The Gravestone Fic

chapter two

Tyler looked up, his gaze turning towards to the door. A small smile crossed his lips when he noticed the man standing in the door way, a face he knew too well. A face that he knew never failed to make him smile. A man with beautiful crimson red hair, mocha coloured eyes and sweet lips. He was the definition of someone beautiful, at least to Tyler.

"How you feeling? I can't imagine being brought here has been the best of experiences." Josh stated, sitting down on the small, ragged arm chair. It was old, tattered and it was simple plastic that looked like it would break at any moment yet Josh didn't seem phased by that and sat on it anyways. Tyler wasn't a kid, why the fuck was such a shitty chair like that in a supposed adults room?

"Oh its great, i feel so welcomed." Tyler said, his tone dripping with unhinged sarcasm to which Josh stifled a laugh at. It was funny almost, but since he knew that Tyler was sarcastic, it wouldn't slip past him so easy. 

"Ha, ha. Jokes and sarcasm aside, how is it really?"

Tyler didn't know how to respond, looking down at the floor, his smile turning to an immediate frown. How was he feeling, what was his thoughts? The best way to describe it... 

Tyler thought for a moment, speaking, but rather than it forming of a sentence, it was like a monologue or a song lyric he'd thought of from the top of his head. "Keep your wits about you while you got 'em, 'cause your wits are the first to go when you're problem solving. And my problem? They glorify those, even more when they..." He stopped. He didn't finish his sentence, keeping quiet. Keeping silent after it.

Josh blinked. He didn't know how to respond to such a remark. Usually, he had something prepared and something in mind for these things but what tyler said just completely caught him off guard. He opened his mouth to speak, bu no words left his lips. He was too stunned. He did however, reach out and take the hand of the boy in front of him, his coffee like eyes bright.

Tyler felt more calm, the grip on his hand tightening as he watched the male stand. Was that it? Was Josh leaving already? Tyler stood up and watched as he headed to the door and left without another word like he was never there to begin with.

The thoughts came rushing- the anger, the sadness, the illusions and the hallucinations coming in flooding. The mental side of things running rampant as it began to get harder to breath. Tyler collapsed to the ground, onto his knees. The feeling began to tighten in his chest, burning sensations filling it- filling his throat, like hot liquid pouring down. his body felt cold and before his head has even wrapped around the problem, he was surrounded by nurses and doctors trying to find out what had happened. 

The last thing that Tyler remembered was the needle, a fear he'd always had. The needle piercing his skin to knock him out- to sedate him. One final word left his lips before he fell under the cold embrace of being unconscious.

"Josh..."