Putting the Pieces Together

Chapter 15

A/N sorry. I don't know how hospitals work so don't hurt me i fna.
I know Mitch's sister's name isn't Kayleigh. And I know that he has another sister and a brother. Just chill. This is an AU and I'm blaming it on that.

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(Adam's POV)

Oh Hiro, you're such a card. Ian went out to dinner with his girlfriend (😞), so Ty and I were alone watching Big Hero 6©. Well, by the time that the micro things were being sucked into the teleportation thing Ty's lips were on mine. As we were groping each other inappropriately, I heard Jerome screaming. On instinct I was dashing down the hallway until I reached the bathroom. The door was wide open and on the floor laid a bloody Mitch and crying Jerome.

"Holy shit." Numerous deep gashes were on his arms. The one that scared me the most was the vertical cut from his forearm to his wrist. It wasn't as deep as the other ones, but it still was pretty bad. After I freaked out, I called 911. I sped through the details and tried to hang up, but the operator stopped me.

"Wait, I need you to make sure he is breathing."

Yeah, sure. I'll touch my friend's body while his (boy)friend cries next to him. No biggie. I felt his jugular and there was a weak pulse.

"H-he's b-breathing." Nice job forming words, Adam. New personal best 10/10.

The lady told me to stay on the phone in case of any 'abnormalities', which basically meant in case he died. After yelling at Ty to make sure to let them in, we played the waiting game. It was hard to tell how much time passed, but it felt like at least 5 years. Just when I was considering getting out some cards to play Go Fish, there was a doorbell. At the time, it sounded like angels. Ty led them to the bathroom and they lifted him up on the gurney before I could even blink. They told us one person could go with Mitch, and Jerome was booking it to the ambulance. It was a painfully quiet drive to the hospital with Ty.

(Jerome's POV)

Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god. What the hell did Mitch do to himself? Why is he hurting himself? How could I not have noticed? I'm a terrible friend. Did I cause this? Does he not love me back? I was so sure that he felt the same way. They're everywhere. His whole body is covered with these... Cuts. Scars. I had no idea. They took him in for emergency surgery and I'm sitting in an uncomfortable hospital chair. I guess this is how Mitch felt with his parents. He'll be ok. He has to. It's just the rules of life. Oh god what if it's like that fucking lion movie when that lion's dad gets trampled? Oh no it had a song about the circle of life. Shut up Jerome he'll be fine.

"Hey Jerome." I was too worried and sad to be startled by the voice.

"How are you feeling?" Another voice asked quietly as if I was a sleeping bear.

"Like shit." I didn't even care if it was the president of the United States, I was numb and everything felt so surreal. I loved him- no. I love him. He's going to be ok because I need him to be.

"We are here for you, Jerome."

"I-I kissed him."

"Fucking finally," Adam muttered and Ty punched him in the shoulder.

"It's my fault. I kissed him and he-he didn't believe me. He didn't t-think that I meant it. Then he ran into the bathroom and-and..." I broke down and I felt a soft hand caress my my hair.

"H-hey Kayleigh." I looked up while wiping my tears away to see her pain-ridden eyes.

"Hi Jerome. How is he doing?" How she stayed so calm baffles me.