A/N: Hey guys! ...huh... i don't have much to say today...

After what seemed like eternity, the fog receded once again. He slowly opened his eyes and noticed the dull throbbing in his head. He recognized the hospital room he was in, although the lights were all turned off.

What the hell...?

He looked around and realized no-one was in the room. He noticed the IV in his arm and decided to leave it in for now. After a few minutes, he got annoyed with the IV and took it out. It was odd, his ribs seemed to hurt more than usual. If he moved in the slightest, they felt like they were on fire. Suddenly he felt extremely nauseous and he leaned over the side of the bed and emptied the contents of his stomach into the trash can beside the bed. He felt a little better now, but he got dizzy when he moved too fast. Ugh, he couldn't even fool himself. He felt like shit.

A few minutes later Archer came in to check on him, only to find that he was awake.

"Roach! You're awake! How are you feeling?"

He winced when the pounding in his head got a bit worse.

"Oh, sorry Roach. Do you want more pain meds?" He asked quietly.

"No, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You don't look-"

"Yes, Archer. I'm sure."

"Did you get sick?" Archer asked, aware of a foul smell in the room.

Roach nodded and silently pointed to the trash can. Archer took the trash can and cleaned it out. Roach watched him from the bed. His body language said he felt guilty about something. He had also noticed that Archer was being nicer to him than usual.

Why does he feel guilty? What happened?

He thought about what happened earlier, but everything was blurry and unclear. That worried him. He remembered that morning, Archer looking over his injuries, then eating breakfast, and taking his meds. Then he remembered Archer carrying him around, trying to get him to tell him why he hated being carried. Everything after that was blurred beyond recognition. Then everything went black. He did know he had a concussion, though. He had had a few before and knew how they felt. He just didn't know how he had gotten the concussion. That's what confused him.

He slowly sat up and groaned when he got dizzy. He put his head in his hands but immediately recoiled when the area around his right eye hurt really bad.

"What the fuck?"

Then he realized that since he had a concussion, he probably had a black eye.

Oh man, I probably look like shit.

"You look like shit, Roach."

He jumped when Ghost voiced his thoughts.

"Oh, hey Ghost." He said as everyone else filed into the room. They all sat down and started talking. Archer had disappeared, though...

"How are you holding up?" Merrick asked.

"I'm good."

"Really?" MacTavish asked.

"No, I feel like shit."

"Well, that makes sense." Logan said. Yesterday they had gotten the results of the blood test back. It was a mild concussion, nothing that could kill him but it would hurt like hell.

"Yeah. Umm... why do I have a concussion?"

"Because you hit your head."

"Don't make me bitch slap you."

"You're mean." Hesh said, making a face.

"Don't change the subject!" Roach said angrily.

"I didn't, we're still on the same subject."

"Don't play head games with me either."

"Ugh! Do you know every trick in the damn book?!" Kick asked.

"Yes. If you change the subject again, I'm leaving."

"But you can't!" Keegan said, looking at his leg.

"Watch me." He said defiantly.

"You have a bad attitude." Price said.

"It's because I'm a teenager."

"No you're not!" Merrick said, shocked. The kid didn't look like a teenager.

"He actually is, I think he's 19?" Toad asked, looking at Roach.

"Yep. And if you think my attitude is bad now, you should've seen me when I was 15."

"Really? How bad was it?"

"I TP'd everything in sight and cops hated me."

"Oh God. You were one of those teenagers?"

"Yeah, I did some pretty awesome stuff, though."

"Stuff like what?"

"Stuff that's none of your business. Now tell me how I got a damn concussion before I go find answers myself."

"Okay, okay. What do you know?"

"I know that whatever happened was Archer's fault."

"Why do you say that?" Price asked, not wanting to admit that he was right just yet.

"His body language shows he feels guilty and he's also being a lot nicer than usual."

"How is he being nicer?"

"He hasn't tried to make me eat or take any meds yet, usually by now he would have."

"Huh. Well you're right, it was partly Archer's fault."

"Only partly? Damn, that was unexpected." He said sarcastically.

"Do you even remember what happened?"

"Nope, maybe I'll remember later."

"No wonder you're not mad." Archer sighed in relief as he entered the room.

"That doesn't mean you're in the clear. He said it was partly your fault, so that's enough for me to yell at you for."

"If you can't remember, then what are you gonna yell at me for?"

"... I'll make something up!"

"Okay. Have fun doing that."

Roach seemed deep in thought for a moment.

"Nah, I think it'd be better to just bitch slap you instead." He said seriously, shooting him a murderous glare.

Archer retreated to the other side of the room.

"Hey, be nice. It was partly your fault, too, Roach." Soap said, looking at Archer.

