say goodbye and goodnight ::: SHAYNE

Shayne couldn't think about how she sounded. His sister....she was hurt. He had sworn to protect her. He promised Barney! Ok, so that was a long time ago, and it was in the mall right after his mommy had died. But still. How could this happen--his thoughts were cut off by her voice. Phone? What? "There was a storm, Megan. They probably don't have reception yet. I hear a few towers got knocked down."

He sat down on her bed, distracted by the shirt that was on the end of it. He ran his thumb across the cloth. Distracted by the material, he barely heard her ask how he was. Jumping up, he walked over to where her suitcase sat, waiting to be packed. He folded the shirt for her. "Me? I'm-I'm-I'm fine." liar. Yeah, he was lying. And it was pretty obvious. But he couldn't help it. There was no way he could tell her what had happened.

Shayne winced, listening to her speak to the nurse. He nodded when she explained, acknowledging it more than anything. She wanted to stay here. But she couldn't. "There's too many people hurt. They already have to send some to another hospital" he whispered, not even noticing that he spoke aloud.

He could hear them call a code blue in ICU. Shayne could feel his skin trembling. "God, don't let that be February" he whispered. He was glad that his back was to her. He didn't want her to see him like this

Shayne shook his head "I should have been there. I could have got her out" he turned to face her, his hands shaking. "s-some people got out. L-ike the ones wh-who were hiding in the locker room....and-and the ones Mrs. St-Stone took to the Dot. But everyone else. Trapped. No way to get out. Doors locked. Just a man with a mask. She must have been so scared" tears streamed down his face, falling to his knees.

"She must have been so scared," he repeated. "sh-she had to see people get stabbed. She had-had to see Mrs. Manning d-" he closed his eyes. "They won't tell me where she is. So-so many people in the waiting room. So many in the ER. Can't keep track" he swallowed. He wasn't making any sense. He knew it. But he was ready to break down

Shayne shook his head "I-I don't..." he drifted off. "I only saw a few of them. I--" he swallowed, closing his eyes. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. He shouldn't have bothered her. He really shouldn't have. This was so much. When she pulled out her phone, he swallowed. "Sorry," he whispered, standing up. He walked to the door and looked back at her.

give me your heart make it real or else forget about it that ringtone...He looked down the hall. "M-Megan?" he called to her, his voice quivering. "I. I think he's in there" he said, shaking his head "I should go"

Shayne walked over and crouched in front of her "Megan. Look at me" he put his hand in her hair. "It's chaos out there. There's people who are hurt in the hallways. They're still putting names to people. I was with you, I don't know what happened. But if you really want to help, I think--" he swallowed.

"I think that you should just be discharged. Because they'll need this room. Believe me. I want to find February. I don't even know how bad she was hurt. But if you go out there now, you won't be able to think enough to find him." he leaned in and pressed his head against hers. "As far as I know, we only know one person who died. But I don't know. I haven't talked to anyone except my neighbor"

Shayne shook his head "I'm not leaving you. I will never leave you. That's a promise" he said and kissed her head. "We can go to a hotel. With security. Lots-lots of security. Just in case. It-it could be a psycho teacher or anything. And they didn't catch him"

he stepped out and closed his eyes. Oh god. If only he could shield her from what she was about to say. Turning back to her, he went behind her and put the brakes on her wheelchair "come on. I'll carry you. But promise me. If you can't handle it. Just close your eyes and hug me"