Left Behind-Part 3-Shock

Kenny knelled down beside the boy. Ben laid on the sofa in a lifeless trance. Kenny placed his hand gently on the cold boy's neck. Ben's heartbeat was steady. Kenny tapped Ben's face. "Ben? Come on Ben. Wake up...." Ben stared at the ceiling. Kenny only looked at the floor. "Its all my fault I shouldn't have left him there alone..." Kenny whispered to himself. Ben's eyes blinked slowly. The boy cautiously looked over to the upset man. "K~Kenny....?" Ben laid his hand on Kenny's shoulder. Kenny looked up quickly at the shaken boy. "Ben!" the older man grabbed the boy up into his arms, tightly hugging Ben. "D-Duuude!" Ben squirmed in Kenny's tight grasp. Kenny let go and looked the boy in the eyes. "You're okay now." Kenny spoke softly. "Yeah...I guess so. Um... Kenny .... I'm really cold and I feel a little sick." Chills went down the boys cold body. Kenny only walked into a bed room. "You need to get some rest. Go lie down for awhile. I'll watch over you." Ben peeked into the room and walked slowly over to the bed. Ben sat on the edge, slightly bouncing on it. "Its comfortable." the boy looked up to Kenny and smiled. Ben slid down under the covers. "Don't you want to come lay on the bed? Its really soft." Ben spoke softly to Kenny. "Uh- later Ben. I might get comfortable and fall asleep. Then we would both be in trouble." Ben nodded slowly. "Yeah... I guess you're right."Kenny looked at the boy, whose eyes had began to close slowly as he sat up in the bed. Kenny chuckled a little as he watched the boy doze off into a sleepy state. "Ke....Kenny....I...I..." Kenny walked over to the sleepy boy. "Get some sleep Ben." Kenny gently laid the boy back into the bed. "Goodnight...Kenny..." the boy was still very cold and stuttered. Kenny looked at the youth. "Goodnight Ben." Kenny rubbed the youngster's head tenderly.
--Later--
Kenny sat in a chair next to the bed that Ben slept in. Kenny watched the boy sleep. "He's cold....still! I'm... afraid.... something may be wrong. He's lost a lot of blood during all of this. He's weak and sick... What if he get trapped in his sleep?....What if he don't wake up?.... What if he's already too far gone for me to save him....?" Kenny thought to himself as he stared at the mute teenager. All the man could hear was Ben's breathing. Ben's breathing was jagged. Kenny hovered his hand over Ben's mouth. The youth's breath was rigid along with his body. "Ben? Hey....Ben?" Kenny tugged at the boy's arm. Ben moaned in his sleep. "Wha-....(cough)" Ben's voice screeched and he sounded suffocated. Ben tried to speak again but only gagged and coughed again. Kenny's eyes looked at the teen's face. Ben's lips trembled cold and in fear. Blood began to seep through his lips. Ben looked at Kenny. Fear filled the young boy's eyes. "Ben..." Kenny looked at Ben in dismay. Ben's eyelids began to slip down until his eyes were weak looking. Ben sickly looked at Kenny once more before falling back onto the bed, comatose...