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Day 15.

15.03.2022 tuesday

"Okay Chay, pack your stuff." Porsche said as he came back into the hospitalroom.

"The doctor said your results were fine so..You're good to go."

Chay didn't even answered.

He just got up and began to pack.

"Hey uhm.. How are you ?"

"Why do you ask ?"

"Because.."

"P' stop that. Please. I know what you're thinking. Yes I know that I need help but the way you're acting right now is the reason why I wouldn't have told you."

Porsche was taken aback.

"What ? I'm just worried!"

"I know but I hate the way you're looking at me since yesterday."

"The way I look at you ? How am I-"

"You're staring me down like I'm some sick idiot."

"Chay.. I'm not."

"Yes you are."

Porsche just looked at his brother, too tired to discuss this any further.

"Here, Kinn brought you fresh clothes. Go change, so we can go."

With the new stuff in his hands, Chay went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Normally he would change in front of his brother, but since he started selfharming, he was ashamed of his body.

The old ones healed slowly, but this morning he just got rid of the fresh bandage and added new wounds.

Porsche stayed the whole night and Chay was sure that Porsche thought that had protected his little brother from further scars.

Chay didn't want to rob his brother of that belief.

He knew he needed help.

The youngest never thought that he would miss or even need this feeling. He just wanted to try it, see if it would make him feel better. Instead, he has slipped into an unexpected addiction.

"Chay ?"

"Coming." He answered and left the bathroom.

"Come on, let's go home." His big brother said and both left the hospital.

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"Macau ? Can I come in ?"

"Yes."

Vegas opened the door and was greeted with nothing but darkness.

Macau was still in bed and Vegas was worried about his little brother.

"Hey.. How are you ?" The older asked in s sweet tone, as he sat down next to Macau on the youngers bed.

"I'm okay I guess."

"I understand."

Macau was still facing the wall.
He was too tired to turn around and have a proper conversation, but Vegas wouldn't be Vegas if he would give up like that.

"You know, Porsche is on his way back here with Chay."

"Chay could leave the hospital?"

"Yes. He's fine. He was just dehydrated and the bloodloss was too much for his body to handle. He's okay now."

Macau felt a bit better.

The pressure and the fear suddenly subsided and he finally felt like he could breathe again.