Before I start, I want to thank the people that helped me think of names, ideas, and plots to this story. I will try to post each chapter as quickly as I can, but I can't gurantee quick results. I want to thank all my friends for bringing a smile to my face and being such an inspiration to me. Also note I will fix mistakes as soon as I can, this is only a work in progress and will expect to have people bash on it's mistakes :P. Also, it would be appreciated if you could comment after each chapter so it won't double merge anything... So, without further ado... Chapter 1 "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave the room," the tall and lanky male nurse told the boy trying to push past him to get into the emergency room. "My friends are in there though," Darius was crying out while trying with all his might to push past the male nurse. Darius was a half-boy, half-man and was the one of the quiet types. He had the appearance of a rebel, long dark hair and a winter-like with his hair flipping out of the bottom, he wore it because his hair was almost always a mess. He was muscular, an athletic celebrity in his community. Despite this, he had a big heart. His eyes were deep and mysterious, that of a dark, black ocean. "I'm sorry sir, please, sit down in the lobby...We'll let you know how they're doing," the nurse said in a tired tone, exhaustion from a hard day's work. Darius simply sighed and sat down in the waiting room. He twiddled his thumbs and found to his surprise that his hands were quite sweaty. He gazed into the palm of his hands, digesting the situation. His memories jumped all over the place, but one distinct memory, one that is quite fresh in his mind seemed to stick out the most. There was a party merely two hours before Darius found himself in a hospital waiting room. Randy and Samantha, his two best friends, probably more in a sense. Randy had been his best friend since childhood, and Samantha, a girl he had huge crush on, but best friend nonetheless. Their lives were in a critical state, a memento that drunk drivers are moving, lethal land-bourne projectiles. Darius had witnessed the whole thing, a nightmare to behold. The metal crunching, the screech of of metal on metal, a haunting sound. Darius put his head in his hands trying to hope for the best. After about three hours, his five mile train of thought came to an abrupt stop when the same male nurse called his name, "Hey, kid...You may see them, they've been asking for you." Darius got up, his hands were very shaky and his heart was drumming inside his chest. He walked with uneven footsteps into the room they were being kept in. He looked at Randy. His face was in terrible shape. His red hair was messy and his bright blue eyes looked into Darius'. After a a raspy breath Randy said, "Hey..." His voice sounded sad and so much different than the cheery voice Darius once knew. "Hey, you're going to be fine, trust me, you can't die on me," Darius said in a shaky voice. He didn't sound so sure himself. "You can't," Darius said once again. "I won't, after all...I can't let the team down, can I," Randy barely gasped the question. Him and Darius were on the same basketball team, they were the ultimate team according to their standards. Before Darius could answer his question, Randy passed out. After a moment of looking at him, Darius put Randy's hand on his chest. He then walked over to Samantha, "Hey Sam," Darius said. Her bright face, beautiful, and complex turned toward his. Her eyes were always shiny and green, but now, they looked dull and sad. Her black hair was neat as always. "Hi...," she finally managed to say quietly. It was clear her and Randy were in extreme pain. They talked slowly until the nurse ushered him out. Just before Darius left, he heard them both say, "I love you," and they meant it. Darius figured that'd be the last thing they'd say before the worst possible outcomes came around. Darius walked toward the front door and saw that it was raining. He adjusted his black winter-hat and walked out the door, knowing he was going to lose everything that was important to him.