Zack and Carey sat in the hospital room. Neither of them spoke. Neither of them took their eyes off of Cody.

He laid their, perfectly still. He looked as though he was just sleeping... but he wasn't. He was in a coma. There was an IV in his left arm, keeping him hydrated. In his right arm he was being given a blood transfusion.

The doctor told them that with how weak Cody's body already was, plus the blood loss, their was no way to know if he'd make it or not. Only time would tell.

Zack had practically become a mute since the night he found Cody. He would only speak if Carey asked him a direct question, and even then, his answers were short and to the point.

He took three days off of school, but Carey wanted him to start back. She told him it was because he couldn't afford to miss any more days, but it was really because she thought it would be healthier for him to get away from the hospital for a while.

Zack went back to school without argument, but he didn't really pay attention. His emotions were all over the place. One minute he's be sad. Then he'd feel angry and betrayed. Afterwards, a cloud of guilt would come over him. And lastly, he'd feel useless and scared.

After school he'd go straight to the hospital and sit with Cody, letting his Mom have a break from her long days. Carey would go down to the cafeteria and relax... Well, as much as you can relax when you don't know if your child is going to live or not.

Zack spent two weeks waiting for answers. He couldn't wait any longer. He remembered how Cody used to talk about his cellmate when Zack would visit him in prison. It seemed as though Christopher was the only person Cody could trust in there. Zack figured that maybe Cody talked to him, or maybe Christopher just knew something. He knew it was a long shot, but he had to try.

He told Carey that he had a project to work on after school so she would know why he was late. There was no need for her to add another worry onto her plate.

"Who are you here to see?" A female officer asked Zack at the front desk.

"Christopher..." It was at that moment that Zack realized he had no idea what Christopher's last name was. "Um... I don't know his last name, but he shared a cell with my brother, Cody Martin. Can you look that up?"

"I'm sorry. I can't let you in to see him if you don't even know him. Only family is allowed to visit here."

"Ma'am, I really need to talk to him... Please!"

"I'm sorry, you can't."

Zack sighed, "Please!" He begged with tears in his eyes, "Just five minutes. I just need to ask him something. He and my brother shared a cell for over a year and my brother just tried to commit suicide and we don't know if he's going to live and I told him I didn't care if he killed himself but I was just angry and I didn't really mean it and I need to know if this Christopher guy knows anything," Zack was talking extremely fast and he wasn't taking a break in between sentences. All the words just ran together, "I just need some answers and I won't take long and-"

"Honey, honey!" The officer interrupted, "Take a breath, okay? I'll look him up and I'll give you five minutes... but that's all."

"Thank you," Zack replied with relief.

"You're welcome."

Christopher froze when he got to the table. He stared at Zack for a moment, "Cody?"

"No," Zack replied, "I'm... I'm his brother, Zack. You're Christopher?"

Christopher nodded and sat down, "That's me. What are you doin' here?"

"Cody... Cody tried to kill himself two weeks ago. He's still in a coma and they don't know if he'll make it."

"Oh... I'm sorry, kid."

"Yeah," Zack took a deep breath, "Listen, I only have a few minutes but, Cody talked about you every once in a while, and it seemed like you're the only person he talked to while he was in prison... Do you care if I ask you something?" He asked.

Christopher could see the desperation in Zack's eyes, "Go ahead. I'm not sure I'll be able to answer though."

"That's okay. Did... Did something happen to him here?"

Christopher sighed. How was he supposed to answer that?

Zack could sense the hesitation.

"He... He was raped, wasn't he?"

Christopher remained silent for a moment before replying, "Yeah. Yeah, he was."

Zack immediately felt nauseous. Tears began rolling down his eyes before he could stop them. He quickly wiped them away. "How... How bad?"

"He was in the hospital a few times. I know of at least four men... Might be more than that though."

Zack couldn't believe what he was hearing, "How come we were never told?" That question wasn't directed at Christopher, it was just Zack thinking out loud. But Christopher knew the answer, so he replied.

"He didn't want you to know. Not you or your mom."

Silence filled the room. Neither of them knew what to say.

"Uh... I just... I just have one more question," Zack said once he found his voice again.


"Did he ever talk about the reason he was in prison? ...About the car accident?"

Christopher wasn't sure what to say. If he told Zack the truth about what happened, it could ruin him. Zack already seemed pretty destroyed. "No," He replied, "He never talked about it."

Zack nodded, "Okay."

The female guard walked up to Zack, "Time to go, hon."

Zack stood up, "Thank you for helping me," He said to Christopher.

"You're welcome, kid. I hope Cody makes it."

"Thanks. Me too."

The guard walked Zack to the door.

"Thank you for the five minutes," He said to her with a small smile.


As Zack headed to get into a cab his phone began to ring, "Hello."

"Zack, get to the hospital now!" Carey exclaimed.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"He's waking up!"

Zack made it to the hospital in record time.

When he got to the room he heard Cody screaming, "Why didn't you let me die!" Zack slowly stepped into the room. Carey was standing in the back, tears falling down her face. A nurse was about to inject a sedative into Cody's IV, and the doctor was trying to calm him down.

"I was supposed to die! I was supposed to die!" The sedative slowly worked its way into Cody's system. I was supposed to die! I was su-" His words started to slur and his eyes began to droop, and soon he was completely out of it.

