Sepiroth can't help but feel that something is very wrong as he waits for the phone to be answered, nor can he shake the feeling that it's totally his fault. He holds the receiver tightly, his knuckles white as he mouths a silent prayer to any God that's willing to listen. 'please let him be okay..' he mouths over and over, getting more anxious as he waits. He starts to hear the voice again, accusing him of all sorts of things that could have being done to Shawn. “stop..please..” Sepiroth whispers to the voice only he can hear, the voice of his mother and sometimes his father.. or even both at once, he digs his nails into his shoulder with his real hand.. snapping out of it when the phone rings.<br/><br/><br/>“Shawn, are you alright!?” he asks quickly, pausing when he hears a women's voice at the end of the phone. “oh.. I-I'm sorry..” he stammers. “my name is Sepiroth, a friend of your son and owner of the phone..” he blushes. “oh.. y-you aren't his.. then you're...” Sepiroth freezes when she says she's a nurse. “A-a nurse?! What happened to him? Is he alright?!” Sepiroth asks quickly, then nearly drops the reciver when she tells  him. His eyes widen and his lips move, but no sound comes out of his mouth. He hears her hang the phone up and stands there clutching the dead receiver for a few moments. He suddenly lets out a scream and pulls his fist back, before punching the wall and grazing the skin off his knuckles.  He ignores the blood that drips and starts to run, his mother's voice whispers in his ear. 'this is all your fault.. but are you sure you should push yourself like this, darling?'<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>It was a few hours before Sepiroth got to the hospital, gasping for breath. He looks pale and very ill, but straitens himself up the best he can and walks inside. He walks over to the waiting desk and rasps breathlessly. “my name is Sepiroth, I'm here to see my friend Shawn who was admitted a few hours ago.. I'm the person who owns the phone he had on him..” the receptionist looks at him in concern and points to the waiting room. “please take a seat..” Sepiroth nods. “thank you..” he walks over and sits on one of the seats, he notices the cop and gulps a little. He's scared of people in authority, he shuts his eyes and tries to block out the voice..