Who Are You?

Simon was wearily walking up the stairs of Yogtowers with a packet of Jaffa Cakes in one hand. An increasingly stronger force seemed to pull him down as he continued his accent. His usual path up the stairs always made him tired, but this was downright awful. Thanks to a frantic Lewis, Simon had been lucky to get two hours of sleep this past week. The preparation for Minecon had left Lewis so stressed that he seemed to snap at everything and everyone; Simon, along with everybody else, was trying to do everything in their power to keep him slightly calmer. The result, Simon had to spend endless hours helping Lewis prepare for the convention. Now Lewis may be used getting to an hour of sleep of night, but Simon greatly despised getting up past noon. Lewis was the reason that Simon had to get up at 6 A.M. to make horrible recordings. Frankly, Simon was pissed at the founder of the Yogscast.

As Simon approached his office, he spotted a sliver of light that emitted from the slightly opened door. Did I leave my lights on? The way Simon was feeling, he could have killed somebody and not remembered. Without another thought Simon opened the door to see a clearly panicked Lewis. He was hunched over Simon's computer muttering a string of swears. Simon was about to ask what the matter was when he saw the answer.

"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?!" Simon screamed, throwing the Jaffa Cakes to the ground. Lewis spun around and faced Simon with wide eyes.

"I was just trying to get files…I was drinking tea…and….I….I…." Lewis sputtered walking towards Simon. "I'm sorry!" Simon's CPU was dripping droplets of liquid and shooting off sparks. A now empty mug stood on its side right next to the mouse. The lack of sleep had turned Simon into a time bomb just waiting to explode.

The late nights. Lack of sleep. Now this? This was the last straw…

Simon charged towards Lewis before he could realize what was happening. Lewis threw up his hands in self-defense, as if trying to ward off Simon's rage. Simon's hands hit Lewis squarely in the chest and sent him crashing towards the wall. Time seemed to stop as Lewis started flailing backwards. Bang!

Lewis's head collided with the office wall causing his glasses to slide off the bridge of his nose. With eyes shut, his head lolled to the side with his mouth slightly open. Simon stood frozen for a moment unable to process what had happened.

What have I done?!

Simon sprinted towards his lifeless friend and kneeled down. He placed his ear to his heart and was relieved to hear it beating…faintly.

"Oh god…oh god!" Simon screamed. "I'm sorry, Lewis! LEWIS!"

"Simon, what's the-" Simon turned around to see Hannah standing in the doorway looking overly pale.

"LEWIS!"

Hannah made a beeline for her boyfriend and kneeled down next to Simon. She grasped Lewis's shoulders and shook them vigorously.

"What happened?!" Hannah exclaimed.

"I'll explain later!" Simon answered. "We have to get him to the hospital!" Simon rummaged in his pockets for his phone until he realized he had left it at home. "SHIT!"

"I don't have my phone!" Hannah screeched.

Simon sprinted out the door looking for anybody else in the building.

"Help! Help!" Martyn poked his head out a door looking thoroughly puzzled.

"Simon, are you alright?" Martyn asked.

"It's…Lewis….call 9-1-1!" Simon yelled through gasps. Luckily, Martyn didn't ask anything more and whipped out his phone. As Martyn discussed the issue with the dispatcher, Simon ran back towards his office.

Hannah was still trying to wake Lewis up, but he refused to stir. Fat tears rolled down Hannah's cheek as she screamed his name. Simon felt an indescribable amount of guilt as Hannah's screams turned more and more frantic. Martyn's hurried footsteps could be heard as he ran towards Simon.

"They're on their way!" Martyn said, finally spotting Lewis. "What's happened here?!" Martyn ran past Simon and placed himself by Hannah's side and stared blankly at Lewis. Awkwardly, he placed a comforting hand on Hannah's shoulder as sobs wracked her body.

"He'll be alright," he whispered.

Simon, rooted to the spot, could do nothing but look at his three suffering friends, one of which was showing no signs of life.

How could you?