fruit which didn't look like it'd be too hard to eat.

So I spent Saturday morning sitting with Jaden in the corner of the hospital restaurant. He finished his food ages before I finished mine even though he had so much more than me. In a way I was actually hoping he might offer to finish mine off, but he didn't.

"Come on Chazz, eat up." he said. So I had to. He didn't let me leave until I'd eaten everything. It felt very strange in my stomach; I could taste bile in my mouth and I thought I was about to throw it straight back up again.

"Sit there." said Jaden. He left the table for a bit and when he came back he had a large glass of water with ice floating in it. I sipped it until the taste went away and I felt well enough go back to the room.

Zane was standing outside when we got back. He had his head bowed; brushing tiny specks of dirt off of his uniform even though it's always spotless.

"Zane?" I asked. "What's wrong?" I started to panic. "Is Slade ok?"

"He's fine, Chazz." Said Zane. "Well...you know…same as he was."

"Why are you out here then?" it was Jaden speaking this time.

"Because Jagger said he wanted to be alone with him." he turned and looked at me. "Maybe he'll let you in though, Chazz." I nodded and carefully pushed open the door.

Jagger had his back to the door so he didn't see me come in.

"Zane?" he asked, turning around. "Oh, Chazz, hi." He tried to smile but it faltered and slipped before long. He was gripping Slade's hand so tightly I was sure it must be hurting him. Jagger seemed to catch what I was looking at.

"Maybe he can feel it." I didn't respond verbally but instead I walked around to the other side of the bed and took Slade's other hand in my own.

"Why isn't he waking up?" it was the only question I'd been wanting to ask since it happened.

"The doctor said he's in a coma…" said Jagger, causing me to pale even more so. "don't worry Chazz, he might wake up at any time…" I knew Jagger didn't sound very hopeful but it was the only hope I had so I nodded. "We've got to talk to him though, because he can still hear us."

I wasn't sure if I exactly believed this, but I gave it a try anyway.

"Slade? Can you really hear me?" there was no response. Nothing. "it's me...Chazz." there wasn't much more I could say after that so we just sat there in silence until I looked up and noticed Jagger was shivering. He wasn't cold so I knew he had to be upset. I suddenly felt really weird. Jagger's my big brother but I suddenly knew that he needed me to comfort him. Swallowing hard I got to my feet and walked over to him. Without saying a word I reached my hand out towards him and rested my fingers on his cheek. We used to do this when we were little, back when we were still scared of what our parents might do to us if we showed emotion. It kind of means 'I know you're a Princeton, so you wont cry, but if your eyes just did start to water a little bit, then I'd totally wipe away all your tears.'

Normal P.O.V.

A boy was standing in a room. Was it his bedroom? It was more like a prison cell. There were bars on the glassless window and the gap on the heavy bolted door. He wondered how long it had been since anyone had entered the room. People kept walking past, but the rarely stopped for longer than to simply smirk through the bars in the door at him. From what he could tell, his room was one of the highest in the tower. When he went over to the window and looked down, the drop made his head spin.

He stepped back and pulled the long, hooded, black cloak he was wearing tighter around himself. He was tall, but it was difficult to tell how old he was due to all the shadow in the room. From somewhere very, very far away he thought he heard someone calling to him. No. Not heard, just felt it. Felt someone calling his name. But then he blinked and he was confident he had merely imagined it.

But then it happened again. Another voice…the boy shut his eyes and tried to listen. He thought he could recognize it.

"Who are you?" he whispered so quietly he could barley hear it himself. But then there was the sound of movement just outside the door, the bolt sliding back. And the voice, and whoever he had been almost about to think of, vanished from his mind.

End Chapter

Chan: there you go, how do you like it? I hope you find it good

Chazz: What the heck are you doing to my brother?

Slade: aw, didn't know you cared Chazz.

Chazz: shut up. And who is that boy at the end?

Chan: you'll find out. Please review, everyone! If you spot any mistkae, just tell me.