Brad was at home, sitting in his bedroom quietly. His mind was buzzing due to the uncommon silence. The brunette was usually listening to music or his phone was blowing up. But after his decision to just keep his phone off he found he liked it on much better compared to the deadly silence. He had an odd feeling in his stomach as he turned onto his side, pulling his pillow over his head. All he could think about was Connor. He had looked pretty bad the past little while and Brad was extremely worried about him.
Going with the decision to turn his phone back on he scanned through the notifications his eyes falling on a text he revived about 45 minutes ago from Connor saying. 'I love you with all my heart to the ends of the earth and until death, goodbye.' He stares at his screen, the feeling in his stomach started to grow as he read it over and over again. Eventually something clicked in his mind and shoves his phone into his pocket and grabs his keys off his night stand running down the stairs thrusting open the front door after throwing on a pair of shoes.
Brads mind went from a slight buzz to an explosive volcano of thought as he plunged the key into the ignition of his car and pounded on the gas pedal. He pulled out of the drive way heading straight for Connors house. oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god.
The drive to Connors house was way to long for Brad but eventually he pulled up next to the boys house and jumped out of the car. The door to Cons house was slightly open and Brad had to push it the rest of the way open causing it to crash against the wall loudly. "Connor!" Brad calls into the house, noticing the bathroom door open from up the stair. immediately he runs in calling the boys name once again. "Connor!"
When he reaches the door Connors head was turned towards him, but his vision was blurring and he just stares. Brad noticed his wrists and all the blood on the bathroom floor his mouth falling open in shock. "Connor, Connor, oh my god... Connor wake up!" (A/N your sleeping heart)
"Brad...?" His voice was weak and he closes his eyes for a long second and opening them again in attempt to fix his vision. But it was just as blurred as before and Brads calls seemed to fad as well, until he feels himself being picked up. "Please, p-please don't take me to the hospital again."
Brad carried Connor to the top of the stairway. He glanced towards the now completely open front door and Connors bedroom. "Connor I..." he tries to speak turning towards the stairs to start his decent.
"Please." Connors voice was nearly inaudible. Wanting to rid himself of one extra hospital trip he pushed past Connors bedroom door and lay him across his bed. "Bradley I'm s-sorry." Con had closed his eyes, forearms now bleeding onto the bed.
"No, no don't say that. It's not you." Brad was pacing the room. He remembered taking a first aid class a couple years back. His mother had made him, though he was very reluctant. Now he wished desperately to have paid more attention during the first aid corse. He racked his brain for any memory of what to do when dealing with bleeding.
"I'll be back in two seconds," Brad said to the now non responsive Connor. He ran downstairs and into the kitchen searching through drawers and cupboards in attempt to find something that would jog his memory.
He then pulled open a draw filled with dish clothes. Red! Rest and reassurance, elevation and... He thought for a moment, remembering the D in the red acronym. Direct pressure! He grabbed a handful of dish cloths from the draw and ran back up the stairs without hesitation.
Connor was in the same position Brad had left him in. Eyes closed, lying on his back with his arms and legs spread across the bed. "Brad?" He muttered, seconds from loosing consciousness.
"It's okay. Everything is going to be okay! I promise." Brad put on the best calm face he could. He made sure Connors forearms where facing up before wrapping the cloths tightly around his bleeding wrists. He heard the smaller boy whimper slightly as he began to apply pressure on his wounds.
"I know I know I'm sorry. I need to though, otherwise," He paused, thinking against telling Connor he would die if he didn't . "Otherwise it will take much longer to stop the bleeding." He chose his words carefully as he placed himself tentatively at the end on the bed.
For awhile it was silent accept the sound of Connors heavy breathing. Brad watched the rise and fall of his chest as he kept his position to maintain the pressure. He could feel the pale boys muscle tension go down over time. He was either passing out from blood loss or falling asleep but Brad couldn't tell.
Silent tears started to roll down Brads face as he studied Connors. Questions started to rise in his head. He felt extremely alone despite the unconscious boot next to him. He took one of his hands away from Connors forearms for two seconds to dial James' number before pressing speaker phone and returning his hand to its spot.
Around two rings in James answers, greeting Brad with a chirpy tone. "Hello, what's up Brad?" The tears ran faster down Brads face and he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. "Brad?" James spoke again.
"I'm at Connors. It's not good not good at all." His words flew out followed by a quick breath and more tears. Brad could feel his heart rate rise as the line went silent for a few seconds.
"I'm with Tristan, Brad, can you explain what's going on?" James voice was calm and Brad felt himself start to relax.
"H-he..." Brad took a deep breath before continuing. "He attempted suicide." His voice was now quiet and his silent crying threaten to turn into wailing.
"What?! Why didn't you take him to the hospital?" James exclaims loudly, causing Brad to flinch. He looked at Connor just as the boy stirred.
"He's sleeping." Brad breathed in relief.
"What? Never mind Brad I'm coming over there with Tristan right now and you better have a good excuse as to why you both aren't in the hospital!" James scolded just before Brads phone beeped signifying the end of the call.
Minutes later the sound of the door. He could hear his name being called and he yelled in reply not wanting to move.
"Upstairs!" He called finally removing his hands from Connors wrists. He rolled them a couple of times trying to relieve them of stiffness.
"Brad!" Either James or Tristan called his name as the burst through the door. "Oh my lord!" Tristan spoke as Brad stood up to accept a hug from both boys.
"Is he okay?" James speaks up as they all separate from their quick embrace.
"I think he's sleeping." Brad replied as James and Tris walk over to Connors body to examen it. Brad peeled some of the cloth off one of Connors wrists to see dried blood, but no fresh blood. He returned the cloth assuming it was the same for the other arm.
"His pulse is normal." James said, continuing to loom over Connor. "I also think he's sleeping."
Brad nodded, rubbing his eye to prevent tears.
"Why are you not at the hospital?" Tristan spoke. Brad was taken by surprise, not having never had Tristan scold him before. James must be rubbing off on him.
"H-he begged me not to take him!" Brad defended himself. Tris opened his mouth but Brad beat him. "I didn't want him to die in a hospital. I wanted to save him so he wouldn't wake up in a all white room with random tubes attached to him." The curly haired boy starts to break down, tears now coming out in sobs.
"Let's talk about this later, Connor needs rest." James' and Tris direct Brad down the stairs and onto the couch. They sat on either side of the wailing boy, attempting to calm him down as he cried.
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Hey guys! I'm so sorry this update took so long! I was working v hard on it and then it deleted to I had to re-write it and re edit it. (Ok I didn't actually edit it XD) ANYWAYS ITS FINALLY DONE SO CHEERS.
Thanks to all of you who read my book. I wanted you to know that this book is an accomplishment to me and all your reads votes and comments make me so happy.
Lots Of Love To You All <3 <3
- Katie <3
