Disclaimer- I DON'T KNOW SHI—TTAKE MUSHROOMS, LET ALONE THE CHARACTERS

Disclaimer- I DON'T KNOW SHI—TTAKE MUSHROOMS, LET ALONE THE CHARACTERS!

DAY ONE

His hands were shaking as fast as a vibrating object. He tried to hold his hands together, but the sweat from his skin made them slip apart. He instead clasped them together behind his neck, breathing hard. This was all his fault. For the first time in his life, he knew this was all his fault.

He looked up to the ceiling from where he was sitting, and said, "God? Why did you do this to me? What was so wrong with me that you had to go and make it my fault anyways? I mean, you didn't have to send Carlton to my locker, and lick up the pills that he thought was vitamin E. Why me? Why Carlton?"

He looked at Carlton's body. Sweat dripped down his cold cheeks, and his eyelids twitched every minute. Other than that, he did not move an inch. The veins in his arms and neck were purple, protruding slightly. As Will touched his cousin's hand, he felt something similar to cold stone. The eerie beeping sound from his monitor imposed upon Will the seriousness of what he had done. Indirectly, he had led his own cousin to an early death because he took the Speed that he thought was vitamin E

This was not supposed to happen, thought Will sadly, as he squeezed Carlton's dead hand. He was supposed to be at his prom now, with his friends standing by him and all the ladies looking after him. His cousin was supposed to stand by his side all night, as the butt of height jokes and his longtime supporter and friend. It was not supposed to happen like this.

How was he going to tell Uncle Phil and Aunt Vivian? They would be so hurt. And angry, too. They would probably kick him out of the house. He would have deserved it. He was no longer sure if he should be able to live a lavish lifestyle with such wonderful people, the parents of the son he murdered.

The nurse came into the room sadly, "It's time for you to go," she said. "It's getting late."

"I'm staying right here," said Will hoarsely, but with defiance. She hung her head and turned to go.

"Miss?"

She turned around.

"Is he going to…be okay? What happened to him?"

Her next words ring in his mind for years to come.

"He had an overdose. An overdose can cause something like death, but worse, The seizures, the heart problems…I didn't how he did it."

"What?" said Will, feeling a knot in his stomach.

"Survived it. His heart is still beating, but not without help. And his breathing is the same, too, I guess. But it's shallow breathing. And he won't be able to hold on much longer without vital medical help."

"What are you saying?" Will snapped, standing up. "What's wrong with Carlton?!"

The nurse shuddered slightly at his reaction and at the disgust of it all.

"He's in a coma."

The words came crashing down all around Will's big ears, and a roaring sound replaced it; he felt nauseous. He held the posts of the bed to steady himself. No, no, no…

"When we pumped the Speed out of his body, we seemed to have drained something else out of him. Blood or something. Which made him weak enough to slip into this deep sleep. And we're really unsure whether or not he'll wake up. I'm, sorry, Mr. Smith."

And all Will could think of as he slid into darkness was, no, no, no…please, no…

A/N: I'm sure Will seems a little OOC, but even crazy funny dudes like him have a sensitive side, right?