Treat You Right (Troyler AU)

Chapter 18

I wiped my forehead with the towel, ridding of the last few droplets of water. Looking up in the mirror, I saw my reflection in the cracked glass for this first time in months. My skin was a sickly pale that contrasted dramatically with my pink lips and blue eyes. Water ran down my chest, lingering in the deep crooks of my collarbone, which was popped out more than usual. Hickeys coated my neck, the raw skin still throbbing from Connor's bite.

"I look like a skeleton." I whispered inaudibly, bringing a hand to my collarbones, feeling their structure. You could see my ribcage near my abdomen, poking out obviously from my flat stomach. My legs somehow supported my weight, thankfully not snapping as they resembled twigs. Connor walked beside me, leaving a hand lingering on my hip bone. He placed his other hand on my neck, tracing the marks he left.

"I didn't know I made so many...sorry babe." I stared into the mirror, ignoring Connor's comments. He noticed my solemn look and stood in front of the mirror. Tears began to well up in my eyes. "Baby what's wrong?"

"I look like a twig Connor." I repeated wrapping my arms around my chest.

"No you don't Troye don't say that." Connor reassured, walking closer to me ad pulling a shirt over his bare chest.

"Why didn't you tell me I looked like this?" I motioned to my shaking body, tears pouring out of my eyes.

"Because you DON'T look like a skeleton! You are a work of art Troye Sivan. All the bones I can see..." He poked my hips, chest, and collarbones. "Make you look like a sculpture.

"A sculpture of human anatomy."

"A sculpture of a Greek god."

"Not true."

"Troye everyone thinks they're not perfect, it's normal." He wiped my cheeks with his index finger. "But you see, in my eyes, you are so fucking beautiful ok? That's all that matters." I smiled, bumping noses with Connor. Chuckling, I kissed his lips, and spoke up again.

"I cry a lot sorry." Connor kissed my cheek and said it was okay, which sounded pretty reassuring. "Did you know the kids at school used to call me crybaby?"

"Really? That's terrible."

"Nah, I didn't care much for it." I giggled again, wiping a stray hair off my forehead.

"They called him crybaby, crybaby but Troye doesn't fucking care!" Connor sang in a light voice. I smiled and pulled my clothes on, aka the gown, and both of us left the steamy room. The change from hot to cold stung my body, but I soon adjusted, grabbing Connor's hand and strolling down the hallway.

"NO NO NO NO NO TYLER WAIT." A male voice wailed through the hallways. The goose bumps I had seconds before reappeared. Connor looked over at me and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Tyler as in Oakley?" I questioned, letting go of Connor's hand and walking faster towards the voice.

"DON'T YOU LEAVE ME TYLER."A woman's voice cried. I sped up my pace, turning down one of the many hallways in the direction of room 246. The sound of shuffling feet and wheels rolling came closer to me until I turned another corner and rammed straight into the stretcher. In the bed was a pale Tyler Oakley, with no life signs showing. Doctors wheeled past me and used the resuscitators to shock his heart. A woman followed quickly afterwards, which I classified to be his mom. My heart sped up and water from my damp hair dripped down and off my nose.

"Mrs. Oakley?" I questioned, grabbing her arm. She turned towards me, her eyes showing pure panic. "What's happened to Tyler?"

"He's flat lined for the second time." She choked, grabbing my hand and leading me with her, Connor followed after us, walking slower.

"What's causing this?" I spoke, my voice shaking and my. Mrs. Oakley squeezed my hand.

"Some organ ruptured and spilled toxins inside him. The god damn doctors didn't see it before." She yelled, pulling me along in the direction of Tyler's stretcher.