This is my first ever fanfic! If I don't get enough reviews then I'll just give up on this story, so if you like it, review it! If there's not enough angst or melodrama, then tell me and I'll fix it.

The mood in the room was somber, and it was reflected in the faces of the three men and one woman gathered around the hospital bed. The room had no windows, and the only sounds were those of gentle weeping, and the soft, even beeping of the life support machine that was keeping the man on the bed from slipping into death.

The woman was the source of the sobbing. Her blonde hair was disheveled, and her eyes were red from crying. The hand of the large, bald man was resting on her shoulder, trying to still the sobs that were wracking her slim frame. The man in the spotless white suit was gripping the headboard of the bed so tightly that his knuckles matched his outfit, and the last man, the one with black hair, was gazing intently at the person on the bed, his eyes filled with guilt.

The cold, fluorescent light of the hospital room did not flatter the body that was lying on the cot. His skin looked as fragile as tissue paper. His emaciated body was motionless and frail; his once lively face now frighteningly delicate and breakable, with large bags under his closed eyes. His red hair had been taken out of its usual laid-back ponytail, and was fanned out across the pillow like fire crawling from his scalp.

He had been unconscious for three days, and the doctors didn't think that he would wake up again.

Suddenly, the girl spun around, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"It's all your fault, Tseng!" She shrieked at the raven-haired man. "You made him do this!"

"Elena, I-" Tseng stuttered miserably.

"What did you tell him, Tseng? Why did you let him go home alone that night? You knew he was depressed! You knew what he might do! But you wanted me all to yourself!"

Without warning, she threw herself onto the bed, sobbing into the unconscious man's chest.

"Come back! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! Come back! COME BACK!"

As Rude hauled her off the inert body, she screamed at Tseng:

"You killed him, Tseng! You killed the man I loved!"

And then Rude dragged her outside, leaving the room as silent as before.

Rufus stood up stiffly.

"I'm going to see if I can try to calm her down with Rude." He said, leaving the room.

And then Tseng was left alone with his dying rival.

But he's not dead yet, he thought. So I didn't kill him...

I didn't kill Reno.