I look at the world and I notice it's turning...

Hm...dream sequence!

Ok, I'll try to think of something while they...I dunno, save his life

Marshall: "Go get me the most alcoholic thing you have," barks Joyce. I hand her the rest of the stuff in my flask and she rolls up Jonas' shirt to get a better look at the wound. I try not to cry when she pours the stuff straight on the wound.

Jonas
Opening my eyes, the first thing I noticed was strawberries. Wait, what?! I was in a field that smelled like strawberries. And littering the ground was yes, hundreds and hundreds of the red fruit. The air even tasted like strawberries. Alright, either I'm dreaming, hallucinating, or in heaven and someone up there has a weird sense of humor. Before I could figure it out, though, Mr Walrus appeared. "Erm...hey Mr Walrus, you're Marshall's concence, not mine" "My name is John" he sighed "But I thought the walrus was Paul?" "No, that's a myth. Clearly, in the music video you can see...wait, I'm getting off track. Listen buddy, and listen hard: you are making a big mistake" "Excuse me?"

They are going to have horrible hangovers XD
Jonas
"You are throwing your life away. Think about it. Right now, you are laying, wasted, in a hospital bed. In a circus. With a gunshot wound to the shoulder" "Does sound pretty bad if you say it like that" I admit "But we're changing the wor-" "Is this really the best way to do that? Burning down the White House and opening a circus?"

Lol. If Marshall was there, he would've punted Mr.Walrus like a soccer ball.

Joyce: "Ok, who here knows how to sew?" When I tall girl raises her hand, I wave her over. "Here, you're gonna have to redo his stitches..."

Probably breaking his foot in the process...
Jonas
"What are you saying, anyway?!" I was firm in what I believed...but even though I didn't know it yet, that's when the first seeds of doubt were planted. "Just be careful, and remember, above everything else..." that's when that dream ended, and I went on to another dream about this chick named Molly that kept repeating some nonsense line over and over.

dang, the Outsider's chat kinda died, huh?

:/ hmm

Yea, it kinda did...

Marshall: "Live, damn you!" I yell when they're done sewing him up. Joyce pulls me down. "Shut up and let him rest. Besides- you and I néed to have a chat."

I really hope this chat doesn't die also, it's one of the coolest ever o.o and when should Jonas wake up?

Hiya!

When does Jonas wake up?

Hello?

He can wake up whenever...

Where are they?
Jonas
Groaning, I open one eye and try to sit up. I was still too sore. "Hello?" I mutter, wondering if maybe I was finally dead

The Cirque.

Marshall: "He lives!" I yell from the floor as Joyce walks over with a tray in her hands and pushes me over with her foot. "Say 'Ah'" she says as she puts the things down.

Myrah: I blink. Well, we're alone again. You'd actually be surprised how much this happens. I turn back to my waffles and start shoveling more into my mouth.

Jonas
I couldn't even tell if I was still drunk or hungover, but my head hurt like heck. "Ah" I said, closing my eyes from the light. Too bright

When are we getting back to this?

Joyce: "Ok, so now that you're awake..." I say sweetly before grabbing him and Marshall by their shirts. "Why the fuck aren't you in the hospital?!"

Jonas
"Marshall...kidnap...watch...hockey masks...third story window...er..." My head was pounding and I could barely manage the words, then I decided maybe silence was the best tactic

Marhsall: I nod. "Exactly! Besides- I don't know if Mr.Walrus wants me to tell you." Her eyes narrow and she squeezes my broken nose. "You've got til I count to three. One..."

Jonas
"Joyce, I really don't think that's going to help..." My voice was slightly slurred but understandable. And Mr Walrus...that reminded me...

Marshall: "Ow! Ok, ok! But if my nose comes out crooked, you're paying for my nose job!" She let's go and I grimace. "We kidnapped him from the hospital. I mean look at him Joyce. He needs the open range, fresh air, decent food and friends." "He's not a horse, Marshall," Joyce sighs.

XD 'He's not a horse, Marshall'

Jonas
"I wouldn't even push a horse out of a three story window after convincing him his best friend had just been murdered" And I hated horses. Horrible, smelly creatures. Bleh.