Salvis Oneshots🧍

stains 🩹

tw: attempted suicide, descriptive self-harm

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"Fuck, that hurt-- shit..shit." Sal sobbed to himself, the burning hot water of the bath seeping into his wet clothes. He covered his ears to try and ignore the ringing of his phone. He already had dozens of missed calls and messages, the sounds and vibrations were driving him insane. The water was a tainted pink, blood seeping from a singular cut on Sal's inner forearm. His mood has been all over the place all week, but this particular thursday night was the worst. Nothing had triggered it, he just mindlessly walked in his bathroom, started a bath, and got in fully clothed. It felt like his world fell apart as soon as his toes first touched the water. In his head, the timing was perfect; his dad wasn't home and all his friends were off in the city, even his boyfriend was hanging out with them. Of course, they all thought it was weird that Sal wanted to opt out all of a sudden, but they knew he was having a rough time so they weren't too pushy. Though, as soon as Sal messaged Larry telling him that he loved him, the group felt the same ache in their guts that something was wrong. They were all trying to get ahold of him, but Sal's phone was face down on the tiled floor and the knife was gliding across his pale skin. He was already beginning to go numb, his eyes burning and chest heaving. He was slowly going into shock, or maybe just panic, he didn't know what it was anymore. The cuts he made were too deep to properly bandage, and that fact alone was making him freak out. This was just supposed to be a small relapse, but his brain was telling him to keep going deeper until all the strength left his hands. In some he saw the beige color of fat, blood spilled down his arms as he dropped the knife in the water. He was trembling like a leaf, his mind blank and heart hammering against his ribs. He shakily pushed himself up, stepping out of the tub and trying to make his way to the door, but he only made it a single step before collapsing on the ground. His arms were finally starting to sting, choked sobs erupting from his dried throat as he curled into a ball on the ground. The strength in his arms were beginning to ware away and his conciousness was nearly gone; was he going to die? He didn't want to die, he wanted to live old enough to see himself properly grow up, but maybe he had no choice. Maybe he already cut too deep and he'd bleed out alone in his apartment bathroom with no one to tell him it's okay. He took a long, tired blink before reaching up to grab his phone, blood smeared on the screen from his stained fingertips.

6 Missed Calls From Ashburger
17 Missed Calls From Step Bitch
4 Missed Calls From Bill Nye
24 Missed Calls From Dumb Blonde <33

26 New Messages

3 New Voicemails

A sad smile decorated his chapped and scarred lips, tears beginning to flow down his cheeks once more when reality sunk in. He really could die here. He could never see anyone again, he could never kiss Travis one more time. They had only just gotten together three years ago, it was almost their anniversary for four, and Sal went and fucked it all up. He felt so selfish and guilty, but his eyes were shutting before he could hear the banging on the front door.

"Fuck sake man, move I'll do it!" Larry yelled, shoving Travis out of the way who sent a glare his way. The brunette tried to slam his body against the door to break it open, but it didn't budge; damn Lisa for replacing the outdated hinges. Speaking of, Lisa came around the corner with a seemingly annoyed expression on her face before seeing all the panicked people in front of the apartment door. Before she could ask what was wrong, Larry shouted for her to toss him the skull key, to which she hesitantly obliged. She hurried over once her son threw open the door, the group dispersing to cover the apartment.
After calling out Sal's name, peeking in his room, and Todd concluding that maybe he's fine and he went for a walk, the one person that said nothing was Travis. He was standing in the bathroom's doorway, his body still and back turned to everyone. Ash slowly walked up behind him, setting a hand on his shoulder before peeking over and letting out a scream. This made everyone rush over, curses and shouts echoing the room as everyone saw the scene. Travis couldn't move, his eyes stayed wide and his hands trembled. He subconciously fell to his knees, bringing Sal's limp body into his arms before letting out a choked sob. He could barely hear the others as they surrounded him and Lisa nearly gagging on the phone with emergency services. Travis stared down at Sal's face, his skin was so pale and his arms were so red; everything was so red.

