*Janah*
Jack walked into Jonah's room to find him on the floor muttering as he hit his head with both his fists. He knelt beside his boyfriend. "Jonah? What's wrong? You can tell me."
"No. No. No. Get away," Jonah muttered. "Go away or I'll have to hurt you."
"Jonah, it's me. Jack Avery," Jack stammered.
Jonah kept on hitting his head with his fists. "Go away. Please go away now."
Jack ran downstairs and to the backyard where the rest of the boys were. "Something's wrong with Jonah. I think he was threatening me."
"What?" Daniel asked, from the pool.
"He kept saying go away or I'll hurt you," Jack stammered. "I'm more worried for him than myself."
"Wait.. he said he'd hurt you?" Corbyn asked worriedly.
"Yeah but that's not the important thing," Daniel replied. "He seemed to be trying to hurt himself or something."
"Self harm?" Zach asked.
"No. He kept hitting his head with his fists. Not hard, but definitely not in frustration," Jack said.
Corbyn had heard enough. He ran upstairs to Jonah's room to find the door locked. "Jon, let me in."
There was no response and Corbyn reached for a lock pick that was above the door. He shoved the door open and found it empty. Zach ran upstairs. "He couldn't have slipped past us."
"He didn't. He went through the window," Jack sighed. "We'll just wait for him to get back."
It took a few hours but sure enough Jonah returned. He looked confused and very tired. "Jack?"
"Yes?" Jack mumbled.
"Nevermind. I'm going to go sleep," Jonah said.
"Jon," Jack sighed. "We need to talk about earlier."
"Why?! I don't want to talk to you! Just leave me the hell alone!" Jonah yelled and ran upstairs.
"You okay J?" Corbyn asked.
Jack shrugged as he ran a hand through his hair. "I'll talk to him when he wakes up."
The next morning the boys were at an interview. It was awkward with Jack and Jonah not talking to each other. After the interview they went to lunch with two of their managers.
"You doing okay Jonah?" Randy asked.
Jonah continued picking at his food. Randy and Jon glanced at the boys. "What's going on with him?"
Daniel shrugged. "Wish I knew."
The boys were heading towards the beach when Jonah finally spoke for the first time in 24 hours. "I want to go home."
"What? Why?" Corbyn responded, looking in the rearview mirror.
"I don't feel well, I want to go home," Jonah stammered.
"Okay. We'll go home," Corbyn said, making a u-turn.
Jonah couldn't stop shaking. He knew another schizophrenic episode was coming. "Can we go faster please."
"I'm not breaking road laws," Corbyn said sternly.
"Whatever," Jonah grumbled.
Corbyn pulled into the driveway and Jonah bolted out of the car and into his room. The rest of the boys got popcorn and went to the studio to mess around with beats. "What if we try this one with two beats per measure?" Daniel suggested.
"That would go great with the bass guitar," Zach said.
I think..." Jack started to say.
"Get away! Leave me alone!" Jonah's voice rang through the house.
Jack and Corbyn nearly trampled each other on the way up the stairs. Jack shoved open the door and found Jonah in the same state as last time except he was hitting his head on the wall. Corbyn took off his sweater and put it behind Jonah's head. "Hey bud. Its Jack and Corbyn."
"I'll hurt you. They're going to make me hurt you," Jonah whispered.
"Who?" Jack asked, ignoring the threats.
Jonah seemed to zone back in and he looked around. "J-Jack. I need your help."
Jack nodded as Corbyn left the room. "Anything."
"I-I have schizophrenia which is why I've been acting weird I guess. I'm sorry I threatened you. It's just that during an episode I hear voices. I ran out of medication and all these places are closed for the holidays. I don't know what to do," Jonah said beginning to cry.
Jack held Jonah in his arms. "It's okay. You don't have to apologize. We'll get that medication somehow. I'll start checking tonight."
"I should've told you. I don't know why I didn't," Jonah sobbed.
Jack nodded as he helped Jonah into bed. Eventually Jonah dozed off. Jack pulled out his laptop and began researching the medication on every pharmacy website he could find. Finally, a place that was open came up. He pulled out his phone and dialled the number. "Hello. I need an emergency delivery for Olanzapine and Benztropine. Yeah. Ten o'clock tomorrow? Is that the earliest? Okay then. That's perfect. Thank you so much."
Zach wandered downstairs when the doorbell kept ringing. He opened the door. "Hey. Can't you just deliver this like normal?"
"Sorry," the delivery man said. "It's medication in this box so I need a signature on it."
Zach looked around and realized he was the only one awake. "I'm eighteen. Is that okay?"
The delivery man nodded. "Sure."
Zach signed for the package and went inside. He read the name. "Jack needs medication?"
Zach went upstairs and went into Jack's room. It was empty. He went to Jonah's room and found the two curled up and asleep. "Jack."
Mhm?" Jack yawned.
"You got a package," Zach whispered.
Jack sat up and took the box. He opened it and pulled out several containers of medicine all labeled: Jonah Marais- Schizophrenia
"Jack? What is this?" Zach asked as Corbyn and Daniel walked in.
"Jonah is schizophrenic and that's why he was acting really weird. The medication ran out so I got an emergency delivery," Jack explained.
"Oh man. That makes so much sense," Corbyn gasped.
Jonah moaned in his sleep and moved closer to Jack. Corbyn smiled. "Guess you'll give him the medication when he wakes up."
"Yeah," Jack replied.
Not the best ending again but I love this part. Requests are open. Stay safe ♥️
