The images kept on flashing through my head. I couldn't shake them off. Michael's car getting hit by a truck. A truck that would crush half of Michael's car and leave it a pile of mess. Finding Michael's unconscious bloody body sprawled underneath the pieces of his broken car. All of it haunted my thoughts. Whether I was awake or asleep, these images always came to me and I felt all but responsible for what had happened to him.

I didn't realize I had dozed off again when I heard the door open and close. The nurse came in and did her usual business, checking in on Michael. She came to where he was lying unconsciously and did her usual stuff, looking and taking notes, finding if any, changes to his behavior. When she left, I came to stand up and stretch around. Sitting for too long hurt. I came over to where Michael was and frowned.

He didn't look that bad. A few cuts and bruises on the face and on his arms were the only signs to indicate what had happened to him. Although, I didn't know how badly hurt he was. I sighed deeply and stroked his cheek. Michael. Why you? He was so nice and innocent.

I suddenly recalled what had happened in before Michael's accident. He had left me in a hurry after he what? Kissed me? Why did he kiss me? I recalled how his lips moved against mine and admittedly, it felt good. The time seemed to stop as his lips grazed over mine. The heat it caused to surge all over my body was incredible. Michael was a good kisser. Then it all came to me, why me? I'm a GUY. Michael couldn't be gay? Was he? I don't know. All I knew was, whatever we shared before he tragically got into this, it was hot, and I don't mind that happening again.

"B-l-a-ke? Is th-at you?" a weak voice said.

My eyes grew wide with shock as I heard the voice. It was barely audible, but still, it was something. Michael eyes started to weakly open and his hand found it's way to mine which was still on his face. His eyes slowly opened more and it took me a minute to react.

"Oh god, Michael!" I exclaimed. I immediately became happy as he started to gain consciousness. "Are you alright? Are you in pain?" I asked as I looked for someone to come and know that he was awake. Where were those Damn nurses when you needed them.

"Ugh.. I'm not sure… I… AGH!" He suddenly winced in pain as he moved.

My eyes grew wider. "What's wrong.. where does it hurt?" I asked as I awkwardly tried to remove my hand from his face and find the source of the pain. "Nurse!" I called out.

Michael's face was in grimaced in pain and I felt bad for every moment of it. Moments later a doctor came with x-rays in his hand and a nurse following after. I suddenly felt relieved that Michael was going to be attended to but anxious at what possible injuries he must've gotten.

"Mr. Weisman, you are one lucky guy." the doctor said as he placed the x-rays on the table beside Michael's bed.

"How bad am I hurt?" he asked.

"Not that bad, you currently have a broken right arm and your right side of your ribs are taped right now. In 3 weeks tops, you'd be fine." the doctor said showing an x-ray of Michael's right arm and his ribs.

"Ow. ow.." Michael said as the nurse adjusted his hand.

"I'm sorry…" I muttered unconsciously. "This is my fault."

"No, it's not your fault and this is nothing…" Michael said as he tried to hide the pain away from his face.

"He's right." the doctor said to me. "He could've gotten worse. Luckily no one was in the passenger seat." The doctor commented. "If someone was sitting there, I don't think that someone would be alive by now."

The doctor's words left me speechless. What would've happened if we didn't stop and he didn't leave me on the road. Would I've been dead by now? I shuddered at the thought.

The doctor and nurse did some more tests with Michael and finally left us after a few minutes. I stared at the floor as Michael looked at me.

"Why are you here?" Michael asked. "I mean… … shouldn't my brother be here instead of you..?"

"Well he went out to buy stuff, I've been here with him ever since.." I said, not looking at him.

"Ever since… wait how long was I out?" Michael asked.

"This is the third day after your accident" I said still looking at he floor. I couldn't find myself to look at him.

"Blake." he said and somehow that made me look at his eyes. He looked at me with what? Gratefulness? Happiness? Sadness? I couldn't quite tell. "Go home." he said flatly.

Wait… What?! "What?" I asked loudly.

"You heard me… GO. HOME" he said emphasizing the last two words.

I stared in utter shock at him and he simply stared back at me. My mouth hung open and I shut it and shook my head. I couldn't believe what Michael said. I have been watching him for 3 days now and the day he wakes up, he asks me to leave? I quickly turned around and marched out. How dare he ask me to leave. Who did he think he was? As I held the doorknob though I was stopped when he spoke again.

"Blake." he said flatly. I turned around to face him and at this point I was becoming irritated at him. "I don't want to talk to you, in school and out. So don't bother going near me." He said. My heart suddenly lurched. I didn't know why I was feeling this way towards Michael. Why should I care about him?

"Oh and one more thing.. Thank you for watching me while I was out…." he said as he trailed off. Unbelievable. What? is Michael Bi-polar? I didn't bother welcoming him. I stared at him one last time and left the hospital. I walked angrily home. The nerve of Michael doing that to me? Why?! I have been so kind enough to stay around and even miss school for him. And yet.. He did thank me… but why did he ask me to leave? Did he think I would ask about the kiss again? I actually wasn't going to bring it up.

"Hey Blake." a voice called to me.

It was Nellie who had called me, she was driving and stopped by me. "Want a lift?" she asked. I nodded slowly and she gestured for me to ride the car. She gave me a small smile as I sat down and I instantly remembered that car ride with Michael. I quickly shook the thought out of my mind. Michael will not be mentioned again or thought of I said to myself.

"So where have you been?" she asked as she started driving away in her black convertible. I also noticed that everyone seemed to have a car, everyone but me and I'm guessing also Michael now.

"I… uh.. was in the hospital, I was watching Michael." Great so much for not thinking of him.

"Why, what happened?" She asked concerned. "Is that why you two hadn't shown up at school at all?" I nodded and she suddenly scratched her head.

"Michael got in a car accident." I said

"Why haven't you answered my calls?" She asked suddenly annoyed.

"My phone kinda got crushed, together with Michael's car." I said smiling sadly.

"Oh… I was so worried about you." Nellie said.

Something about that made my heart flutter, Nellie was worried about me? I smiled at the thought and kept quiet the rest of the drive. When she asked me if I was okay I nodded and simply said I was tired.

She dropped me of at my house and after convincing my mom that I was okay for a hundred times, I went straight for my room. I was feeling mixed emotions today. Happy about Michael finally coming to, Guilty that I caused his accident somehow, Angry that he asked me to leave and Happy again about the Nellie situation.

I decided to take a shower and the warm water was very welcoming to my body. The heat somehow reminded me of the kiss with Michael. How our lips met and how he hungrily kissed me. I found myself going hard with just the thought and I started rubbing my erection. I tried to think of dirty thoughts but every time I did, Michael came in to my mind. From the kiss to different fantasies forming in my mind. Michael pleasuring me and doing all sort of dirty stuff for me and Oh! I hadn't realized it but I came already. Fuck… I thought as the pleasure swept over my body. I felt good but wait… Did I just masturbate to Michael? Oh Crap.