GyllenHolland: Chaos Walking

Relapse Pt.2

Tom woke up to the smell of fresh pancakes and eggs. He sat up in the bed, and put his hand up to his head when a tang of pain shot through his body. His left shoulder and wrists were in bandages. "J-Jake?" He said groggily.

Jake came running out of the kitchen. His eyes looked tired, and his face looked swollen from crying. "What is it? Are you okay? Do you need-"

"I'm fine." He sighed. "I just wanted to know where you were."

"I'm here baby." He kissed his hand. "I'll be right in the kitchen if you need me."

Tom nodded his head. Jake left the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He couldn't remember what happened last night. Everything was blurry. He remembered getting into a fight but that was about it. He racked his brain for another five minutes finally remembering everything.

To sum it up: Jake left the apartment without telling him, so they got into a fight when he came back home. Causing him to lock himself in the bathroom, self harm, and pass out.

Jake came back with two plates. One for him, one for Tom. He handed Tom his plate, and laid his on the nightstand. He'd made pancakes, eggs, and cut up little pieces of fruit to go with it.

"I don't feel like eating right now." Tom whispered.

"When was the last time you ate?"

Tom poked his food with his fork. "I don't know." He mumbled. "Maybe, the night before you left?"

Jake's eyes almost popped out of his skull. "That's a whole day Tom!"

Tom's eyes began watering. Jake sat in front of him, and rubbed his knee. "Will you eat if I feed it to you?"

He shook his head, mouth sealed tight, and wiped the stray tears away.

"Baby please, you need to eat." He begged. "Your skin is pale, and you look sick. Please, let me help you."

That's the first time Jake has offered to help him this entire lockdown. He started crying again. "Okay." He whispered.

Jake gave him a pity smile. He took his plate from him, gathering a small amount of pancake on his fork. "Open." He said smiling.

Tom kept his eyes down and slowly opened his mouth. He bit down onto the fork, softly chewing his food. Jake began humming to him, one of their favorite songs. He kept feeding him, repeating the process over and over. Until the only thing left on his plate was one grape. "Last bite." Jake coo'd.

Tom gave a gentle smile, the first one he's cracked all morning. He allowed him to feed him the last piece of fruit, chewing it carefully.

"Good job baby." He kissed him on the forehead, got up and threw his plate away.

"What about you?" Tom said looking at Jake's plate resting on the nightstand.

"It's probably cold by now. I'm not that hungry anyways." He replied, kissing his lips.

Jake climbed into bed beside him, and pulled him into his chest. He twisted his wavy hair around his index finger, slowly swaying them from side to side. "Do you feel like talking about what happened between us last night?"

Tom began breathing shakily. He truly didn't want to have this conversation, but for the sake of their relationship, it needed to happen. "Am I, am I not enough for you?"

Jake despised that he was even asking him that. But he should've expected it, due to how terrible he's been to him lately. "You're everything to me."

"It doesn't seem like it. I just, need to know if it's something I did?"

Jake looked out the window, trying to keep himself from crying. "It's not you. It was never you." He sighed. "It's me."