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Days and days went by, Armando going back to school and seeing Everett in the window when he leaves and comes back from school. Every so often, he'd see Everett running in the garden, something that always made Armando walk inside a bit faster. Every morning and night , he'd check on Everett to make sure he was healing correctly and didn't need to be kept in bed. After a while, his body healed but he didn't seem the same. Everett would hide away in Georgina's room every night and whenever he'd be around, he'd have an empty, hazy look in his eyes.
"Everett..? Are you okay...? You've been distant and you...you haven't been eating much..." Armando asked, sitting beside his boyfriend with a plate of apple slices. He looked over at Armando, then the food with a blank expression. "C'mon..please, just a little food...I'm worried about you..."
"I'm just not hungry...I ate a little last night...and drank a bit, I'm not starving..." Everett sighed softly before looking down at his hands. Armando set the plate down and held his hands tight, feeling them shake slightly.
"Ev...love, we have to talk...you can't get out of this...lets get you more comfortable so we can talk about some things..." Armando stood up and took the plate, guiding Everett upstairs and into his room. The two sat on the bed, leaning back against the wall.
"What do you want to talk about..."
"It's not about what we 'want' to talk about...its about what we need to talk about...Everett, I know what you've been doing...I've seen you in the bathrooms cleaning blood off your arms and...Everett tell me where the knife I keep in my bag is. I know you have it...show me where you put it..."
Everett froze up at first, tears welling in his eyes. He shakily stood and went to the closet, stepping into it and digging around, coming back with a small knife in black and silver. He handed it over to Armando, who quickly set it aside and looked at his partner.
"Ev, you know you're safe with me, right? Please trust me...love, I need you to show me where you hurt yourself...every place...this could be bad." Everett looked at Armando, wiping tears from his eyes and taking his shirt off carefully, letting out a little yelp as he raised his arms. He placed his arms at his sides. Up and down his arms was gauze, the right side much messier than the left. On his sides were small cuts, the area very red.
"I...I don't know why I did this...I guess I just...thought it made me feel good...I guess I didn't think...Armando they hurt a lot..I saw white in the cuts..."
"I need you to go come to the bathroom with me and show me...knowing you, I don't think you know how to clean them properly." Armando took Everett by the hand and took him to the bathroom, gently taking the gauze off his arms.
