"Get off me Ethan. Immediately, Blue Boy let go and crashed to the floor. Tyler tossed the mop to Mark. "You made the fucking mess. You get to fucking clean it up." He stormed off. Ethan lept to his feet and sprinted after him.
Death perched himself on top of Alex's IV pole, watching the blood drip softly into him. He started cawing at Alex, who had his back to him. But Alex ignored him, thinking about somethings on his mind.