Garrett Duke

You'll think of Me - Keith Urban

*Eyes doctor for a long moment* Well now that it ain't secret, perhaps now's the perfect time to make my escape. *Attempts to sit up, ignores the pain to look at the blood stained bandage upon bare chest before lying back down* Though I think I'll wait until the room ain't so crowded to do so. *Eyes the door and back at the doctor* I appreciate you trying to help, doctor, I do. It's just. . .*Goes silent to let my sentence hangs* If you are gonna touch it or anything around it, I suggest you do something for the pain.

*Raises a questioning eye brow* What look? *places innocent look on face*

*Quietly watches the scene from the nearby bed while thoughts slowly turn to ways to escape the small confines of the clinic; afterall, he had his own more comfortable bed back home. Thoughts are slowly interrupted as his thoughts fall upon his motorcycle that was most likely forgotten about where he had left it to confront Brian. Sighing silently, feeling his pain, looks back up at the ceiling and away from the Coltrane.*

(Will have to go for a couple of hours. Will try to be back on for a little while afterwards.)

For the Grace of God - Keith Urban

*Opens eyes as I hear Daney to silently nod at her while forcing a small smile on face* Thanks cuz.

*Once again, Garrett's limp body twitches, this time more visibly as he grows conscience of the intense pain that shoots from his chest. A long moment passes before he wins his struggle to open his eyes. Lying silently and awake on the bed, Garrett's eyes adjust to the light to send confusion rapidly within him as he eyes the people around him. Seeing Brian on the bed next to him, his confusion dissipates into clarity as the sight of Brian holding the gun at him, attempting to force him inside his car. Of the hurt look he had witnessed upon Chet's face as he looked on before he sent his horse charging at Brian. And then the loud gun shot that had thrown him backwards and onto the ground and seeing his own blood stain his white shirt. Of Alex standing over him, carrying, taking care of him. Then darkness had settled in. After a long moment of eyeing the Coltrane, rethinking the events that must have led him to here, and struggling with his emotions, he finally turns his attention to Kristy who sits in the chairs next to him with her head down and eyes closed. With Daney sitting next to her.* Kristy *Garrett manages to say, his voice quivering weakly, but loud enough to attain Kristy's attention who looks over at him and relief floods her green eyes.* Garrett, you're awake. *Kristy smiles at him as she runs a caring hand through his thick dark blond hair.* You did it again, huh? Survived the unthinkable. . .luckily.*Sitting up and forcing a stern look upon her attractive face* You know you have some explaining to do, right? *Garrett nods before eyeing Brian once more and then looks back at Kristy. Knowing her brother well enough, she answers the question he refuses to ask.* "He's asleep. Woke up a few hours ago I guess. He has some severe damages, but looks like he'll be fine. As well as you. You both have Alex to thank for that, you know? *Garrett nods once more before falling silent and still as he attempts to ignore the shooting pain. Pain he'd be glad to live with. Pain that'll let him know he was strong enough to survive being shot. Or lucky enough to get help in time to survive the bullet.* I briefly remember him at my side. *Garrett looks away from Kristy to look at Brian once more before turning to look ahead at the ceiling before closing his emotionless gray eyes as he begins thinks of the events that had led up to the shooting to the shooting itself.*

A Good Hearted Woman - Waylon Jennings

Waiting On Joe - Steve Azar

*Meanwhile inside, Garrett's pale and limp body twitches slightly as he begins to feel the pain richochet violently within him. Eyes still closed, his breathing picks up, and he begins to hear people's voices, sounding far away to him.*

"Just Good ol' Boys" - Waylon Jennings (Sorry, it's probably been used already, but I had to say it. )

"The Good Stuff" - by Kenny Chesney

I went out Last Night - Kenny Chesney

LOL Redneck Girl...I haven't seen t hat episode in a long time, but now that you said that, I think I remember him saying that! Poor ol' Boss couldn't lie to save his own life if need be in that episode.

How do you like me now?! - Toby Keith

Garrett was shot in the chest, though that don't nesseccarily mean he's beyond repair at this moment. . .

I agree...I don't think the characters neccesarily have to be killed off from where we are at now. Both characters seem to have suffered great injuries and may be facing death, but as of now, they are still alive and perhaps could be helped. Though I don't think the story is worth killing off any of our characters for either. So I guess it all depends. Anyway, whatever you decide to do, Brian, with the story, I will respect and understand why you did it. As for my part, I apologize if I took the story away from where it was intended to go or led it to this directions. I had allowed Garrett (my muse) do the writing and perhaps should have restrained him more than I already did. Though despite his critical condition in the story, Garrett (my muse) seems a little more motivated to write my own stories than before. Anyway, I'm sorry.

(Sorry to run off on y'all, but I'm going to have to leave so I can get to bed. Will be on after work tomorrow sometime.)

*Fading in and out of conscienceness to send confusion at the sight of allt he people arond. The thought of death strikes once more as I attempt to concentrate on the painful breathing.*

Chet...forget about me *I gasp in pain and short of breath as lain on sidewalk* protect yourself. *Closes eyes as the pain turns to an odd numbness and everything seems to spin around me.*

(I edited...I was writing it out before you posted yours and saw it after I posted mine. I edited my post.)

*Cries out in pain and fear as the bullet lands in upper chest and blood instantly begins to stain my white shirt. Angrily I look at Brian and then up at Chet.*

*Steps back in surprise and in pain from slap to stare at Brian. Anger radiates deeply within and I breathe in heavily in order to control my anger* Guess I should have figured you weren't man enough to take my surrender with much grace. Perhaps it'd been best if I just kept doin' what I was doin'. *Looks at car and then at gun, thinking of his chances of escape would be.* Why would I want to go for a ride in this beat up car of your's anyway? Especailly after what you just done to me. Perhaps if you asked nicely I'd be glad to. But you didn't. . .

*Shakes head and looks around to find Chet down the street and the hurt look in eyes stops me momentarily before looking back at Brian* Only the words that need to be said is all.