Save Me {Dylmas}

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A few hours later, I'd drank a few bottles of Corona and was onto cider. Opening a can, I began walking back to the hospital to see Dylan again. That was when I saw Kaya wheeling him out in a wheelchair. 

"Dylan!" I slurred drunkenly, "You're freeeeee!"

"Kaya," He whispered, gripping onto her hand. Dylan looked uncomfortable, as if he didn't want me anywhere near him, like I was some sort of vermin.

"Thomas, you're drunk. Go back to the hotel, sleep it off. Dylan needs some rest. Away from you." Kaya said sternly. If I were sober, I'd have known better than to push it.

"Woaaaah! Party pooper, right Dylan?" I started laughing at my own not funny joke.

Kaya continued to lead Dylan to the hospital and I leant down to kiss Dylan. He pushed me away, signalling to Kaya to go faster. "Thomas." Kaya warned sternly. "You're drunk, and you stink of alcohol. Grow up." The pair left, leaving me heartbroken. It was weird, seeing Kaya angry at me since just the night before she'd wanted to help me out of my addiction. I suppose it was my mess, and I needed to fix it. Leaving to my hotel, I made the most rational choice I'd ever made whilst being drunk; sleep it off, just so I could be sober enough to apologise to Dylan and try to win him back.

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"Dylan, no!" I yelled as he plunged a knife into his chest. I screamed for help, rushing to his side and trying to save him. "You couldn't save me, Thomas. You're a waste of life. Here," He gasped, handing me the knife, "Die. You shouldn't be allowed to live. Do it, monster. Kill yourself." Then he died; in my arms, still clutching the knife he wanted me to kill myself with.

-

I jolted up, my heart racing. Reaching over to look at the calendar, I saw I'd slept for 36 hours straight. Getting up, I quickly got in the shower to wash off the smell of booze and then got changed. 

"Thomas! Open the door!" I heard a familiar female voice yell. Rushing to the door, I opened it up and saw Kaya. 

"Please don't hate me. I'm trying, Kaya, I really am." I pleaded, tearing up.

"No. You know who's trying? Dylan. Dylan is trying. You know I had to call Will to watch Dylan in case he tried to kill himself again. He is trying to recover. You? You just keep running and drinking. Dylan needs you, Thomas, and you're leaving him. Now, Dylan is going to have to do this without the one he loves. Congratulations. You've royally screwed this up." Kaya walked away, down the hall and to the elevator. For a moment, I thought it was best for me to just stay away, but that soon disappeared and I ran down the stairs and to Kaya's room. I knocked, but no one answered, meaning they were at Dylan's room. I then ran down another flight of a stairs and knocked repeatedly at Dylan's door. Will opened it and looked surprised to see me (though he usually looks surprised anyway.)

"I need to speak to Dylan." I demanded, pushing past.

"Depends. Are you sober?" Dylan said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at me. He didn't seem to want me there, and to be perfectly honest, I couldn't blame him. 

"Yeah. Look, Dylan, I am so, so sorry." I heard the door open and presumed Kaya was back. "I was being selfish. I couldn't accept that the boy I was so deeply in love with tried to end his life, and I thought I was struggling. I can hardly imagine how much you were struggling, and I promise, if you will give me another chance, I will become sober, I will take care of you, and I swear, I will save you from whatever demons you have right now." 

"Dylan?" Kaya said softly, "Do you want him to leave? Or do you want us to leave?" 

"Um... I think I need some time with Tommy." He smiled a little and the two left us. "I could never stay mad at you."

I leaned down and kissed Dylan again, grinning against his lips. "I love you,"

"I love you too."