Surviving life .

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

- Jake POV -

I stood there with blood stained hands as Alex panicked and backed away from me. No wonder. I did this to him. I just watched, too shocked to do anything. All of a sudden I can hear him sob and hyperventilate. And then he just fell to the ground. Trying to calm down and his wounds drip and stain the floor. Even through his shirt and hoodie. Hugging his legs and crying silently. I thought he was crying because he felt like he was suffocating?. Am still standing there like a wall. I didn't even winch I was just trying to process everything. His bruises that weren't made by me and those cuts, the scars, his self harming. How beautiful his eyes are.

I was panicking. After seeing his light blue almost gray eyes turn black and he just closed his lids. And sat on the ground like a corpse. Hugging his legs as he tried to calm down but soon let his arms fall to the ground and he lost consciousness. While I just stood there too shocked and out of it. I couldn't do anything. But I soon snapped out of it like someone poured ice cold water on me.

I crouched down and tried to lift his fragile body. He was barely breathing and I was freaking out. I held him tight but not too tight, I was scared that I might break him. I have broken him but why do I feel like I have to protect him now? Am his bully, I did this to him. It's my fault. I almost killed him. I pushed those thoughts aside and ran for my car. I open the passage seat and lay him there gently. Then leap into the driver seat and for the first time I'm thankful that I have a sport car. I race to the hospital.

I was driving like a maniac. I usually drive slow but this time I was scared that Alex might bleed to death. I might lose him. I parked my car and screamed for help. I was holding him and I ran to the ER. Some doctors took him from me and lay him on a stretcher and nurses strolling him away while a nurse his telling me to stay where i am.

It's almost 2pm now. Am still in the ER. I see doctors yelling and shouting as they take patients and take care on them.

The nurses hate me now. I have been asking about Alex for the past God knows how many hours, It feels like ages. I put my head in my palms then I notice the dried blood. I didn't even wash up, my clothes are blood stained and my hands are crimson red.

I walk to the bathroom. And just look at my face. And I crouch down and break down. I can't control it. I have been holding it for so long. Am scared and freaking out.

I've been in the bathroom for almost 20 minutes. I stand up, not looking at my face. I wash up and dry my face then walk out of the bathroom. Hoping they would allow me to see Alex now.

I walk up to the nurse that strolled Alex's stretcher away when I first got here. And I ask her if it's okay to see him. She did tell me no but since she knew how scared and worried I am she let me in.

Alex was pale. His arms are bandaged and wrapped. Connected to an IV drip.
(A/N: Alex had chest surgery a year and half back. So he is completely flat but he still uses his binder because he is insecure )
he is connected to a heart moniter and has bandages wrapped around his chest. He is sleeping so peacefully yet he looks dead. The only thing that proved he's alive is that annoying beeping sound. As annoying as it is, am grateful that it's making noises.

I stood far away from him. Afraid that if he woke up and saw me he would freak out. After a minute or two I walk out to find a doctor. I wanted to know what's happening and what's wrong. I needed to know.

I found the doctor that is in charge. "hey doc. Can I ask you what's going on with Alex?" I asked. He looked confused. I said "the guy that has short black hair and blue kinda gray eyes, you know the one that has cuts all other his arms" I tried to explain. And when I said the last sentence he seemed to light up. So he knew Alex. And the doctor told me "Alex is stable now. He needs to see a therapist but seeing as he has one we won't report him because he is recovering. He does have three broken ribs. Two on his right side and one on the left side. We stitched his cuts and stopped the bleeding. Apart from that he should be fine. But we will keep him here for a few days until he is stable enough. Also I talked to his therapist and he should get more anti-depressants since he now has a sever case of depression."