Chris once again found himself blinking off blurry vision caused from the latest dose of medicine. His gown was now stuck to his body from the sweating and his left wrist and hand were wrapped in gauze where it was cut struggling to get out of the handcuffs. He was still cuffed to the bed, but the IV was now gone. He heard the door of the room open and quickly shut his eyes to feign sleep so that he wouldn't be injected again or questioned.

"Sleep my friend and you will see that dream is my reality" sung Alex as he entered the room.

"Alex, you son of a bitch. Why are you here?" snapped Chris as he sat up wearily in the bed.

"Why Chris, I can see...well everything. You know that whole girls in white shirts and water thing? You've got that look going on. It's not all that hot on you I have to say. Well unless you get yourself some C cups. Which being you're already in a hospital, we might be able to arrange that" said Alex as he looked over his best friend.

"Have you done anything to Ally? Tell me you haven't touched her you spineless prick" replied Chris reaching through the cuffs to grab Alex's shirt.

"Ally? No, I didn't have to do anything. She offed herself earlier today when you got hauled away. Left a huge mess, was apparently a sight to see" he answered chewing on a hangnail.

"What? She's gone? Oh God!" Chris fell back into his bed.

"No, she's not. I just wanted you to feel what it was like to wake up disoriented, covered in sweat and thinking the love of your life was gone. See Chris, now we are even. Actually..." Alex paused as he punched Chris in the stomach as hard as he could causing Chris to vomit, "Now, we are even. I wanted to hit you still. Like the old times".

"You're a fucked up cross eyed bastard. You know that? I'm in here being questioned for being out of my mind and you're walking free with more than one screw loose. Where is this justice?" coughed Chris.

"Well Chris, you slept with my girlfriend, caused me months of night terrors and destroyed my life. I think making you sweat it out for a couple of hours and a lifetime of nightmares is letting you off easy. Quite frankly, I was coming to your house that night to slit your throat and burn your house down, but I decided against it sitting in your driveway since it wouldn't give me the same satisfaction. I also wouldn't be able to watch you suffer like this. Plus, I get to confess and take credit for the whole thing, and there's nothing anyone can do to me about it. We walk out of here free men." explained Alex glancing at his watch.

"You're confessing to all of this?" asked Chris looking confused and shocked.

"Yea, in about 30 seconds when they turn the mic's and camera's back on. I got 5 minutes to talk to you privately and then they start the filming. How do I look? TV Hot?"

"Batshit insane"

"Close enough. Are you guys listening yet?" Alex spoke looking into the mirror and pulling a face. "I, Alex Shelley, being of sound mind...okay, being of a mind. Let's face it, I'm a Gemini. Anyway, I made up the whole story about my friend here, Chris Sabin, being on steroids and holding me and my piss hostage".

"Holding your piss hostage? I'm in here because I held your piss hostage?" exclaimed Chris not sure whether he should be laughing or mortified by the claim.

"Yea, piss hostage. I was put on the spot. I needed something" he looked back at his friend before turning back to the mirror and continuing, "Anyway, I did all of this because you see, Chris decided to bone my girlfriend while I was on a road trip, hide it and then send her some fucked up note about dumping me for him. Pretty messed up right? Yea. I wanted to get back at him and while I have to say this wasn't what I had in mind exactly, it was quite beautiful and I'm indebted to you all for this performance. This will fuck him up for life."

At that point several doctors entered the room, half going towards Sabin to get him out of the handcuffs and out of the room, the other half towards Shelley with restraints. Alex took a step back and reached into his jacket pocket pulling out a small revolver pointing it towards them.

"Nah-uh guys. There will be no drugging me or putting me in one of your dainty little gowns. I see how you do things and it's just not for me. I'm sorry but after what you did to my buddy and letting me walk into a psych ward with a gun, I just don't trust my future in your hands. I walked into the psych ward with a fucking gun. Bang up job you asshats."

Chris, realizing how scared Alex was, started pleading with him "Alex, it doesn't have to end like this. Come on man. Think. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I slept with Ally, I'm sorry I made your life hell. I'm sorry you felt like you had to do all this elaborate shit to get back at me but man, we are brothers from another mother. We're supposed to leave here tonight together. You confess, we walk out of here."

Alex looked over at Chris, tears in his eyes, "No, you walk out of here today. You go back to the arms of a loving girlfriend and a fancy TV wrestling job. Your life, minus a few nightmares, goes back to normal. I have no other options. It's stay here and become a psychiatric experiment or leave in a box. I'm leaving here tonight."

With that, Alex put the gun up to his head.

"Alex, please. " Chris begged in a last ditch effort. "I promise, I will get you out of his hospital today, none of the funny shit they pulled on me. I swear on my life. We walk out of here like the bad guys in some shoot em up movie, less the hail of gunfire. Strutting the whole way out. We can be nerdy heroes in our own mind. I'll dump Ally. I'll not even mention her name again. I'll tell Dixie that it was a prank to be noticed by management and I was in on it and we'll both get suspended and put in the doghouse but we'll be back on TV again eventually. Dude, you're my buddy. So you've fucked up. So what? You'll fuck up again. You fuck up, I laugh at you for it and we drink until it becomes funny for both of us and move on. Granted this is going to require alot of drinking for me to find even a little humor in it, but I'm sure there's a certain point of alcoholic bliss that will do it".

As Chris finished his sentence, Alex spotted a couple of the doctors moving closer with restraints in the reflection of the mirror.

"No, no...please no" quivered Alex, panicking and pulling the trigger on the gun pointed at his head while Chris quickly turned away to avoid seeing his best friend a bloody splatter on the floor.

"Alex?"

I'm always here, I'm always here...