I'm too lazy to make this look cool anymore.lol
WARNING! This is very sad, may need tissue box. Never mind, you DEFINITELY need a tissue box!

~/Cough/~

Felix's P.O.V.

In the darkness somebody coughed...

"Who?"

There was silence.

"WHO?!? WHO COUGHED!?!"

The urgency of Cry's voice rang through the tiny hotel room we sat in for shelter. I could hear everyone jump form the sudden loud notice that cut through the peacefulness that used to rest here. I sighed, my breath shaky. I heard a match being lit and candle illuminated the room. Looking around, Cry stared each of us in the eyes. None of us dared to make a move.

"Please, for the safety of all of us, tell me who coughed."

Cry begged, his eyes pleading for an answer. Still nobody spoke up. I glance around, trying to find evidence in each of their eyes, to only find sadness and anxiety in each of our iris's.

"Ken?"

He bit his lip and shaking his head, on the brink of spilling tears. Next Cry moves towards bobs general direction.

"Bob, wade? Did one of you do it?"

Wade sighed and Bob looked down at his hands, both of them waving their heads back and forth, replying as a "no". I grit my teeth tightly pushing the tears away form my eyes as his stare wondered to me. I know it wasn't me. I'm pretty sure he knew it wasn't me either. I shook my head and screwed my eyes shut, just wishing it would, so my friends wouldn't have to suffer the pain of being killed. Cry finally set his eyes to Jack and Mark, the two who were huddling together, embracing each other while shaking. They both said nothing and cry looked down.

I looked down, rubbing the lack of sleep from my eyes. 'God dammit, why couldn't it have been me?'
Marks low, monotone voice echoed through the small room. " what does it matter?" Cry gazed at him, like he was wearing a dildo for a hat.Cry sighed.

"Get serious, Mark. We all have the chances of dying if one of you doesn't confess. Its better one than six."

I shuddered. Marks face now twitching slightly as his nerves take the best of him. But instead he just quietly curses under his breath. Now jack musters up the courage to speak.

"Couldn't we......you know......maybe.....wait? And see if it happens again?"

"I really wish we could risk it, jack." Cry's voice turned from cold and demanding to soft and gentle for the short Irishman. I felt it to be helpless. We were probably all gonna die, anyways.

"Your smart. Couldn't you, I don't know, make some kind of cure? Contact the president. He should know what to do!"

Mark shouted. Cry shook his head, sadly.

"I'm good friends with Mat. He has tried everything, to try and stopped this curse of a disease. Every carrier should die to maintain the population. The whole earth depends on it!"

Everyone was silent. We were all pretty shaky and tired and I was about to say, "I Quit!" And kill myself. But jack has beaten me to it. He raised his hand slowly.

"I-It......it was me.....I coughed."

His voice and mouth was trembling uncontrollably and he had tears streaming down his face. "No". Mark whispered, it was barely autoable for our ears, so just to make it clear he said it again, this time louder.

" no..."

A single tear slid across his cheeks and landed on the Irishman's shoulder. Now I was shaking more, tears spilling across my face. Everyone gasping and making sad comments under their breaths. It was hard to breath, and I wasn't even the one dying here. Jack seemed to be.

"I'm sorry. I should have said it sooner."

He replied quickly. Mark hugged him tight for what seemed like years, it only actually being about a minute. We were all crying softly, but mark was the saddest. Jack was his true love and he was planing on proposing to jack before is fucked up virus took everything we loved away from us. My throat tightened as I walked rough the darkness that only had a candle for light and squeezed him in an embrace. This followed by many other hugs until the man with the bear hat spoke.

"I'm so sorry jack. I wish it wasn't you. I wish it wasn't any of us. I wish this never existed."

"Us too."

I spoke in a scratchy, hoarse voice.

"Why couldn't it be me?"

Mark spoke through his Cry's that kept deepening. Then realization hit me in the face.

"No...."

Now everyone's attention was on me.

"You.....we have to...oh my god jack, I don't want to loose another friend."

This made everyone, exspeically mark, cry harder than before.

"How will we........I mean......how and who will......"

Wade couldn't ever finish his sentences when rough times like is happens.

"I don't have much fighting ability. All of my important training went for my brains. But I know who can. Mark."

He nodded towards mark and Bob gasped. Marks jaw was now twisted into a very low frown, no one could even begin to try and brighten.

"What? W-Why me?"

He said, slightly aggictated.

"We know you have much muscle and you would dare let us touch your love, defiantly if its for harmful reasons such as now."

Mark gulped and nodded, understanding as jack took his face out of marks shoulder.

"OK. But how? How will I die?"

Everyone stayed quiet, until Bob spoke.

"We don't have any sharp items and I can only think of one thing to......"

He looked down. Nobody breathed. This is when I took note in what he was talking about. The hammer. The one we used for building more support against the doors so nothing could break in.

"The hammer."

I spoke softly. Marks gaze met mine. His eyes were glossy as he started to weep again.

"No. NonononononononNO!.........no...."

He took a deep breath and stared into jacks eyes, his hands had a firm grip on his shoulders.

"Jack. I love you. I want you to know that."

Jack shook his head gave a soft smile to mark. They kissed each other lovingly. And pressed foreheads together.

"I'm so sorry. I will see you again soon."

Jack breathed in and gulped. Shaking his head again, saying nothing.

"You might want to put your face to the wall so it can be.....so its......"

Cry paused, choking on his own breath, slightly.

"Quicker."

Jack swollowed and positioned himself to look at the wall. Mark glanced at me and I gave him a sad sympathetic look.

"I love you, jack."

Mark whispers.

"We all do."

Adds ken. Jack smiled a little more now. Trying to keep his breath steady.

"I love you too. All of you. I'm sorry. See you guys in the next life....Cry, turn out the lights. None of you should have to see this."

The once dim candle light now is nothing and its dark. I hear a cling as mark picks up the hammer whispering another, "I love you." To jack and then there is a quick whipping sound. Then there's a loud crack as jack cries out in pain. As if automatically noticing the still in pain jack, mark swings again and again. There are more cracks and cold liquid hit my face and falls to cover my body. Streams of tears still going down my eyes, now mixing with the other fluids that were flung onto my face. There was one final, loud crack and the loud moans of pain are quiet. I can hear marks breathing, as he does loudly. We start to cry, him still being the loudest. Mark is probably shaking, covering his face and trying to clean off the blood that has come in contact wit his whole body portrait. Then every thing is silent again. Nobody breaths. We keep it peaceful again.

Then in the darkness, someone coughed.