"Tyler! What are you doing here so early? It's barely 7:00!" Josh asks as Tyler walks in, looking exhausted.

"I was up all night researching. I went to bed at 5:00," Tyler says, yawning and stretching his arms.

"Researching? Researching what? Also, that's really not healthy. Go to bed earlier," Josh says, looking concerned.

"I was trying to find out who could've done this to you. I still cannot believe it!! It makes me so mad!" Tyler says, stomping his foot.

Josh laughs. "Tyler, you don't have to do that! I'm perfectly fine," Josh says, grinning.

"Josh, you were shot with a dart and fell from 50 feet and now you have two broken legs and a broken arm. And a concussion. You aren't fine. This can't go without justice, Josh. You almost died! I have to find out who did this. And I will. I promise," Tyler says with a determined look on his face.

"Alright, fine, but if you don't find anything, I'll be okay," Josh says, giving Tyler a thumbs up and smiling.

Josh had just finished his sentence when a young girl burst in to the room. She had long blonde hair that had been dyed pink at the tips and was wearing a twenty one pilots shirt (which looked like she had made it herself) with knee-length shorts. "Um, wh-," Tyler was about to ask the girl a question, but she interrupts him.

"OH. MY. GOD. IT'S ACTUALLY YOU GUYS!!! CAN I HAVE A PICTURE?!??" The girl screams.

"Um, sure, but-," Tyler begins to say, but the girl interrupts him again by dashing over to both Tyler and Josh, hugging them in a very tight hug, and taking a picture.

"I can't believe this. I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE THIS I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MY ENTIRE LIFE OH MY GOSH I'M GONNA CRY!" The girl screams, running around in a small circle and flapping her arms like a penguin.

"Um, who exactly are you? This isn't the best time or place to be here with us," Tyler says, glad to finally be able to get a sentence out.

"My name's Sophie!!! I'm so excited to be meeting you both!!!" Sophie says, grabbing Tyler and Josh's hands and shaking them wildly.

"Hi Sophie. I like your shirt. It looks..nice," Tyler says, looking at the freshly painted black shirt that is dripping globs of paint onto the ground.

"Oh my GOD! TYLER SAID HE LIKES MY HANDMADE SHIRT I HAVE TO TWEET THIS!!" Sophie says, pulling out her phone and tapping the screen rapidly.

"Excuse me, could you please leave?" Tyler asks, trying his best to sound as friendly as possible. This girl looked she would cry if her pencil fell off of her desk.

"What?" Sophie asks, looking slightly upset.

"I'm sorry, but we need you to leave. Josh is in a pretty bad state right now and he kind of needs to be in a..quieter environment. Once again, I'm sorry, but Josh is not in the position to have these kinds of interactions," Tyler says, trying not to look Sophie in the eyes. Sophie looks at Josh, who nods, but doesn't make eye contact.

Sophie stutters as she tries to create a sentence. "B-...I-...FINE! I'll leave! I'll leave and never come back! I'm never looking at either of you again! I'm boycotting your shows! FOREVER!" Sophie smears the wet paint on her shirt until it turns into a dark brown color. She storms out, slapping every doctor and nurse that gets in her way with her painted hands. "I HATE YOU!!!" She screams as she goes through the hallway doors.

"Well, she didn't take that very well, did she? I feel bad, but she needed to go. For real," Josh says, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah. I wish we didn't have to do that. It doesn't feel good," Tyler says, looking down the hallway. "I should probably go, actually. You need to calm down after that little...incident. I'll come back in a few hours. See you later!" Tyler says, as he walks out the door.

"Bye, Tyler!" Josh yells at Tyler as he turns on the TV.