For a couple of minutes after calling, Shark and Sinbad exchanged the usual pleasantries, or what counted as pleasantries between them.
Then, Shark decided to bring up what was bothering him:
“Why’s your roommate shrieking like that?”
Before Sinbad could answer him, the sound of a gunshot was then heard. Then came a thud to the floor, followed by Sinbad’s loud profanities.
“Sinbad?” Shark didn’t get an answer. The phone then clicked off, leaving him with a dial tone.
Shark was then left sitting on the bed, stunned into silence. He was so far off into his mind, he barely heard the sound of an ambulance about five minutes later.
After he came back to his senses, Shark was out the door in his jacket and hat. He didn’t care if his nose started running, or if he had a hard time staying upright.
Through the increasing amount of snow, he trudged past the bridge and toward the hospital. When he got closer, he could see the ambulance he’d been hearing pull up to the front doors.
Shark then got within a hundred feet of the place before stumbling and collapsing. It seemed he wasn’t recovering as quickly as he thought.
“Oh no…” As much as he tried to get back up and reach Sinbad, he wasn’t able to. Shark’s already unpleasant flu symptoms seemed to be getting worse now. He felt an unbearable pain in his chest as he began to get even more dizzy.
By the time Shark managed to crawl a little further, he was out cold.
A far different setting was now surrounding Shark the next time he awoke. Instead of snow and sidewalk asphalt surrounding him, it was machines and walls of plastic.
“Wha…?” Shark tried to sit up, but it was too painful for him to do very well. It took several attempts to even manage it. Looking down, he saw a hospital gown on him instead of his outerwear.
Right when he swung his legs over the side of the bed he was on, Shark glanced around and realized he was in the hospital. Part of him was thankful to get there, yet another was confused as to how.
“An isolation chamber? That’s a little much, I think.” He was stopped from going further by seeing his father and a bandaged up Sinbad come in.
“Boy! Oh thank goodness you’re awake,” Dennis cried out as he approached the other side of the plastic wall. “The doctors said they found you on the side of the road not moving.”
Then Dennis put his hands on his hips, looking mad. “What in the hell were you doing out there in your condition? You could’ve gotten yourself killed by illness, or hit by a car, or something!”
Shark looked down at his feet, feeling ashamed for making such a rash decision. “Sorry, Dad. I heard Sinbad got shot, and I guess I got too worried to think right.”
To this explanation, Dennis just pinched his nose. “Well, as you can see, Mister Rotter is still very much alive. You worried yourself into a state worse than his.”
After Dennis left, Shark and Sinbad were left alone in the room. Shark placed his palms flat against the wall of the isolation chamber, as though trying to break out of it.
“You’re okay, right?” He said over the humming of the machines. “I mean, I heard the gun go off over the phone…”
Sinbad just snorted at the concern. “I can’t be the first guy ever who got shot by his roommate. He just got a bit trigger happy over me getting rid of his DVDs.”
The rather trivial reason made Shark confused. “What kind of DVDs were they?”
“It’s Blondie we’re talking about here. Take a wild guess.” Sinbad paused for a moment. “If it makes you feel any better, they’re talking about revoking his gun license.”
This revelation did make Shark feel a little better. “I guess I didn’t really need to go to the lengths I did then, huh? I still don’t see the need to put me in all of this.”
“It’s Twinbrook, man,” Sinbad answered. “These idiots once tried to develop a vaccine against Bieber fever. Imagine being the girl who started that problem.”
Sinbad then dropped the sardonic air. “But yeah. You’re gonna be in there a while. Apparently your flu is really fucking you up. The docs don’t want what you got infecting other people.”
Shark couldn’t figure out what to say to that. He just nodded and stepped a little closer to the plastic wall. Then the both of them looked each other in the eyes.
“I, uh…” He couldn’t find the right words to say now. He instead looked about the room for anyone else, then moved back and pressed his lips against the plastic.
Closing his eyes, Shark then felt Sinbad return his offer of a kiss. Both of them also pressed their hands against each other from both sides. When Sinbad pulled away, he had a noticeable blush across his face.
“You’ll come back tomorrow, right?” Shark said to get his attention.
Scratching the back of his head, Sinbad nodded. “Yeah, I’ll uh…I’ll see what I can do. Eh…Later.”
As he left, Shark pressed his fingers against his lips, feeling a definite warmth on his cheeks.
They didn’t actually directly kiss, but it still felt rather nice.