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I walked down the same hall way I walked the day before, my shoes clicked on the floor, that being the only noise. I made my way slow and steady, feeling the need to rush but quilling it with the knowledge that he wasn't exactly going anywhere.

The same nurse that spoke to me yesterday suddenly came out of his room from the end of the hall way and whether it be sub-consciously or unconsciously my feet speed up. I reached her just as she was turning to walk towards the doctor's station.

"Excuse me," my voice came out a lot stronger than I had intended. She turned around, a grim look set on her face, but her eyes brightened when she saw me walking towards her.

"I would just go home to day if I were you darlin'," she said, he voice light, but her tone too many waves of heaviness. My heart fluttered in my chest and my throat clenched in an all too familiar form of panic.

"Why? Is he okay? What happened?" I snapped, not giving any time for answers that I was demanding.

"His mother and father are here, it's not my place to tell you, but I just don't think its appropriate for you to be here, his mother is very upset about your friends life decisions and … wait, where do you think you're going?" the nurse shouted after me as I stormed down the corridor to his room. I managed my way down the hall way in less than 10 strides and if I had allowed myself any time to think I may have been impressed. As I reached his door, I could hear the yelling and harsh tones which vibrated from him side.

"We can get you help for this … Illness David," a lady snapped.

"Mum please," Dave pleaded.

"No I refuse to except that you are this disgusting filth that I once called my son, you will receive help to overcome this or I will…" I allowed myself no time to think as I wrenched the door open and stood, with a scowl plastered on to my smooth face as I surveyed the scene before me. A tall man, with greying hair and an even greyer beard sat next to the bed, his eyes down cast, a tired expression on his face. A tall woman stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over her large chest, standing tall and stiff over the two men, and then there was Dave. Dave who sat up but hunched in his bed, hands clasped in front of him on the white sheets, his face pale, tears streaming down his face, and all at once I was angry.

"You know," the room went silent as I spoke, everyone truing the faces to me determined one, "if you could be just a little louder, there's a man on the 8th floor in a coma who didn't quite here what you were saying," at this I looked pointedly at the woman who could have only have been Dave's mother.

"And who might you be," the woman snarled vicious, but answered for me, giving me no time to speak, "Are you one of those? Those freaks?" At that last word Dave sobbed loudly and I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

"Are you calling your son a freak?" I said it quietly, not daring to raise my voice just yet.

"He's just confused," she snapped at me.

"I'm impressed, I've never met such a small mind inside such a big head before," she physically bristled as Dave's dad stood up from his seat and Dave unclenched his hands in favour to hoist himself into a better sitting position.

The woman in front of my gasped and before I knew it my cheek stung and I'm sure it was already turning red. I closed my eyes and begged myself not to cry from the pain, and a small voice helped.

"Get out," Dave's voice was quiet but held a steady calmness and stoniness that I knew I would beg to see again. But when I heard the words my heart stopped, I knew I was in the wrong but I couldn't help myself.

"Your right I think it is high time this despise full young man left, you need your rest Davey," the woman exclaimed and I almost hit her back, her grim made me want to vomit.

"No you, I meant you leave mum," I looked at Dave, expecting to see his eyes glued to his mother except it seemed he only had eyes for me. A soft smile started to grace his rough and still slightly red face and I felt my eyes grow moist, I smiled back at him, my face growing warm with the effort.

"How dare you David?" the woman turned on her son and I was once again ready for the fight but finally David's dad opened his mouth and came to the rescue.

"He's right Linda, go home, and then please pack your thing and get out, if you're not gone by the time I get home then I'll kick you out myself, you should be here for David, I don't care who he is or who he wants to be with, and neither should you," my heart clenched as I watched the world suddenly fall apart around Dave.

"He needs help with this problem Paul," Linda said, her voice still harsh but suddenly smaller and less significant.

"No, he needs to be surrounded by people who love him just the way his is, nothing else now go," his father turned back around, placing a gentle hand on his son's shoulder, ending the conversation in a quick and fluent motion.

The tall woman stilled, looked down at her feet and for a second I thought she was going to apologise but with no such look she glanced at me one final time. "I hope to never see you again you spiteful child," I huffed and pushed my chest out, my smirk growing.

"I never forget a face but in your case I'll make an exception," she looked at me shocked for a few seconds and I had to restrain from fist pumping the air.

"Go to hell," she shouted.

"See you there," I shouted back and that was it, that was the moment I knew I was stuck, oh believe me I knew I was stuck right from the start, when I first saw that scared young man hiding under a baseball cap, and I knew I was even further encaptured the more others spoke to him and I didn't, again I sunk deeper when I knew I had hurt him, and this, this fight, for HIM was the last straw, by now, my feet were so stuck in their place I wondered if I would even make it out alive, if he would either.

I knew when I heard his mother uttered the word freak what I would do, what I had to do.

I was sorry, but it was more than that now.

I turned around, ready to face my doom.

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