[ WP ] Schizophrenic brothers are stranded in the woods . They are to run out of ziprasidone soon .

> You flooded it! 
 
 > I did NOT! That is not the sound of a flooded engine. 
 
 > Well, you did something to it. It was n't like this when I lent it to you to run to town. What was so important that you had to fuck up my car anyway? 
 
 > Nothing! I was just getting my medication, fuck I thought YOU of all people would understand. 
 
 > Well, shit. We may be stranded here till it gets light out, I ca n't do anything in the dark like this. 
 
 > I did n't even want to go camping, and look what we got into. 
 
 > Hey, this is your fault, you fucked my car up. 
 
 >... 
 
 > So how many pills did you grab anyway? 
 
 > Just a few 
 
 > A few? Like how much is a few? 2? 
 
 > Yeah, 2. Why? 
 
 > Cuz I'm running low is all. 
 
 > Well how much is running low? 
 
 > None, I'm all out. I thought we'd be on the road by now but **someone**... 
 
 > Hey, relax, just take 1 of mine, it's fine. We'll camp out an extra night. 
 
 
 So now we both had one pill each that we swallowed with a swig of beer. Except, I did n't really swallow mine. I do n't need it anyway. I know how my brother gets, and he may need these both. Honestly, he's the crazy one. I'm just on ziprasidone because I'm the creative type, you know? Doctors do n't understand us creative types. 
 
 
 The night goes on an my brother starts building a fire while I try to look for any damaged fuses. Frustrated, I give up and throw a few logs on the fire an crack a beer. 
 
 
 That's when I start to notice it. He's just staring in to the fire, and he has this crazy look in his eyes. I swear, I can hear him whispering things. Or someone's whispering something, but I do n't see anyone else here but me and him. 
 
 
 > He's sick, I need to heal him 
 
 
 In an almost simultaneous effort, me and my brother both stand and it's clear that there's a moment of hesitation, but then I hear it, a whisper 
 
 
 > Heal him, only you can 
 
 
 So I pull the pill I saved from my pocket and lunge for his face but he's lurching towards me. His hand is grabbing for my eye sockets, but I shove my two fingers with the ziprasidone into his mouth. Dumb mistake - he bites down hard until I can feel his teeth on my finger bones. 
 
 
 He spits out the pill and gives me a strong left hook that reels me to the ground. At this point he's straddling me and trying his best to hold me own. I'm inches away form the fire and can feel my skin drying and my hair singeing. He tries to shove something into my mouth, but I spit it out as I flip him over my left side, directly into the fire. 
 
 
 I do n't care anymore, let us burn together. 
 
 
 > Sickness, only the fires can heal. Our screams are only our sins leaving. Finally, rest. 
 
 
 