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"I promise he'll be fine, I know he will, it's Sal." Ash reassured, rubbing Larry's back as the other sat with his face in his hands. Todd was their coffee boy, sent across the hospital just to grab them coffee so they'd survive the night. Travis on the other hand couldn't stop pacing during those countless hours of agonizing wait. Nobody's been able to get him to stop, nor get a word out of him since they left the apartment, so they collectively decided to leave him be to process. The blonde felt like he was slowly being deprived of air each time he paced, his one hand around his waist while the other stayed by his lips to make sure he didn't vomit at the thought of blood. It was hard to avoid since his shirt was stained from Sal's blood, but he didn't want to wash it off. If this really is the end, he wanted to have some part of him left to hold at night, even if it's his blood. His steps abruptly stopped as he made eye contact with a doctor, his heart nearly sinking to his stomach as he made his way over. After confirming that they were all here for Sal, the doctor gave a soft smile before speaking.

"He'll be fine, he lost a fair amount of blood but he'll just be dizzy for a while. He's going to be staying for the night and will be talking to the psychiatrist in the morning just to decide if he needs to stay for the psychiatric program for a few days. We just want to make sure he'll be safe before he goes home, and we need to make arangements with his current therapist." He explained, the three giving a visible sense of relief. Travis dropped himself in one of the chairs, his hands in his hair as he felt his heart pound.
He couldn't help but imagine if it was different, if the doctor said he was dead. He's never seen this happen to anyone, of course he knew that Sal had some issues, but he never knew it was this bad. He's seen his scars before and he knew that him harming himself wasn't new, but seeing him like that made his mind blank out. The doctor explained that he can allow the three in, but suggested that maybe one at a time would be less overwhelming for Sal. Travis seemed to perk up at that, his attention looking at the two who were also looking over at him. It was like a silent agreement that Larry should go first since he was his brother, but Larry shook his head.

"I think it would be easier on Travis to see that he's really okay, he's the one that found him." He remarked, and the gesture made Travis' heart ache. Larry has always been so persistant on protecting Sal and not letting Travis too close, so seeing this vunerability made Travis give a sad smile and nod of graditude. He followed the doctor to Sal's room, hesitantly going in once he got approval. Sal sat in the bed in silence, spacing out at the ceiling with a tired expression on his face. Travis slowly walked in, carefully shutting the door behind him before making his way to sit in the chair beside Sal's bed. The blue-haired man didn't look at his boyfriend, he couldn't, he was too ashamed. He was told that he was lucky to have friends like his, so he could only conclude that they were the ones who found him. What would they say to him? Were they all mad? Would Travis think he's too much and want to leave? The clammy hand on his brought him out of his train of thought, his attention finally turning to Travis. He was slumpt over on the bed, his face stuffed in the sheets as he just sat in silence. He couldn't bring himself to cry, he didn't want to cause Sal any stress when he was already healing.

"I'm sorry, Travis, I'm really sorry." Sal apologized, his voice shaky and lips curled into a frown. It took Travis a minute to look up, but when he did, he gave an awkward smile and a shrug.

"It's okay, Sally, don't worry. Stop saying sorry, you don't need to be." Travis reasurred as he caressed Sal's hand with his thumb, his eyes traveling down to the heavy-duty bandages around his wrists. It broke his heart to see this, but he knew it was something out of his control so he could only support from afar.

"The others are here to see you too. The doctor said you're staying till tomorrow to talk to the psychiatrist and stuff." Travis explained, smiling at Sal nodding since he obviously already had the whole run down said to him already. He did seem to smile at the mention of the others being there though, his eyes looking over at the door expectantly.

"I'll go get them, is that okay? They're dying to see you, I'll make sure to tell Ash to not punch you." The blonde remarked sarcastically, bringing Sal's hand on to press a gentle kiss to it. Over the time of them dating he's slowly been more and more comfortable with showing his affection, but the most he could properly do in a public place was still a kiss on the hand or cheek and maybe link pinkies. He stood up and started walking to the door, looking back at his lover for a minute.

"I love you, Sal. This doesn't change anything." He reassured, a faint blush dusting his cheeks from his own embarrasing words.

"I love you too, Travis."