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Holly’s comments from the The Pitstop Articles (C) Holly Wolfe group.

((Yeah, they avoid the topic but Trick is acting distant towards Mercedes even though Mercedes is trying to be nice and friendly and yet Trick is just being icy and cold around the edges and not really responding to Mercedes?))

((Okay. And after that?))

((Hmmm, ideas?))

((okay, we'll wait))

((When was the last time she was on? Does she have exams?))

Mercedes nodded. "I would never be able to forgive myself if it did not," he replied, leaning against Corey's chest. He sighed.

Mercedes bit his lip and wrapped his arms around Corey. "I know," he said. "It's not yours either. So don't blame yourself."

((^^))

Mercedes tried to smile back. "Are you sure it's okay? W-what if he is permanently damaged?" he whispered.

((Sorry it's been a while ))

Pop leaned heavily against Espresso for support, afraid his knees would give out otherwise. "You really think so?" he whispered.

Mercedes bit his lip and looked at Corey. "I-I shouldn't have left you out there," he said finally.

Pop looked up at Espresso, eyes wide. "T-Trick," he whispered.

Pop nodded his thanks and led Espresso down the hall. He looked at every door they passed, searching for his brother's number. As he went down the hall, he noticed Mercedes and Corey seated in chairs outside of a room. He quickened his pace. "Mercedes," he said.

Mercedes jerked his head up and fixed his gaze on Pop and Espresso. "You're here," he said.

Pop nodded. "We're going in," he said and disappeared into Trick's room. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of Trick attached to so many different machines. He dropped onto his knees.

Mercedes smiled weakly and dialed Pop's number.

Pop nodded. "Yeah, I'm older than he by 18 minutes," he replied. "What room is he in?" As he spoke, his Mobile began to blip annoyingly signaling an incoming call. "Er, pardon," he said and looked down at the screen. Seeing that it was Mercedes, he jabbed the end button without answering. "Room please?" he asked turning back to the lady.

Mercedes frowned. "He ended the call," he said angrily.

Pop nodded confidently and approached the nurse at the front desk. "I. . . My brother came in a bit ago for a snake bite. . . I. . . uh. . . can we see him?" he stuttered out.

"I'll try not to do it again," Mercedes promised. He leaned against Corey's shoulder. "Should I call Pop? We kind of rushed out of there without giving him the chance to follow. . ."

Pop nodded and followed Espresso. "What if they don't let us see him?" he wailed.

"If I told you, you wouldn't let me do it," Mercedes said, pouting.

((I'd say just get there because Corey is in the hallway anyway))

Pop nodded, his eyes glazed. His heart thumped wildly in his chest. I can't lose him, I can't lose him, I can't lose him, he told himself over and over.

Pop nodded, wanting desperately to believe him. "I have to see him, I have to," he whispered.

Pop squeezed Espresso's hand tightly. "H-he can. . . d-die!" he managed.

Mercedes gave him a guilty look and sat in the chair next to his. "I-I'm sorry but I just wanted my best friend and the love of my life to like each other," he heaved a sigh. "It is all my fault."