"Fresh! Fresh! Can you hear me!?" I heard Error yelling above me.
   " Oh God. Oh God. Oh God…" Dec muttered from somewhere off to the side.
   The rest of the sounds came to, around the ringing. I realized that I had heard a gunshot. And that I was covered in blood.
   I turned my head slightly and saw a blood stain on the concrete and a body they were hauling away. It was him.
    "There you are baby brother...There you are. Come on.." Error's voice wavered with relief. " Are you okay?"
   I did a mental check over myself. Besides the trauma…. I wasn't injured. "M okay..." He mumbled.
   "Fresh!!!" Deccy cried, throwing his arms around me.
   I winced as the loud voice made my skull hurt. "Not so loud..."
   "Fresh… they said they found dozens and dozens of home made CDs in there…. Dec said he knew what they were…" Error's unspoken question hung in the air.
   "Y-yeah..." I quietly answered. Before the anger could make him glitch I spoke again. "Error I wanna go home..." My voice broke as tears dripped down my face.
   Error blinked. "Yeah… of course baby brother..." he whispered. "Help me get him up Dec."
   With that the two helped me up and to the cop car. The Cop offered us a ride home which we graciously accepted. Dec needed his meds, I needed my meds and we both needed a shower. I wanted to scrub every memory of that man away from my bones.
   I watched out the back window as they loaded an already dead body into the ambulance. Good riddance.
   I got home that day and sat in the bottom of the shower crying for an hour. That night I didn't sleep until it was almost time for my morning alarm. And then I slept through the entire next day and night. I had a total disconnect for a week.
   The next thing I remember after that horrible Tuesday was waking up Sunday to the smell of pancakes. I forced myself out of bed and down to breakfast.
   Geno got the biggest grin when he saw me. Ma blinked in surprise and simply went to make another set of pancakes. Asy pat my back gently.
   And Error? He wasn't smiling. He sat there neutrally. "Glad you're up Fresh." His tone was back to his usual cold one. I'll never understand what happened that week… .
   After breakfast I offered to help Error with dishes. They tried to object but I insisted.
   We did the work in silence. Until Error broke it. "You had these awful nightmares."
   I looked at him from behind my shades carefully and sighed. "I don't think those will ever stop."
   "Maybe not..." Error sighed and then gave a soft smile. "But that's okay."
   You're okay.
   I returned his smile and we continued with the dishes.