Amnesia and Star Child

“Hey Brad... Pull yourself together.” Chester insisted.
Brad held the phone in his hands, shaking violently, sweat streaking his brow and choked sobs wanting to break out in a thunderous roar.
Mike had been put under suicide watch, a note was found on his bedside table and all of the tubes helping to keep his system stable had been pulled out - all of the plugs in the wall had been pulled and broken as well - and then he had slit his wrists with the glass from the mirror.
Blood had been pouring everywhere, and when they found him he was in life or death - it had been the emergency button that had alerted them to the room.
Brad couldn’t take much more of this - Nicola was having to watch his Valium doses, everyone else were trying their best to keep him going, he had nightmares and woke up screaming, he’d get into certain situations and he’d end up freaking out - it was all screaming out of control.
“Come on Brad, get it going. Or I’ll do it for you.” Chester nudged him.
“Okay, I’ll do it. Just give me a minute...” Brad paused and took deep, slow breaths, finally calming himself enough to lift the phone up and play the messages.

~*~*~

The ship glided on through the constellations, its wounds were healed, the dead gathered and passed on in the customary way - the only goal it and its crew had now was to reach the tiny planet Earth.
A warning in the ship’s bridge sounded and the Captain barked out calm, gentle commands which were followed by equally serene crew who caressed the metal bramble woven vines - which seemed to be the controls - while whispering tender words to it.
The vines shivered and some unwove to caress the crew right back, sending peaceful blips of messages back in a response. Steadily, the ship swung around from its course and charged towards a newly opened worm hole, letting itself be sucked in and swept into another star system.
With a shudder unlike anything any Earth ship could withstand, the Jii’kujiiuu ship rolled and looped almost playfully - diving and swooping like a bird as it flew around Neptune.
When it calmed some, the crew was able to get their bearings and the Captain stiffly flicked her tail in happiness, a smile in the Jii’kujiiuu way, having sighted the planet that humans had so strangely named.
We are almost there, gentle Freedom Bearer, be patient - it is almost time.

~*~*~

“You’re going to be released tomorrow Mr. Shinoda, the Bennington’s are going to pick you up.” The nurse said as she checked all the equipment.
Mike didn’t reply, which wasn’t unusual, he never spoke much even though the anti depressants were brightening his moods.
The nurse just assumed he didn’t have much to say.
There was a rattle which made the nurse look up.
“Mr. Shinoda...?” She trailed off and instantly noted the situation before her.
Mike was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, face ashen and lips blue - his throat was constricting as though battling down words.
“Mr. Shinoda?” The nurse stood up and put her hand on the emcee’s arm.
Mike gasped violently and screamed, grabbing the nurse’s arm with a grip like a vice.
He began convulsing - the nurse cried out for assistance - her arm throbbed but she couldn’t wrench herself free, the man was shuddering fiercely and was thrashing around, clutching the nurse and the bed railing like it would mean death if he let go.
“K - kill me...” Mike gasped. “Hy - hybrid... SLIT HIS THROAT! KILL THE BASTARD!!!”
At last assistance came to the panicked nurse’s aid, all of them using everything they had to push Mike back down into the bed.
“HE DOESN’T DESERVE TO LIVE -” The rapper’s eyes revolved as his voice changed from one extreme to the other. “A sinner can only... Suffer... HE HAS NO RIGHT TO LIFE! I’m a hybrid... A nothing... HE IS NOTHING TO GOD - NO HONEST AND PURE WILL TAKE SCUM THAT MUST GROVEL SO LOW!!!”
“Alright give him a shot.” One of the doctors said.
“He’s delusional...” Another said.
Mike gargled and heaved, shuddering so violently they were having trouble getting the needle in.
“Kill... Me...” Mike whispered.
Then there was calm as Mike’s eyes locked with the nurse and the needle slid into his arm.
“I have no place here... Kill me... There’s no other choice... Please... Don’t let me carry on like this... He’ll only hurt us he will - he’ll kill us all... Please... Just kill me...” Mike’s pleading eyes changed to a more sinister motion. “He’s a bastard. The worst possible kind... No god will save him. He’s too weak, nothing but a useless hybrid who should’ve died sixteen years ago.”
“How long will it take for the tranquilizer to take effect?” One of the other nurses asked.
“About now...” The doctor said.
Even as the doctor spoke, Mike’s body relaxed and he sunk into the pillows, his eyes closing as he took one last, deep exhaling breath before slipping into black.