SILENT HILL IS OWNED BY KONAMI!

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SILENT HILL IS OWNED BY KONAMI!

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Bored and used again, Henry stayed down on the floor and stared at the ceiling fan. He watched it move, trying to catch one pillar and follow it until he got dizzy and closed his eyes.

"Receiver..." He snapped his eyes back open and scanned the room. No one was there. Was he just hearing things? He sat up the best he could and stared at the only window that wasn't blocked by anything. Then he thought he saw a grey head falling down very quickly.(1)

"What the hell?" He scooted back into the door. For once, Henry wanted Walter to come back. Was he going insane? Walter was taking longer then usual, he noticed. Great, just when Henry was going crazy, too...

After hyperventilating for about fifteen minutes, the door open behind him, which startled him and make him jump forward. "Henry?" The dirty blonde man walked in the door while taking his jacket off and tossing it to the side. "Were you trying to get away again?"

For once, Henry was realived to hear that voice. "Walter... What's going on? I think I'm going crazy!" Walter placed his palm on the younger one's forehead.

"I can't tell if you have a fever or not..." He muttered. He walked up to the window to open it.

"Wait a minute, Walter!" Walter closed the window back almost all the way, leaving only a crack open to get fresh air in the room, and then left Henry to go to the bathroom.

"Open your mouth." He said when he returned to the room. Henry thought about protesting, but it would only lead him to open his mouth anyway. He complied and a plastic, metal-tipped thing was forced under his tongue. There was a "beep" before it was pulled out again.

"Ninety-nine..." Walter muttered. "That's just great."

A small fever? That was great news, to Henry at least! That one whisper, and the disturbing image, both were just his mind going out of whack because he's devolping a fever!

He was helped to his feet and escorted to the bedroom. "Rest..." Walter covered him with the comforters for warmth. "You've already been through a lot today... I'll go out again, so please, get some decent sleep."

Henry knew that he was sick now. He thought he heard Walter say... "Please." As though he was being kind or something. "Thanks..." He whispered by instinct. He was kissed on the forehead before seeing the door shut and no other person with him.

Henry got out of bed and immediatly noticed that his clothes were back on, and the chains were gone. "Walter..." Was his only thought before he ran out of the room, and then out of the apartment. Down the stairs... Out the doors...

He looked around him. Trees, grass, he could feel the wind hitting his face. He felt excited. He took a deep breath before running again. To where, he wasn't sure, nor did he care, as long as it was far away.

Suddenly, he heard a siren. "Ah!" He held his head and collapsed on the ground. Everything around him went dark and he could hear something moving. It moved until he could see it clearly- he could see that it was a two-headed... Thing. It didn't have legs, so it balanced on one hand and pointed at him with the other.

"Receiver..." It whispered.

"Re... Receiver?" Henry repeated. He tried getting up to run away from it, but the second he moved, it started moving towards him.

"Receiver..."

"G-Get away!"

"Receiver...!"

"Ah!" Henry darted up and started breathing very heavily. He looked around him again. He was in Walter's room, in bed, naked except for the chains, and covered in cold sweat. "A bad dream..." He whispered to himself.

The door opened. "Henry, are you okay? I thought I heard you scream." Walter walked in carrying a bowl.

"W-What is that?"

"Hm? Oh, this? It's just soup. It's supposed to be good for when you're ill." He pulled up a chair next to the bed. "Don't worry if any of it gets on the bed."

"I'm... I'm not hungry..."

Walter put his palm to the other's forehead again. "You're fever isn't getting any better..." He slid the hand down to Henry's cheek. "Plus your pale, and your face is cold, unlike your head."

"What are you, a doctor?" Henry asked sarcastically.

"Actually, I did go to medical school."

"... Oh..." Was all he could say.

"Open up." Walter brought a spoonful to Henry's mouth, and he complied, accepting the food. The process went on slowly, for about an hour.

Walter held the sick man's cheeks with his palms again. "Well, you do have color back in your skin, and your face isn't cold anymore. You should probably get some more rest..."

"No, wait!" Henry tried to reach out before remembering that he couldn't.

"I'll be right back. Just let me clean this bowl out first."

He returned in a matter of five minutes and he layed on the bed with Henry, putting an arm over the other's chest. "Is that better?"

Henry flipped on his other side so he was facing Walter, and rest his head under the stronger one's chin. Walter grabbed Henry's back to bring him closer to his chest and kissed the top of his head.

"Um..." The younger one muttered. "I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier..."

"It's okay... You weren't feeling good. I'm sorry that I took it out on you so violently, even if you did enjoy it."

"You bastard..." He whispered. He was expecting to be hit, but instead his body was pulled closer to the other's.

"Just get some rest, Henry..."

"... Okay..." He whispered again.

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(1) Tell me if I'm wrong, but I swear I saw something like this before...

Though I keep asking my self if I was just seeing things... I couldn't tell! DX