The Hospital

"Let me check your temperature again," I held the gun up to his head as Lucas put his shirt over his head.

"We're on our way to the hospital Chris," he breathed and clutched his head.

I felt a small twinge of guilt for making him speak since talking only seemed to intensify his acting head.

It was Saturday morning and Lucas was not anywhere near better, and the light rain drizzling this morning only added to make him feel even worse. He was still very warm outside but shivered occasionally from the could of the downpour outside.

Feeling too tunned to speak after his confession last night, I let my mind wander with all the different reasons he must have said those words, and the thought was enough to lull me