Broken Mate (MM) (COMPLETE)

Chapter Five

Knox Briggs

I'm covered in his blood. It was everywhere. It is all over me. I followed him home from our meet up.. And when I heard the crash I ran into his house.

I walked in, seeing him on his knees. Blood poured from his arms and hands. I don't even know if he knows all the damage he did. They were so deep. So fucking deep. I tried to put pressure on it, but his wolf isn't healing fast enough.

They're giving him blood now, and stitches. I'm pacing in the waiting room, His dad, Zeke is crying into Peyton's shoulder, Peyton- his other dad- is rocking him murmuring words to him. Trying to calm him down. He lost it when he saw his son on the floor crying and bleeding out. He hasn't said anything coherent since we left their house.

The doctor comes in, and he gives us a fake smile. "We gave him blood" his parents are up, and over by me in a second. "We did stitches, and his wolf is healing. If he didn't have one, he'd be gone.." his eyes flick over us all. "We suggest sending him to our mental health building. Admitting him. He has to stay here for 72 hours for suicidal watch. I dont think this was an accident. They were deep." The doctor's voice was gentle.

"Yes, of course." Peyton asks, but the doctor's eyes cut to me. Then back to Peyton.

"Actually, sense he's not conscious, and in the right mind to make decisions, it's up to his mate" his eyes cut back over to me. "Do you want him admitted?"

Fuck, i cant help him. "Yeah- yes. Yes he needs admitted. But we aren't mated yet, so please leave the choices up to them. They know him best" my heart breaks.

"Of course. I'll get the paperwork'' he nods and turns away. Then Zeke's body is being thrown into mine. His arms are around my neck, and he's holding onto me so tight i finally fucking loose it.

Tears stream down my face, and my arms wrap around his small body. "He's going to be okay" Zeke murmurs, pulling away after- what it feels like ages- and I nod. He wipes away my tears, and Peyton claps me on the shoulders.

"You're a little old for our baby" he mumbles, humor barely in his voice.

"28" my voice croaks

"Definately too old for our baby" Zeke murmurs, glancing at my outfit.

"But you were there" Peytons voice is soft, fragile. "I need to go clean up the bathroom before my other kids go, or before we go home" his voice is just loud enough for me, Zeke walking over and sitting down.

I nod "I'll keep an eye on them" my throat tightens.

"I'll bring back some clothes" Peyton gives me a small smile, that's forced. He walks to his mate, murmuring to him and kissing him. Then he's gone, and I'm making my way to Zeke. I sit beside him, and he scoops my hand holding it.

"He's strong, he's strong. He always pulls through" my head snaps to his, my brows shooting to my hairline.

"Third time" Zeke's voice croaks, and he clears it. "The first time was pills, the second was the same as this one" his eyes are glossed over. "It wasn't as bad as this one though. This was worse" his blue eyes meet mine. "He has severe bipolar depression" he glances at our hands, squeezing mine. "This won't be the last time, honey."

I know what he's saying. He is preparing me, because this won't be easy. But I knew that, I didn't know he tried to take his life two other times, but I did know it wasn't going to be easy. "I will do my best to make sure this is the last time, and if it's not, i'll be by his side the next one too" my voice is as broken as i feel.

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Peyton came back with clothes as promised, Zeke and I changed, and I washed the blood from my arms, hands and face. Once they finished up with Xan, we were able to go in and see him. Branson and Layla are on their way, and Alexander is still asleep.