To Keep From Getting Burned (Sitkolson Sequel)

12| Rumor Has it.

(A/N: Thank you so much for the one thousand reads! I hope this story continues to grow and get more reads... maybe there will be a third book in this sitkolson series... a threequel? is that what it's called?........ Okay, enough talking, let's see what happens to Josh... or not....)

Music: Miles Away (by Memphis May Fire)

*josh's POV*

After doses and doses of medication and multiple blankets piled on top of me, I finally felt normal. Well, as normal as i could feel right now. I eventually stopped vomiting blood, but every once in a while blood would come up when i coughed.

And of course Ryan Ashley stayed by my side throughout the whole experience, no matter how much i'd beg her to go home and get sleep because it was nearly impossible to find sleep in this place. What should have been silence, was filled with beeping and nurses discussing patients. Time was warped in the hospital, it felt like you were sitting in a timeless state that was filled with boredom and needles. And I've only been in here for about a day. They still haven't told me what is wrong, they only said that I've had this since i was a baby, but it acts up on rare occasions.

Boredom. Constant Boredom. If i sat here any longer my brain would melt to nothing and i would become a vegetable. Ryan Ashley downloaded a digital piano app on her phone for me to play, but you could only play on it for so long before you were thinking of different ways to throw it out the fucking window. "The Doctor says you can walk around if you want." Ryan Ashley said hopefully, taking the phone away from her before i broke it. She gave me a sad smile when i only glared. Why would i want to walk around this miserable hospital only to be reminded that i was sick? "You can visit Ricky before he is sent home." She said, as though she read my mind.

Instantly perking up, i held onto the IV stand for support as i waddled behind Ryan Ashley out the door. "What happened to him anyways?" My voice was unnaturally weak along with my weakened body that was just barely able to hold itself up. Not to mention my extremely pale, yellow-tinted skin. I didn't hear her answer, so i figured she didn't hear me... or she was ignoring me. So, i asked again. Knowing she heard me this time, she still didn't answer me. She played with her hands uncomfortably before instruct me to turn at the next hallway. 'Suicide Watch' the sign had read. "Suicide Watch? What happened to him." I felt my heart thud faster in my chest.

But before she could answer though, i heard the guys calling to me. "BALZ!" I was almost tackled by Chris and Ryan. I saw that Ghost was finally talking to Ricky again, as they sat on his hospital bed. His room was almost like mine, except it's walls were bare, there were no nightstands, and there were no locks whatsoever. "What happened with you? One day you were missing in action, and the next moment you were being hospitalized."

"I don't even know, they won't tell me because i don't think they know exactly what it is yet." I shrugged, regaining my balance on the stand. "What happened with him?" I tried to keep my smile on my face as i wandered into the room further, sitting on the bed next to Ricky. His arms were wrapped in gauze and i didn't even need him to explain. I knew exactly what he had done and a mixture of anger and sadness overwhelmed me. "What the hell did you do?" I grabbed his wrists, more forcefully than i intended, causing him to flinch away from me. Tears burst through his eyelids as he started to sniffle and whimper with cries. "I'm sorry i didn't mean it like that." I sighed, deciding that i wasn't mad at him, i was more mad at myself than anything. Angry that i couldn't control anything anymore.

"C'mon, don't make him cry... He's going home today." Ryan interjected, a smile playing on his lips.

"Lucky you." I joked slightly, still partially depressed that i had to be here. Not that i should really be complaining, Ricky has been here for longer than a week. My stay seems irrelevant to his.

"Lucky you too... Your doctor said he's sending you home today too, since your medicine seems to be making you more stable. As long as you keep taking the medication, you don;t have to stay here, and hopefully you won't have another 'incident'." Ryan informed me. Yeah, now that's the type of news i like to hear. "Now, get in the two of you... i want to take a picture of the two hospital buddies." He held his phone up, waiting for the two of us to get in place. Ricky groaned but i forced him to get in the picture.

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After we all were finally able to sign out of the hospital, we decided to go for some ice cream because Ricky and I were tired of hospital food. The ice cream parlour wasn't very crowded so we just walked right up to the counter. We all ordered different flavours of ice cream, but i just settled for plain chocolate because i wasn't feeling very fancy.

Eventually settling down at a shiny metal table with stools made of old polished wood, we began eating. "Excuse me, can i have your autograph?" A girl looking to be about seventeen came up to her from the table she sat at with a bunch of her friends. The girl wore a classic black, white, and red motionless in white shirt, along with black ripped skinnies, and combat boots that were laced up to her knees, maybe even above. She blushed nervously as Chris took the notebook from her with a smile. We passed it around the table, each putting our signatures in it with a sharpie. But when it came to me, her friends started glaring at me. One of them even came up to us, scoffing as she snatched the book out of my hands.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I stood up, anger thriving and writhing in me. The bitch turned her nose up at me, looking disgusted.

"Looking out for my friend...." She gave the notebook back to the girl who was frowning, but not saying anything. After i gave her a 'what the fuck?' kind of look, she decided to explain. "Rumor has it that you have AIDS."

"Where the fuck did that come from?" Ghost snorted sarcastically at the girl. "Now you're just making up bullshit."

"Nuh uh. It's all over instagram that you have AIDS, and i don't want you to pass it on to her." She folded her arms over her chest, and jut out her hips.

"Okay, One, you can't fucking pass AIDS to someone through touch, it's the twenty first century, get your facts straight. And two, i don't have fucking AIDS in the first place." I couldn't stop the fury that was building up inside me, so i decided to leave before i got arrested for beating the shit out of an annoying teenager.

"Whatever, i'm out of here."

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