He was trying so hard to be strong for them all. He could see that everyone needed someone stable around them, desparately. Punk thought at first Poet might manage it, but the moment he had started to coax a smile out of Punk, he started coughing and the fear in the newer boy's eyes shone brightly. Is he gonna die? Will Heartless be able to handle it if he does? What is going to happen to our Code Black? Thoughts were racing through his head, and none of them were very bright, and Punk's previous anger was smothered by the crushing blackness of the grief he was holding in. He was surprised that he was holding up this well when his body was slowly freezing on the inside.
"Rosie was shot on the bottom of her lung. I managed to reflate it, but she's fallen into a coma, and after three days, there's slim to no chance that she'll wake up again. If she wake's up, she'll need an oxygen machine for most of her life, and a handicap like that can only ruin her chance of living in Providence."
Punk listened to this, and his blood somehow managed to run even colder in his veins. Was she saying ... Rosie would be dead no matter what? She had no chance whatsoever? That couldn't be true! Not Rosie! But as they were led over to her bed, he saw that it very well could be. Poet and Heartless fell to pieces, the latter crying onto his chest. He held her for a moment, before he realized his shock was wearing off. "Heartless, I need to go. I'll be... around somewhere." He mumbled in a gruff voice before gently prying the girl off of him. He felt terrible for leaving her, but he would not let her see him fall apart, not in a situation where she needed someone strong.
Punk walked quickly to the door and out onto the streets, and the tears began to sting his eyes. He walked wwithout seeing, his vision obscured, and he had no idea where he was. But he was breaking inside. Shattering into pieces, like the glass of a window. He couldn't handle all of the pent up grief inside of him. Finally, he fell to his knees in the middle of the street somewhere in Providence and let out a wail, and all of his sobs poured from his mouth. He crumpled to the ground, sobbing there, not particularly caring if a car came by to hit him. Not that many people had cars here anyways, but still.