Chapter Two

Author's Note: I'm back with another chapter! Thank you to TheDarkMysteriousAuthor for reviewing, yes it was dramatic, and I'm glad you read this story even though you don't know what OtGW is. With that being said, forget all the drama and prepare yourselves for the real world, and a real, true, hard fact. Greg is alone without his brother. And with that, I lead you into his mind. This chapter is from Greg's POV, by the way…

He sat alone on the hospital bed, staring at the bed where his brother lay, in what the older people were calling a "coma". But Greg knew where his brother really was. He was still stuck in the Unknown. It had been so long, most thought he was dead. Greg was sitting on the same bed where he had been the night they had saved both Wirt and himself. Jason F. sat next to him, croaking a sad song while he stared at Wirt with tears in his eyes, not able to go over and investigate for he couldn't bring himself to it.

And finally, with a sigh, he got off the bed and walked over to the other side of the room, wanting Wirt to be okay. The heart monitor thing was going in those crazy mountains and he could only stare at them, knowing that it meant Wirt was alive. Once he had thought he'd seen Wirt's eyes open, but it had been out of hope. He climbed up into the bed and put his tiny hand on Wirt's arm, shaking him slightly, and he began to talk.

"Wirt, wouldn't you know what we did yesterday? Jason Funderberker and I went out to the forest beyond the house and talked about you. And then Sarah came along and took us home but I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay where you are." he said, sadness touching the edges of his voice, almost in a quavering way. "I wanna know if you'll come back from there. The cloud lady said you wouldn't but then you did and saved me and yourself and then… and then I don't know what happened, but she said the Beast had already…"

Greg stopped, wondering what the lady had said, as he couldn't remember what her words were. Something about Wirt not coming back. But he knew he had, he knew Wirt had, but then he was gone again. Why did it have to be this way? Or was there more to it?

Jason Funderberker croaked and Greg managed a small giggle, but it died as he looked back at his older brother's pale face.

"Come on, Wirt, you have to make it out of there." he said, shaking Wirt again and feeling tears in his eyes.

A woman appeared at the door, his mother, their mother, and she was watching him with tears in her eyes as well. Greg bounced off the bed towards her and wrapped his arms around her stomach.

"Mommy, don't cry. Wirt's gonna make it, I know he can." he said, trying to stop the tears, and as he detached himself from her, he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards Wirt. "See, Wirt, mommy's here too."

The woman could just barely crack a smile at her son's remark and she stared at Wirt's motionless figure, Greg could see that the tears had cleared up and she was smiling slightly. He knew now that she believed Wirt could make it as much as he did. But all hopes are lost at times, and Greg felt a ball of despair growing in his stomach as he looked out a window.

Maybe things would get better, but he almost couldn't think about that. He didn't know what was going to happen. Or… a small idea slipped into his head, and he looked back at his brother's body. He could try to get back to the Unknown. Greg had no idea if it would work, but he felt like it could. There was a good chance that he couldn't because he didn't know how he had gotten there in the first place. All Greg could remember was that he had been sinking down into water, then he was in the Unknown, and the way he had gotten out of there was by being pulled out by Wirt, as if he had been in the water at the same time he had been in the Unknown.

He didn't know how to get there and save Wirt, though, but now, he knew he had to do this. Wirt was most definitely still there, and he knew it. But how? Greg scratched his head, and then looked at Jason F. to get ideas, but Jason croaked and gave him no clue whatever. He didn't know at all.

"Greg, sweetie, come on, we need to get home." said his mother, touching his arm. "I'll make you dinner."

He nodded, tears welling in his eyes again, and followed his mother out of the hospital and back home. They spent the rest of the evening in silence mostly, Greg didn't even attempt anything, for he was too worried and was also plotting whatever he was going to do. He had ideas popping into his head, but he wasn't sure.

The morning only brought more worrying and plotting. He knew he had to get there, and he knew what the plan he had was, but how he was going to conduct it, he had no idea. It was a school day, so he spent the whole day not focusing on any school work at all. When Greg walked home that afternoon, the girl named Sarah met up with him, she was concerned looking with a side of terror to it.

"Greg, is Wirt okay?" she asked. Greg didn't know how to answer because he didn't know how his brother was doing, since he was still in the Unknown.

"Yes. I think…" he trailed off, dragging Jason Funderberker along with him down the street.

"I want to see him. Can we visit him?" asked Sarah, and he nodded, quite sure that this was allowed.

When they did reach the hospital, Sarah took care of telling the registration desk who they were there to see, and then Greg grabbed her hand and dragged her down the halls to Wirt's room. When they walked in, Greg let go of her and ran to Wirt's bedside, climbing up onto the bed, and grasping his brother's shoulders again, lightly shaking him yet again. When he looked up, he saw that Sarah looked depressed and he looked back down again, not wanting to disturb her.

There wasn't much to say but he did grab Sarah and pull her closer, trying to show her that it was okay to be nearer to Wirt, not just stare at him in sorrow. The idea that was knitting itself together in his brain was taking a while to be put completely together, so quality time with Wirt's unconscious body seemed to help him a good bit, it was a comfort.

Jason F. croaked from next to him, and Sarah took her eyes off of Wirt and looked at him.

"I have to go. Are you staying with him?" she said quietly.

"I-yeah…" he murmured, and she touched him on the arm and left.

Greg moved closer to Wirt, and then lay down next to his brother's warm body. Jason sat down by Greg. As he closed his eyes, Greg knew he was ready to carry out his plan. He fell asleep laying against Wirt, feeling the soft heartbeat that belonged to his brother, feeling comforted beyond anything he had felt in so many days.

Author's Note: Well, that's chapter two! I hope you have enjoyed it, and hopefully I can get up the next one soon. Also, you guys should check out a new forum called "Over the Garden Wall" created by Pennate Marauder, it's being developed as we speak, and I really suggest checking it out even if it's not quite finished yet, it will be cool and I really suggest checking it out! Thank you for reading, and please, review, review, review!