"What happened?" Zack asked, still shocked from how Cody was acting.

"He... He woke up and when he realized where he was... he started screaming," Carey replied.

"I know the reaction was a surprise to both of you," The doctor began, "But it really is normal. He should be calmer the next time he wakes up. I'll be back in an hour to check on him."

Cody was calmer the next time he woke up. He didn't scream, but he was still very angry. Once he was well enough he was taken to a different part of the hospital and placed under a seventy-two hour suicide watch.

Carey would sit with him all day. She would try talking to him, but he would just stare straight ahead. After school, Zack would come and sit. He didn't try to talk, and Cody still just stared.

It was finally time for them to go home. Cody just had to get dressed then he could leave. The doctor was going over some things with Carey about what to expect and how he shouldn't be left alone.

Zack went into Cody's hospital room. He stood in the doorway, just watching him. Cody was sitting on his bed, looking out the window.

"You think playing computer games with me is a good way to say goodbye?" Zack asked. Right now the emotion he was feeling was anger. It seemed he felt that more than anything since Cody woke up.

Cody didn't reply.

"What? Are you deaf? You really think that once you died I would say 'Oh, well at least we got to play a game together before he decided to slice himself up'?"

Again, Cody remained silent.

Zack walked up to Cody and stood in front of him, blocking his view from the window, "Do you know that I was the one who found you? I saw you lying there, covered in your own blood, not breathing... Speak, Cody!"

"What do you want me to say?" He asked slowly.

"Was it my fault? Was it because I told you that I didn't care if you killed yourself? Did you really think I meant that? I didn't! I was just angry with you but I never wanted you to kill yourself!"

"I know." Cody finally looked Zack in the eyes, "I know you didn't mean it. It's not your fault."

"Then why? Why would you think that this was the thing to do? Why would you want to end your own life?" Zack's voice was calmer now. His anger was fading, although it wasn't completely gone.

"I'm tired."

Zack sighed, "Well, so am I, but I don't want to die."

"But I do."


Tears filled in Cody's eyes, 'You don't cry in prison.' He forced the tears to go away, "I'm tired of being afraid of everything. I'm tired of being trapped. I'm tired of being alone."

Zack sat down beside Cody, "But you're not trapped, Cody. And you are definitely not alone. I'm here for you, and Mom's here for you. If you'd just talk to us then maybe we could help you."

Cody shook his head, "No. No one can help me. No one understands."

Zack didn't know if this was the best time to bring it up, but he did anyway, "I talked to Christopher."

"What?" Cody asked as he turned and looked at Zack.

"I went to the prison and talked to Christopher. That's where I was when you woke up."

"Wh... Why would you do that?"

"Because, I needed to. I needed answers... He... He told me..."

"Told you what?" Cody asked, his heart was racing.

"He told me that you were... you were raped."

Cody immediately put his head in his hands. He began rocking back and forth, "No, no, no, no-"

"Cody, it's okay. It's not your fault."

"No, no, no-"

"Cody. Cody, listen to me!"

Cody stopped talking and rocking, but he wouldn't look up.

"You're right, neither Mom or I could understand what you went through. But we can help you through it. And you can go to counseling for it, too. There are so many options, but taking your own life shouldn't be one of them."

Cody lifted his head, but he stared stared out the window. He wouldn't look at Zack. A tear escaped his eye and he quickly wiped it away, "I'm sorry," He said.

"It's okay to cry."

"You don't cry in prison," Cody mumbled.

"What?" Zack asked.

"You don't cry in prison," He repeated a little more clearly.

"Cody, you aren't in prison anymore."

"You don't cry in prison. You don't cry in prison. You don't-"

"Hey!" Zack said loudly to pull Cody out of his trance. "You are not in prison, Cody."

Cody looked at him, tears were filled up in his eyes and his lip was trembling, "I still... feel like... I am."

Zack put an arm around his brother, "But you're not. You're free. You've been given the chance to start over... Listen, you don't have to think about everything today. I haven't told Mom about what I know. If you want her to know, then that's your decision. Don't worry about counseling or anything like that. I just... I just want to promise me one thing."


"That you'll try to live."

Cody looked at him, slightly confused.

"Just take it one day at a time," Zack continued, "And if you ever feel like you're at the end of your rope, you'll talk to me, or Mom, or a homeless man on the street. I don't care who, just promise me that you'll try."

Cody finally let the tears fall freely from his eyes, "I'm... scared," He said through shallow breaths.

Zack pulled him into a hug, "I know you are. I am too. But, will you please try?"

"O... Okay."

"Promise me, Cody." Zack pulled Cody back, keeping hold of him at the shoulders, so he could look at him, "I can promise you that Mom and I will help you every step of the way, but you have to promise me that you'll let us. And that we'll get through this together. But only say it if you really mean it. Only if you'll really let us help you and you won't give up. "

Cody took a deep breath as the tears continued to fall, "I... I promise."

The End! Can you guys believe it? We made it! *Confetti falls here*

Thank you all so much for being such amazing reviewers! Your reviews have made me laugh and smile and I will be forever grateful for every one of them!

This will be my last Suite Life story for a while as I am now working on an NCIS story.

Lastly, I am known for my randomness, so I will leave you with this one random fact about me: My father chose my name while watching the weather channel. (random enough? ...Good ;D)