Shippies arn't so bad... are they? :MATURE:

The red head looked up at Carlos, eyes wide.
"GO AWAY" he shouted at his friend

Pushing the door open with his good hand, he looked about the room until his eyes fell upon Skye. Sighing, he didn't dare to go any nearer to his friend. "...Skye."

Skye was huddled up in the corner of the room, a large wound in his stomach from where they had begun to cut him open. The boy was shaking, two bodies lay on the floor.

Heaving a sigh as he heard the scream, Carlos stood up and began to walk in the direction she had been running from.

A loud scream came as a nurse ran from the room.

Carlos continued to wait, unaware of what was going on as he sat still.

It wasn't long before something did go wrong, for some reason or another the anesthetic didn't work correctly and the red head awoke to find himself bleeding out and the need a little too strong.

The dark haired male merely sat in the waiting room, unwilling to move from where he was sat. He was just waiting for something to go wrong.

Eventually he hid under the covers to stop the light from hurting him. Skin slowly starting to burn as he got weaker.
Hours later the Doctors started to lead him away to take him into one of the opporation rooms.

Carlos didn't dare leave the building, if Skye did happen to flip; he was the only one who could stay calm enough to keep everything under control... He hoped.

Skye was half asleep by now, only occasionly grumbling and rolling over to try and avoid the light coming in from the window.

The dark haired male heaved a sigh. He knew he'd receive that reaction, yet he was still disappointed.

The doctor glared at Carlos before walking back into the room.

Carlos growled. "You think I'm joking? You want to risk being proven wrong?"

The Dr. merely looked at Carlos.
"This is no time for practical jokes" he snapped

There was no way the dark haired male could explain everything without there being loose ends if he lied, so he told the doctor the truth wether he thought he was insane or not was out of the question; they needed to know.

"Well?" The doctor looked at Carlos expectantly.

The dark haired male had no idea how he was going to explain Skye's situation without sounding weird, he continued to rub his head as he thought of a solution.

The doctor glanced at Skye and then back to Carlos before nodding and leading Carlos and his team out of the room.

Rubbing at his head, Carlos sighed. "Could we talk about this outside? He's scared of large groups of people." The dark haired male lied.

The red head was biting his lip, this amount people in one room was hell for him.

Carlos hadn't really expected to be noticed so quickly, he looked to Skye before answering. "Well... Uhh...."

The machine Skye was now hooked up to showed no heart beat, the mechanic stood there utterly bewildered claiming there was nothing wrong with the machine.
Looking at the doorway the Doctor remembered what Carlos had been trying to get the red head to do roughly an hour ago.
"Why did you want him to bite into your wrist"

Raising an eyebrow, the dark haired male took hold of the door handle and pushed the door open slightly.

As Carlos got closer to the room panicing voices could be heard with Skye's voice clearly try to keep people calm although he sounded more paniced than them.