NorRay-emo loser-

Norman's pov

I was a bit in shock. Everything was moving very fast, and I was really worried for Ray. I'd never met his mother before, but she looked really hurt. She had said Ray's name, but fallen asleep immediately after, and the doctors said not to wake her. I sat next to Ray, trying to comfort him without words. I had no idea what to say, so I put my arm around his shoulder, and he let his head rest on my mine. 

After nearly an hour of this, Isabella stirred, and turned her head to face us, "Ray . . . Are you still there?"

It seemed like her eyes must have swelled shut, so she was blinded.

"Yes, mother," Ray replied shakily. He grabbed my hand.

"Good," she said, her voice soft and raspy still. "I don't think I'm going to make it much longer, Ray."

"Goodbye, mother," Ray said, his voice breaking.

"Goodbye, Ray," murmured Isabella. Then, the heart monitor thingy(idk what it's called) stopped moving up and down, and she breathed out and not back in.

Ray started breathing in and out sharply. I was worried about the noise until I realized that he was crying. He hid his face in my shoulder, and I held him until a doctor came in and politely asked us to leave, as 'visitors are not allowed past 9:00pm'. I walked Ray out of the hospital in silence, holding his hand.

I only spoke once we were in the car, "I'm so sorry Ray."

He looked at me, his face shiny from tears and said, "I'll-I'll be alright. I wasn't r-really that close with her anyway. " He stuttered trying to get out the words.

"Ray-"

"No, really. M-my father took care of me when I was little until he died too," his voice got a bit steadier, but he was still quiet. "And mother worked a lot, so ..."

"It's still got to feel shitty," I responded.

"Well yeah."

"Do you want to stay over at mine? I don't want to leave you alone to deal with this."

"Ok," Ray said, seemingly unable to manage a longer sentence.

I drove home, Ray taking deep breath all the way. Shit. My parents have no clue where I am. I was meant to be home, like, several hours ago. Oh well, this was obviously more important anyways. 

When we pulled into my driveway, I told him, "My parents don't know anything, so I'll have to tell them, but don't feel pressured to talk, ok?"

"Yeah."

I opened the door with my key, walked in with Ray, and called, "I'm home."

My mother ran over immediately, "Norman! Where have you been? And who's this?"

"This is my friend Ray. His mother just passed due to a car wreck, so I drove him to the hospital. He doesn't have anyone else at home, so I was thinking he could stay here tonight?"

Her face fell, "Oh, I'm so sorry hon," she said to Ray. "Of course you can stay here."

Ray nodded, even quieter than before, "Thanks."

"Goodnight, Mum," I said.

"Goodnight boys."

I led Ray to my room. It was very clean, lots of books and some posters.

Then, I realized, "Er, I don't have another bed or anything, but I could just sleep on the floor?"

"We could just share, if it's okay with you."

"Oh right," that hadn't crossed my mind, "sure."

After lying down, I tried very hard to go to bed. The bed was quite small, though, only meant for one. I just need to focus on not-

"AEWOUGHHH"

-falling off.  Ray didn't say anything. I suppose he's asleep. I'll just stay on the floor. My floor had a carpet, so it wasn't ideal, but not too uncomfortable. I fell asleep quickly.

When I woke again, it was still dark. I opened my eyes, but didn't move. 2:24am, weird, why am I awake? I thought, reading my clock. Then I heard a little noise. Sharp breathing. A whimper-like sound. Fuck, is that Ray? I glanced at the bed. He had his head in his hands and knees to his chest, rocking back and forth.

"Ray?" I whispered.

"Mhmm" He didn't look up.

I stood and sat on the bed, wrapping my arms around him, "It's gonna be okay, alright?"

"No . . ." He shivered.

"What do you mean?" I asked. I know he's got to be torn up about his mother, but wouldn't the future be alright?

"Norman, I don't have a legal guardian anymore. I'll have to go into foster care, or something like that. Away from you."

Author's Note: I love these mentally unstable gays. But I love cheese mode. These authors notes are getting a bit quirky, but womp women. BYE BYE.