Jericho paces in the hospital waiting room, wrapping his arms around himself. He found his love his life laying on the ground... bleeding and dying. He hadn't wasted anytime, in Picking up the frail body and driving him to the hospital.

All the Doctors Said though was, "We're working on him."

Jericho growls, he was going to lose him, he knew it.

It's twelve o'clock, and it's a wonderful day.
I know you hate me, but I'll ask anyway.
Won't you come with me, to a place in a little town.
The only way to get there's to go straight down.
There's no bathroom, and there is no sink.
The water out of the tap is very, hard to drink,
Very hard to drink.

Jericho knew Sean's past wasn't the nicest, that Sean's mother was a witch that did anything to try and get her son to bend to her will. His father only pushed Sean away saying he wasn't His, and on the rare occasion that he said Sean was His, he said that he was...

"Ashamed to admit it."

Jericho narrows his eyes, vowing to pay a visit to their homes in the night.

You, wait 'til tomorrow
You, wait 'til tomorrow

The Sun sets as Jericho watches the sun, and sighs softly. He hadn't been the best boyfriend, to caught up in his own future and what Vince was trying to do with him. He never realized that the Kliq had been doing the same to Sean. Blocking him out, and concentrating on themselves. They hadn't talked to him in so long that Jericho couldn't help but wonder if there even is a Kliq left. If there is.. If there will be after....

You say that money, isn't everything,
But I'd like to see you live without it.
You think you can keep on going living like a king.
Oohh babe, but I strongly doubt it.

Jericho closes his eyes and bites his lip, Could he live with out knowing that Sean was be there for him. Be the one to help him, hold Sean in his arms when Sean cried or Screamed out in laughter.

No..

He knew his heart would die if Sean did. He frowns when a Doctor walks out. He stares into the distance, almost ... Dreading to hear the news.

"We won't know anything until Tomorrow."

Very hard to drink.

"No" Jericho whispers he closes his eyes and Sits in the waiting room chair.

Tomorrow...is to long.. Tomorrow is Forever away.

You gonna wait 'til, fat boy,
Fat boy, wait until tomorrow

Jericho sits in the chair staring at the ceiling..