DANNYS POV:
I yawned as I woke up from my nap. I looked over to the side of the bed where, Thomas, my boyfriend of a year and a half, usually slept. He wasn't there..had he woken up before me? Obviously. I glance over at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 6:32 pm. Now I probably won't be able to sleep tonight. Now to find Thomas. I slowly got up and looked in the livingroom. Not there. Kitchen. nope. He must be in the bathroom. I shrug and go back to the bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed but as I do I hear a thud..what was that? The wall shook a little as I heard it. I hear a faint sob before Thomas walks into the bedroom, tears on his face. At first I didn't know why. But then I glanced down and saw his blood stained wrists. Cuts..I saw cuts..lots of them. "I'm so s-so sorry.." He whispers. I get up and walk over to him, taking him back to the bathroom. He cries harder as I sit him on the closed lid of the toilet. I hate this. I hate that he hurts himself, that he takes a blade to his skin. I wish he wouldn't. He was clean for a while but he just relapsed. Why? Was he sad and I just didn't know? I crouch in front of him and look into his grey eyes. For a moment i forget about the whole situation because I feel like he can read my mind. His eyes are gorgeous. The most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. I shake my head softly and gently take his hand, extending his arm so I can examine the fresh cuts. Some of them were still bleeding a bit. "it's okay baby boy" I say as softly as I can but loud enough for him to hear me. I find a washcloth and wet it in the sink. He looks at me wearily. I know what he's thinking. "It's gonna hurt.." I say "but you'll be okay." I crouch in front of him and take his arm once again. I softly dab the damp cloth on one of the deeper cuts, hoping I don't hurt him too much. He flinches a little and closes his eyes. "it's okay. Just breathe." I tell him. I dab at some more cuts until they have completely stopped bleeding. Thomas seems to be coping well but he's so tense. "I'm done cleaning the cuts but I still have to clean the blood off your skin". He nods and looks at me. I wipe away the blood and throw the cloth away. I look through the cabinet to find some wrap. I find it and wrap it firmly around the effected area. I look into his eyes again. He looks so hurt. I stand him up and hold his hand. "I'm so sorry..I didn't want to..I..I'm sorry please don't be ma-" he started. I cut him off as I softly pressed my lips to his and kissed him. He kisses back. I kissed him a few more times. "You're not in trouble. It's okay. Relapse happens I understand. Just keep trying to stay clean." He nods. I lead him back to the bedroom and he lays in bed. I lay next to him, wrapping my arms around his thin body. He nuzzles his face in my neck and sniffles. I held him, rubbing his back and playing with his hair until he relaxed completely. By then he was asleep. "I love you so much. I don't ever want you to hurt yourself again. You're too good for that. You don't deserve it." I whisper to him as he sleeps. I close my eyes and before I know it I'm asleep too.
