I gently walked down, over to the bed he laid in. Second time he's had to be here...

A few of the other TWOWers walked in. Spicy looked to the ground, like he felt responsible, as Crafty tried explaining that it wasn't his fault. Bombs... just seemed angry at everyone else.

"You know you all pushed him to do that, right? If we had all SHUT UP about the whole 'on time' thing, this probably wouldn't have happened! Mainly your fault, Spicy."

"I know it was..."
"No, no Spicy, you didn't know it was that bad. It wasn't your fault." Crafty muttered, hugging him. "You thought it didn't matter as much to him as it did..."

"Because YOU never asked him."
"Bombs, can you please-"
"Stop it. Blaming people isn't going to help." Midnight cut me off, walking over to him. "Also, I thought you and Alex were close. Couldn't you have realized that he didn't like us joking about it, and told us?"

"...So now I'm the one at fault?"
"Partially. Nobody is completely to blame for anything. Yes, Spicy is a bit at fault. But that doesn't mean that he's completely irredeemable, unlike SOMEONE..."

"..." Bombs silently walked out. Meester was holding tightly onto me, until they figured that the fighting was over. Midnight was talking with Spicy, letting him know he can always apologize.

"Yeah... you can always tell him... he's not dead..." she cried a little there, but quickly hid the evidence.

"...Thanks, Midnight. You know, maybe I shouldn't have sounded so harsh back when I was roasting everyone..."
"Eh, it's fine! I mean, and a little bit true."

"Umm... Cary?"
"Yes... soan? What is it?"

"Okay, first of all, why do you do that everytime...? Secondly, I feel like we should look for Bombs, you know he just walked out in silence..."

"..."
"Me and Nerd can do that, if you want."
"Sure, just... come back if something's happened..." I told him. I then walked over to Alex, as those two walked out of the door. Unknown to me, Green had followed closely, and so did Joseph and 9K. Well, 9K let me know, so good on him for that!

"..." I looked at his bandages, covering the top of the teal part. '"Why did you do this to yourself...?" was all I could muster out. Other than that, I completely clamped up.

I didn't realise this at the time, but I was crying.

"Cary? You good?" Spicy asked, sitting to my right.
"Yeah, I'm fine... don't worry about it."
"Okay..." he looked over to Alex. "Hey... can you hear any of us? I don't know if you can... just know this. I'm sorry..."

He began crying and repeating the last two words.
"Spiky... you know, it's gonna be okay-"
"I'M SO FUCKING SORRY." Spicy almost screamed out, before falling onto the ground, sobbing.

Crafty almost ran towards him, pulling him back up, and hugging him.

"It'll... it'll be okay, I'm sure he'll forgive you..." I mustered out, before remembering something else. Something else that may have influenced him to do this...

"That's sub-Qwerby, but not sub-Alex!"

"...No, us..." I whispered, holding onto his hand. "Alex, I... I'm sorry I failed you, in my own competition..."

"I'm sure he'll forgive you, Cary." Meester calmly said, flying over to my side. "I don't think he's the kind to hold grudges... well, hopefully... we'll all get through this, we can just... stick together!"

"Heh, never knew you could make inspirational speeches, MT." Crafty laughed, looking over to Spicy, who smiled a bit. "You know... even if he does... we'll still have each other. I'm not throwing away anything we have over this. You never meant it to go this far..."

"...Thanks, Crafty."

Looking back at the bed, I noticed that his hand moved a little bit. Was he... waking up?
"Alex!" I called out, holding it up. Some of the TWOWers ran (or flew in Meester's case) towards me, asking if he was waking up. "I-I think he may be..."

"Ugh, why does my- Cary?"