Teens should not be left unattended with wheelchairs. This is common knowledge. It stands true for four teens who were visiting one of their own who had seriously damaged a leg by jumping out of a tree and landing wrong. Yes, some cruel twist of fate had landed Jimmy Sullivan in the hospital with a broken leg. It wasn't really bad enough for him to need a wheelchair, but he refused to use crutches and he wouldn't stop trying to walk. It was for his own safety...in theory...

The five teens were gathered in a small lounge, used by patients and their visitors to chat with some privacy. The room was furnished to look like it was in somebody's home, but the mis-matched furniture just made it feel fake. Two of the teens, Brian and Matt, were seated on the tattered and stained loveseat and the only other chair in the room was occupied by Zacky. Jimmy was, of course, in his wheelchair which left poor Johnny to sit on the floor.

"This place suuuuuuuuuuuuucks!" Jimmy groaned dramatically, spinning his chair around in circles.

Brian snorted, "Maybe you shouldn't have jumped outta that tree."

"I jump outta that tree all the time!" Jimmy exclaimed, "Wouldn't have been a problem if Short Shit hasn't fallen asleep right below me!"

Johnny looked up at the older teen with a slight pout on his face. "I was up for over 24 hours! I was tired and you guys wouldn't let me go home!"

"Excuses!" Jimmy cried out, stopping his circles to point a finger at Johnny, remaining unphased by his expression.

"Anyway," Zacky started, "What IS there to do around here?"

"Not much of anything, really. Most everybody spends their time sleeping, eating, or watching TV. 'Rents wouldn't even let me bring my Nintendo."

"Ouch, that's harsh," Brian said before looking to Matt The guy had been unusually quiet since they'd shown up. That look successfully drew everybody's attention to the muscular teen.

Matt's gaze was firmly attached to a lonely wheelchair sitting just on the other side of the glass window that enabled hospital staff to peek inside and check on their patients without intruding on any conversations. Everybody could see the hamsters working themselves to the bone to turn the wheels in his head as some evil scheme formed. Of course, the combined looks of everybody else drew his attention back to the conversation. "What?" he asked, giving a dimpled smile.

"Well...you guys are bored, right?" he asked, pausing while the others nodded, "I was looking at that other wheelchair out there and I was thinking that we could race 'em."

"FUCK YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Jimmy shouted, turning a few more circles in his chair.

"So, who's gonna be in the other chair?" Zacky asked, glancing at the chair in question.

"Johnny," Matt, Brian, and Jimmy said in unison, looking at the sleepy teen.

Johnny shook his head. "NO WAY! You guys are either gonna send me down a flight of stairs or something!"

Jimmy snorted. "If any of us were gonna do ANYTHING to you, we woulda done it already."

Johnny looked skeptical. It wasn't the first time he'd been told that only to end up in a dumpster an hour later. Who was to say that something like that wouldn't happen today?

To Brian, it was clear that Johnny wasn't going to be talked into a race willingly. That would mean there would only be one way to get him to do it. "Man-challenge," he said simply, a slight smirk on his face.

Johnny's jaw dropped. He was well aware of the rules of a man-challenge. He was also well aware of the "punishment" that he would rightly deserve should he turn it down. "Alright, fine," he huffed. It was bad enough being only 5'4"...

"Alright racers, are you ready?" Zacky announced from the far end of the hall. The four other teens had paired off. Matt was with Jimmy and Brian was with Johnny. The older sat upright, eagerly waiting for the race to begin. Johnny, on the other hand, was curled up into a pathetic little ball. He still didn't trust his friends completely on not introducing him into a wall.

"GO!" Zacky shouted and Brian and Matt took off running, pushing the wheelchairs in front of them. Just as they both reached the glass windows of the lounge, they let go, letting the chairs roll down the hall by themselves.

Zacky, being at the far end, was to decide who the winner was... Or...at least guess who passed him first, which was fairly hard to do since both Jimmy and Johnny were traveling very fast at almost the same speed. However, as they came closer, Johnny inched ahead and Jimmy started slowing down.

"The winner is, SHORT SHIT!" he exclaimed, turning around to watch the racers come to a stop. Although, Jimmy was the only one who came to a stop by choice. Instead of just stopping and turning around, he began spinning in circles again, string after string of profanity flying out of his mouth about Matt not pushing fast enough and how he just couldn't win lately. Poor Johnny, on the other hand, only had his prediction come true; the thing that stopped him was a wall.