Short Summer Nights

CHAPTER FIVE

[Rickys POV]
I woke up to being held by someone, and as I looked around more I saw I was being held by Chris. I remembered why he was holding me, and the tears ran to my eyes.

I shifted around to be able to get up and ran out of the room to the bathroom. I sat on the bathroom floor crying. I took out my cannula to be able to blow my nose, but it only made me lose breath. Why me?

I forgot what time it was, but time passed and the tears had subsided. I felt the cold tile underneath my brittle hands as I took in how pale and noticeable my veins have become.

My best friend, the one that was always there for me, was now gone. And I couldn't even say goodbye. I felt my eyelids grow heavy, and let the darkness consume me.

[Angelo's POV]
I woke up as I saw some sun shine through my windows. I checked my phone for the time, it read 8:23am. That was quite early, but I figured to get up. I went to go to the bathroom, and saw the door was closed.

I knocked on it, but got no response. I tried opening it, but it wasn't budging due to something on the other side.

"Chris?" No response. "Rick?" No response. "C'mon. Rick. Are you in there? Ricky? Are you okay? C'mon Rick this isn't funny." I said as I kept trying to push the door in.

Eventually I was able to open the door to a point where I could get in. "Rick! Are you okay?" I say panicked, as I pick Ricky up off the floor, oh god, not this soon, please god not this soon.

"Rick. Get up. C'mon what's going on." I say, lightly smacking his face trying to get him to wake up. He's still breathing, which is good, but what the hells going on?

"Chris! Chris!" I yell, hoping to get his attention. Soon enough a sleepy Chris comes barging in through the door smacking it against the shower. "Where's Ricky-" he asks.

"I need you to go get a bottle in Ricky's room, it has a green top, and get his inhaler too please. And a water, and actually get his the med bottle with the red top please, hurry." I tell him as I cradle Ricky.

Chris has this worried look in his eye as he nods and disappears from the doorway. "C'mon Rick, what happened? You gotta wake up bud. C'mon." I tell him as I do everything I can to get him back to consciousness. I fix his cannula a bit, and keep trying to get a small sign, move your hand, open your eyes, something, please.

Chris ran back in with all the stuff I asked of him. He took a seat next to me, and brought Ricky's legs into his lap. I quickly unscrewed the bottles and opened Ricky's mouth. I felt bad about doing this, but he needed it.

Some small tears were forming around my eyes as I forced the pills down his throat. Once I was able to give him both of his pills, he started to gain consciousness. "You're okay Rick, stay with me." I tell him.

I carefully bring his inhaler to his mouth and push it, thankfully he breathes in at the right time. I sigh and bring Ricky's head to my chest. Chris just sits there, with this scared look on his face as I do all of this.

"Is, is he okay?" Chris asks timidly. "I, he will be." I say, yet it comes out more of a question. "Mm?" A quiet noise escapes Ricky's mouth. "Rick! Oh god, are you okay? What happened? Why were you in the bathroom?" I ask quickly.

Ricky gives me this scared look as tears form around his eyes. "You're safe Rick, what happened?" I ask him more calmly now. "They're gone Ange, my baby. My cat, my best friends gone." Ricky says as he sobs into my body.

He doesn't realize Chris is here until Chris lightly rubs his thumb against his leg. "I got so scared Ange, I just started crying, and I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, and next thing I saw was you." Ricky says quietly.

I nod in response. "How about I help you take a shower, yeah? It's early but it can help. We can take today off. Chris, you can go sit on the couch, I'm sorry you had to see this." As Ricky hears me mention Chris he lets his eyes travel down to where Chris was seated.

"I-" Ricky tries to choke out a sentence but Chris offers him a kind smile and slowly gets up. "Feel better Ricky." He says as he gets out of the bathroom and shuts the door.

Ricky sighed heavily as I helped him up. "Can i undress you?" I ask him. "Yeah. Can you make the water a bit hotter please?" He asks. I nod, knowing there was no point in arguing with him.

I turn on the water and make sure it'll be a good amount of hot. I help ricky undress, being careful of his cannula. "Alright, I'm gonna set you on the chair now, okay?" I tell him. He nods as I pick him up and sit him on the chair under the water.

The shower goes smoothly, as Ricky enjoys his showers. I feel bad for Ricky sometimes, he has a tough time bathing himself cause it takes such a toll on his muscles and body.

"Alright bud. I'm gonna get you out okay, stabilize your feet." I tell him. I get Ricky out of the shower and covered by a towel quickly.

"T-thank you Ange." He tells me. "Of course rick, that's what I'm here for. Go get dressed and I'll make some breakfast." I tell him. He nods and hangs his head down as he walks to his room.

[Ricky's POV]
That was horrible, what the hell did my body do? Did I just shut down? I hang my head down as I walk past chris, he didn't need to see me being weak. I walk slowly and carefully to my room, and I was happy once I reached it.

I found a pair of sweats and a large t-shirt. I put on a pair of boxers and my sweats, and sat down on my bed. I sighed quietly, questioning everything.

I heard the door open and someone walk in. "Hey! Ange says foods ready-" Chris says. I take a moment to register what happened, and realize he's staring at my scars. On my chest.

"My god Chris! I know I'm horrid you can stop looking!" I yell at him as tears blur my vision once again.

"No! No no Ricky it's okay. Are you trans?" He asks me quietly. I nod slowly, not sure if I'd be able to trust him. "I understand Ricky."

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Thank you for reading! I hope you all enjoyed, this chapter was a little heavy so stay safe! Have a good day <3
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