"Prove it then."

Soap was at a loss for words. He couldn't prove anything without telling him what happened, but if he told him what happened, he knew Roach would be pissed.

Roach saw him thinking about it and said, "You might as well just tell me, I'm gonna remember it later anyways."

Soap took a deep breath, then said, "Fine, but you have to promise you won't get mad at Archer."

Roach laughed, but it quickly turned into a grimace when his ribs hurt worse.

"I'm not promising you shit."

"Then I'm not telling you."

"That's fine with me. I'll just wait until I remember and then I'll bitch slap Archer."

"You're not allowed to bitch slap anyone, Roach."

Suddenly he didn't see them or the room anymore. He was being carried by Archer, and they were almost to the rec room. But then he fell.

No, you were dropped.

It was bad, though. As he fell, all he could see was his mother, dead in that hospital bed. After that everything went black and he could see the room again.

"Roach?" Ghost asked, snapping his fingers to get his attention.

But he wasn't paying attention. He didn't care about what was going on with everyone else, he was focused on Archer. The one who dropped him and gave him a concussion. He was pissed.

"You dropped me."

Everyone in the room was silent. Archer paled and stayed as far away from Roach as he could.

"Roach, I'm-"

"Don't say you're sorry, because you're not. You're just scared." He said, his voice low. It scared everyone more than yelling ever could.

"I really am sorry. I didn't mean to drop you! It was an accident!" Archer said, looking at Roach as if he were about to pounce on him.

There was a lot of tension in the room. Roach left it like that, he didn't say anything. The silence was killing everyone and he knew it. He let it hang over them like a thick fog and didn't say anything for about five minutes. Those had been the worst five minutes of Archer's life.

"It's fine." Roach sighed.

Archer nearly fell on his face. Everyone else looked at him like he grew a second head or something.

"What did you just say?!" Toad half yelled.

He grimaced when the loud noise made his head pound.

"Shut the fuck up, Toad. I have a headache." He said, shutting his eyes.

"Did you just say it was fine?" Archer asked.

"Yes, yes, it's fine. I don't give a fuck. But no one is carrying me anymore, I'll either walk or just stay where I am."

"No, you're not walking until I get those stitches out." Archer said quickly.

"I guess I won't be going anywhere, then." He said simply.

"Oh, come on Roach. It can't be that-" Toad started to say.

"It is that bad, so leave it be. I'll just stay here."

"I know you, Roach. You'll get bored after five minutes." Ghost said.

"How could I possibly get bored with all of you guys always here?" He asked, his eyes jumping from person to person.

"He does have a point. I mean, someone is always with him." Kick said evenly.

"No, he's not just going to sit here until his stitches come out! That'll be several days from now! I'll get him a wheelchair if I have to, but I refuse to just let him sit here." Archer said, clearly not a fan of the idea.

"Excuse me mom, but I'm sitting right here." Roach said. He was starting to get annoyed.

"Did you just call me mom?"

"And are you not starting to act like one? Always ordering me to do shit and talking to everyone else about my problems, while I'm in the room no less! It's getting on my nerves." He growled.

"I do not! You're the one always making reckless decisions and almost getting yourself killed."

"Do you think I do that on purpose or something?!" He said, offended that Archer would think something like that.

"Would you two stop fighting! You've been at each other's throats ever since we got here and that needs to stop. You're on the same fucking team, start acting like it." Price shouted.

Roach didn't expect anyone to yell and he jumped, nearly falling off the bed. But luckily, he caught himself in time and managed not to fall. He wrapped a hand around his midsection and clenched his teeth, as his ribs felt like they had been set aflame.

"Looks like it's time for more pain meds." Archer said as he found a syringe and started to fill it.

Roach just sat there. He always seemed so tense and jumpy nowadays.

"You need to stop being so jumpy, if you're not careful, you'll tear your stitches. I don't see why you're so nervous in the first place, I mean, the security around here is pretty damn awesome. I doubt anyone could get in at all, much less get to you."

"I know, but I don't have any weapons on me. I don't give a shit about security, until I get a weapon, I'm not gonna feel safe. Where are my weapons, anyways? I think I lost them when I got captured..."

"You did, but we found them in a pile on the floor in that room. They're around here somewhere, you can have them back later." He said as he gave him the shot. It should start working in a few minutes.

"I need to teach you how to lie. You suck at it." Roach sighed.

"Fine, then. I'm not giving you any weapons until you get healed up so you don't shoot me while I'm trying to give you pain meds. Better?"

"If you were going for blatantly honest, then it was wonderful." He laughed.

They all spent they rest of the day talking and enjoying each other's company.