Charles knew that it would go off beeping any day by this point. That taunting, bitter beep that went on and on and on... All that he could remember while listening to those beeps were his friend who decided to drive that night. His friend was a magnificent boy. Maxwell was his name. He was very good at his school and very handsome. He's dead now. Maybe a nurse will come and check your I.v. That's the best thing that can comfort charles right now. Just a voice. Just a living voice.