Forever Yours (MM)(COMPLETE)

Chapter Twenty Four

Ethan

I told Connor all about the psychotic episodes, the black out, and the mental breakdown they think he experienced. He stayed in bed the rest of the day after that. I expected him to stay in bed for a couple days, honestly. But two days later he sent the kids to school or daycare, and got showered and ready by the time I woke up.

I showered, and had some coffee, and Connor is packing a bag up. My brows furrow, and I finally break our silence. "What are you doing?"

"Your dad said you had a busy day, so he's gonna take me for some errands. I need to save up for a car too" he says, shoving some snacks into his bag. Then his medicines. They have him pretty heavily dosed.

"Where are you going?"

"To get into my therapist and figure out the next steps. To see what I need to do to get better. So I can get better and be a father. A proper mate. A proper being" he nods, but his eyes are teary.

"Let me take you, Pretty Boy," I murmured, stepping into his space. He shakes his head, and holds his chin high.

"No. I'm doing this alone. I'm also getting a human driving license and going to be picking up some hours in the hospital. I need to save up for a car, and bring something to this relationship. I will do better. I want better, E. I'm gonna get better" Connor murmurs, nodding his head.

—

It feels like my heart has been ripped from my chest, and smeared against the wall.

Connor tried to take his life last night. And this time, they were able to identify psychosis.

The last anyone knew Connor was going to the therapist office. Well he did, and when he was in there with Linda when he went into psychosis. She said he lost it, and started crying and screaming. She said he smashed her glass table and stabbed himself. She also doesn't think he is trying to take his life, per say. She thinks something is convincing him to harm himself, but not in the original way we thought.

Ana has been dying to spend time with Connor, and Zach has been worried. I feel bad they're going through all this, but they weirdly get it? They're a lot wiser than I thought.

Connor is laying in a hospital bed, with a bandage on his neck. His color has come back, he's not as pale and ghostlike.

—

I slept for a span of 40 hours in the hospital. I get up to go to the bathroom, but if Connor isn't up I'm not either.

I feel like a part of me is dying, and I don't know how to stop it. Like I have to sit here and watch it fall apart. I don't eat, and I barely remember to get fluids into me.

—

I got admitted the next day for passing out in the hospital hall. They said I'm malnourished, and dehydrated. So I get floods pumped into my body, and they supply me with hearty meals. I also get watched, to make sure I eat, and all my food. Then I'm allowed to see Connor again.

They won't put us in the same room because I'm not taking my health seriously.

I remember what one of the last things Connor said to me were.

'I want better, E. I'm gonna get better'

"You're on, Pretty Boy" I murmured, before I passed out.

—-

Two weeks of eating properly and my blood tests are coming back better. I'm struggling to drink and eat, but Remi is helping me.

Connor is still sedated and down, and the kids are doing okay. They stayed with my parents for a while, and now I'm ready. I took Zach to school, dropped Ana off at daycare. I visited Connor and now I'm at the clinic getting some work done. A 14 year old boy comes in with red hair and is covered in bruises. He's holding his little brother and flashes of a small Connor and Sarah flood my brain.

I know Connor had a rough childhood, but I don't know what all happened. I know it's affecting him seriously, and I'm going mad. I want my mate to be okay, but more importantly, I want him to know he's never alone. Never again.

Weeks three and four are smooth. I wake up at 5am, get a smoothie then head to the gym until 6. Then I go home, shower, make breakfast and eat with the kids. Then drop everyone off, go visit Connor. I spend the day at the clinic, or doing pack things. My wolf is slowly disconnecting from me, but I'm trying my best here.

I don't know what to do, so on my lunch break I visit Connor. I shift into my wolf and sit there, my head on his lap for over two hours.

—-

"Hi, Ethan" Linda, Connor's therapist greets me as I sit on the couch in her room.

"Hey"

"So we're here to get you set back up with a therapist, and maybe on some meds?"

"Yeah, I just need something. I'm stressed, and anxious a lot. I also think I might have depression? Connor not being concious has really fucked with my head"

"Okay- well whatever the reason, it's a normal human thing to feel depressed or anxious. But getting control of the feeling, and not letting it affect you is most important. I think you're doing exactly what you need to be doing. So let's get you set up" she gives me a smile, and by the end of the hour she has me set up on anti depressants, and anxiety medicine.

I start therapy Friday, and I have medicine waiting for me at the pharmacy by the time I get home.

—-

We're halfway through week five when they wake Connor up. He does a lot better this time, and by day two of being awake he's fully coherent and eating. He won't look or talk to me, but he talks to the doctors.

When we finally get alone time, I sit on the bed beside him. I rub his arm, and when his eyes finally find me, they're so sad, and broken. A piece of me I never knew I'd lose falls apart that day.

Because in these pretty eyes, is a boy who's so utterly broken.

"They want to admit me into a really good psych place. It's four hours away" his voice is a soft whimper. "It's a three month program, and they think i'll need parts one and two, which is a three month then a 4 month program. They want me to go this weekend so i can start everything monday"

His words shatter another piece of myself. It breaks, and crumbles. It hollows me out, and I know then and there I'll never be the same.

He has to go away for 7 months to do a mental health program. He has to be away from me, and our kids.

The toll it'll take on our mating bond is on the top of that list. Because if our bond isn't solid it'll be harder to get better mentally.

"And i made myself Alpha" the words leave me in a harsh whisper. "So I can't even go with you if I wanted to. I can't get up and move" Connor gives me a sad smile.

"Do you still even want this, Ethan?" His words are broken, "I trapped you with two kids to deal with on your own for months. Then I have to leave for 7 more? It's a lot of time apart, and a lot of time being a single father"

"I'll always want you Pretty Boy" I murmured softly, swiping my thumb under his eye. "You're gonna do this program, and come out so much happier" my words are a harsh whisper now. "You're gonna do better, baby. You are gonna get better "I pull his head down, and kiss his forehead.

"You have to promise me you will too" Connor whispers, his eyes roaming my face. "I asked your dad how you're doing. He told me everything" Connor's voice is like silk, and i close my eyes soaking in.. him.

"We will do better then" I promise.

And so does he. 

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Wow. So many time jumps. I wonder what this next part of the book will look like honestly. I am loving they're story. I'm so sad for Ethan though. It's a lot different than Knox and I think having the obsession and kids changes that. 

Thoughts?? 

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